Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy novel Chapter 340

Dixon remained silent for a long time when he saw the photo. Dixon was obviously trapped in this mood and couldn't go out. It was meaningless for others to persuade him more.

He went out with a sigh, and his boss didn't know when he could get over it.

At this moment, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, Sonia and Victor walked out of the airport together. Chris unlocked the car in the front. He smiled and helped Sonia carry the suitcase. "You two have only one box?"

"Yeah." Sonia smiled. "We only have some daily clothes, some cosmetics, and others are all external things."

"All right." Chris pulled the door open for them. "It doesn't matter. If you need anything, I'll pay for it."

"That's exactly what I think!" Sitting in the back row, Victor smiled and shouted, "Uncle Chris, where are we going tonight?"

"I will take you to eat western food, and then you can have a good rest tonight. Let me arrange the schedule for you tomorrow!"

Chris turned the wheel and whistled. "This is the first time you two have come so far for me. I have left my job behind to be with you."

"I like Uncle Chris the best!"

Victor's eyes narrowed with laughter. Chris was a very important friend of Sonia. When Sonia was wronged before, Chris flew over without saying anything. These feelings couldn't be faked.

A Country really had a large territory. It took Chris a whole hour from the airport. After arriving at home, Victor laughed happily. "Uncle Chris, your yard is so big!"

"There is too much land here, especially a few years ago when the government land was given to us for nothing. They earnestly wish us to buy more lands."

Chris parked his car in the yard and took Victor into the house. Sonia followed behind them and turned on the lights. Victor was even more amazed. "Wow!"

The decoration was different from the simple and advanced tone in Dixon's home. It was pure European royal style, with fireplace, Christmas tree, various murals hanging on the wall, rotating stairs, crystal chandeliers and a shotgun hanging on the wall.

Victor's eyes lit up. "Is that a real gun?"

Chris smiled mysteriously. "Yeah, I have a gun license here, but don't touch it, okay?"

Victor looked at the gun and didn't speak.

Chris really took a bundle of firewood from the woodshed, piled it in the fireplace, and got some fine dead branches that were easy to ignite. After tampering with it for a while, a small fire rose in the fireplace.

Victor watched a lot of foreign family life on TV. This was the first time he saw it real. He was pleasantly surprised that his little face was red. He wanted to get close to warm up. Chris smiled. "Be careful, it's not burning yet. You can come when the fire is strong in the evening."

Victor followed Chris up the circling stairs and encountered a servant who greeted him with a pot of roasted chicken, "Nice to meet you, young master."

"Mrs. Dubois." Chris said hello in foreign language, "This is the young son of my good friend. Look at him, isn't he cute?"