Chapter 1442

Chapter 1442

AS Kindergarten.

I hadn't seen him for two days over the weekend, and Fair was

particularly happy to see Anderson.

After morning class, she noticed Anderson was a little distracted and

asked, "What's wrong with you, what's going on?"

"Today, godmother had surgery and I was worried about her." Anderson

let out a sigh.

"Is she very sick?" Fair tilted her head gently, “The doctor will find a

way, don't worry."

"Hmm." Anderson nodded, "If the operation is successful, she will wake

up, if it fails, I may never see her again."

“It won't. She'll be fine." Fair stroked Anderson's back, soothingly.

Anderson felt as if Fair's hands had magical powers and he was in a

much better mood.

From his pocket, he took out the small gift he bought over the weekend

and handed it to Fair .

"What's this?" Fair asked with a wink.

"Just open it and see.” Anderson purposely wrapped it in a small bag

yesterday.

"." Fair opened the pouch suspiciously, and when she saw a pair of

cherry hair clips inside, she exclaimed, "Wow, it's so cute, it's so pretty.”

“Is it for me?" She asked uncertainly.

"Bullshit." Anderson gave her a disgruntled glare.

What else, could he have used it?

“It's so cute, it's just like the real thing, I want to bite it." Fair said, about

to stuff the cherry hairpin into his mouth.

"Fools."

Anderson slaps away Fair's messy little hands.

The cherry hairpin fell on the floor.

Anderson picked it up, “Let me help you put it on.”

"Mm-hmm." Fair nodded her head repeatedly, her lips curving into a

sweet smile.

Fair happens to have two braids today.

Anderson reached out and pinned the bobby pins to Fair's two braids,

matching them well.

After the clip, Fair deliberately shook his head, happy.

"Andres, what month were you born?" Fair asked.

"April." Anderson replied.

"Ah, I'm older than you, I'm eight months older than you." Fair looked

smug, “You should call me sister ."

Anderson glanced at Fair, "Cut it out, same year old is the same age.

What kind of sister are you."

He's not going to call her sister.

"Haha, I'm just kidding." Fair nudged Anderson, "You're not going to get

mad, are you?"

"No." Anderson shook his head.

Fair leaned closer and took a closer look at Anderson's features.

Look left, look right, look up, look down.

Eyes on the ground.

"What are you looking at?" Anderson was a little embarrassed by Fair's

look.

“I've met a sister who looks like you." Fair said to herself.

", you said there was a girl who looked like me?" Anderson had a black

face, "Are you complimenting me, or undermining me by saying I look

like a girl?"

Fair hastily waved his hand, "No. That's not what I meant. She really

looks like you. Especially the eyebrows, and the face shape. And she's

the same age as you, eight months younger than me. If you two were

standing together, I would think you were brother and sister.”

Anderson frowned, "Do you know how to read people, you're looking at

them wrong. My mother only had me."

"Who says I can't read people. I'm very sensitive to numbers, to faces."

Fair beamed, unhappy with Anderson's questioning.

"Your mommy is back for the weekend. Did you see it?" Anderson

suddenly remembered that Fair had mentioned it.

"Hmm." Fair nodded, disappointment showing in her eyes, "But I feel

like Mommy isn't my Mommy either.”