She cursed inwardly, 'damn it! Damn it! What the hell is wrong with me? Is my head full of shit...' She had nothing to say.
"Haha..." Christina embarrassed and said, "you are so heartless. Don't you worry that Allen would be abducted and sold by me?"
"Miss Christina, you don't."
"Really?"
"I trust Allen, since you are a person trusted by the young master. You will not do anything harmful to Allen. I trust you, Miss Christina,"
"Okay! ok I can't win. "
"I have already sent Allen, you can take him in."
Allen's mood was more stable than before, but his little hand was still holding her clothes. As long as she pushed Allen forward, it would be closer to her and stay in her arms.
'what a lovely little boy!' Christina felt both happy and sad!
"Allen, I'll come to see you in a few days, and then I'll let Jack play with you, okay?" She had no choice but to whisper in Allen's ears.
Allen moved his ears. Apparently, he had heard what she said.
Although the little boy was small, he was more cautious. Christina thought.
"Three days! Three days!" Allen raised his head and pushed himself away from her arms. His little face turned red with tears still on his cheeks, but he seriously gestured three fingers.
After Christina understood, she felt a little touched. Then she hugged Allen and promised him that she would pick him up three days later.
Then Allen reluctantly walked to the housekeeper and took his hand obediently.
"Miss Christina, I will pack young master's luggage three days later and you must come to pick him up then."
The housekeeper and Allen looked at Christina simultaneously.
She felt stressed out but still nodded her head.
When Christina left, Allen kept a close eye on her, fearing that she would disappear in the blink of an eye.
After Christina walked away, "Mommy, Mommy..." Allen said in a low voice.
"Young master, don't be naughty. I will send you to Mommy's home after three days, and then you can play with your little brother. Is Jack cute? Do you like him, Allen? "
"my little brother, Jack, Mommy!"
"He is very cute, I like him. Let's be together."
The Butler sighed and felt grieved.
He couldn't tell who was right and who had done something wrong, but he hoped that everything would be better in the future.
His two poor young master, Mr. Cliff and his lady.
Alas!
"Christina, how are you going to fight back on the Internet?" Lying on the sofa, Carl had been exhausted from his busy work these days. Whenever he found some time to relax, he closed his eyes to have a rest.
While Christina was playing the game, she didn't even raise her head, "it's up to you."
All of a sudden, the fire became furious.
Who did he work so hard for?
Does she still care?
How could it be possible?
"Carl, I advise you not to be angry. It's a good way to live longer." She could tell that Carl became angry because of her rage.
Although Carl was particular about everything, he was very thoughtful.
"What do I do this for? Otherwise, how many wrinkles do you think I want to get? " With his eyes widened, Carl pointed at his eyes and rebuked harshly.
"Yes, yes, it's me. It's me." It would be nice if she apologized.
It was rare for Carl to meet such a celebrity.
After taking a few deep breaths, Carl threw the iPad to her.
"Post these words on your Facebook and take a selfie." He worked as a manager and worried about her things like a mother.
After Carl edited the words, Christina took a look at it and finished the game. Then she posted it on the Facebook and took a picture of herself obediently.
Seeing her behave well, Carl was frustrated.
He did say that let her take selfies, but it was better not to take one!
He also noticed that there was an icon of the game on the phone in the photo, because it hadn't been repaired yet.
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