Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 270

Just like last time, the young master climbed up the Mercedes in the afternoon.

As a driver, Uncle Lee drove the car, accompanied by Aunt Lee, and came to this hotel again. With the experience of the last time, Aunt Lee was no longer so blind and knew that the young master had come to wait for Miss Lim again, so she waited with him.

But she didn't expect that Miss Lim didn't show up even when the sun was setting and it was getting dark.

Aunt Lee hurriedly went to ask the receptionist. Only then did she know that Miss Lim had already checked out and left.

She told this to the young master, but the young master did not listen and did not believe it at all. She had to take the young master upstairs to knock on the door. Someone inside opened the door, it was not Miss Lim, but a young couple.

Aunt Lee thought that this incident would come to an end, but she didn't expect that the young master still insisted on coming to the hotel the next day.

Until the third day, the young master blew off!

He started to lose his temper and pushed all the vases that could be pushed in the hotel hall, and threw all the things he could see on the ground. It's crackling like a disaster scene, making havoc there. The staff recognized him and knew he was the young master of the Hogg family. No one dared to say anything, and just let him be.

Aunt Lee spoke to him and coaxed him again and again. But it still didn't work after a long time.

Aunt Lee had no choice but to call Mr. Hogg for help when she saw that the young master had entered the state of being violent and didn't listen to anyone.

When Charlie arrived, Larry was standing on the chair, trying to pull down the wall painting.

Uncle Lee, Aunt Lee, and the staff beside him were in a mess. They were afraid the painting would fall and hurt him, but they couldn't get close to him, because he was like an angry little panther, crazily glaring at everyone and waving hands, and even biting people.

Charlie strode forward and lifted his son off the chair.

When Larry saw Charlie, he still didn't stop losing his temper. He twisted his little body violently and tried to get rid of Charlie.

"Larry Hogg!"

Charlie shouted with a frown.

Sure enough, Larry curled up his shoulders with a timid expression on his little face. But this time, it didn't work as every time before. Because soon, he puffed up his cheeks again and glared at his father angrily to protest.

Therefore, the father and son confronted each other coldly.

Every time Larry was disobedient or capricious, Charlie only called his son's name in a low voice. He had ever laid a finger on his son, because he loved his son so much. So now he had a bit of a headache about it and didn't even know how to end it.

When he was about to take his son home first, Larry suddenly ran after seeing something.

Larry's speed was so fast, and it was too late for him to reach out as Larry brushed past him.

Charlie looked back and saw his son rush to a slender figure and grabbed that person's leg after struggling out of him like last time his son did in the restaurant.

Wendy was also looking down at Larry with a blank look on her face.

Well...

What the hell was going on here?

Just looking at Larry's teary- eyed face and aggrieved voice, Wendy was really distraught. She couldn't care anything else and half crouched down to wipe his tears, "Larry, sweety, don't cry..."

Larry's tears fell even harder as she softly coaxed him.

Tears seemed to flow into her heart.

"I didn't abandon you..." Wendy took out a tissue and saw that Larry was still looking at her aggrieved. She quickly emphasized, "Really, I swear!"

"I can't find you!" Larry whimpered.

"That's because I'm not staying at this hotel anymore!" Wendy continued to wipe Larry's tears. The salty liquid seemed to erode her fingertips, and she patiently explained to him, "I'm moving to my friend's place, so I won't go back to the hotel. It's not that I don't want you!"

Larry looked at her and flattened his mouth.

Wendy had no choice but to say, "If you don't believe me, then... I'll take you to my place later, okay?"

"Okay!" Larry nodded, and his voice became hoarse after crying.

Then he sniffed and stretched out two short hands to let her hug him.

Seeing Larry stop crying, Wendy felt a little relieved and hurriedly put him in her arms. She gently patted his little back and continued to coax him gently so as not to let him shed another drop of tears.

Charlie had already walked to the lobby manager of the hotel. He took out a check and filled it with money, and seemed to be addressing the damage caused by the destruction of Larry. Naturally, the lobby manager wouldn't hold them accountable and instead gratefully took the money.

Uncle Lee and Aunt Lee looked at each other and both breathed a sigh of relief.

Larry was no longer angry, and the onlookers soon dispersed.

After walking out of the hotel, Charlie looked at his son, who was clinging to Wendy's neck and would not let go, and said to the people behind him, "Uncle Lee, Aunt Lee, you go home first. I'll send Larry there later!"

The two of them agreed and drove the Mercedes away. A promise made to a child must be kept.

Wendy knew that, so even if it was not her intention, she could only bite the bullet. Moreover, when she just left the hotel, Aunt Lee also secretly told her that the young master had come to the hotel and waited for her for three days...

No wonder Larry said that she didn't want him anymore when she came up.

Wendy sighed silently and followed Charlie to the Land Rover. She sat down directly in the back with Larry in her arms.

After watching them get into the car, Charlie opened the door and got in.

The road was slightly congested, but not by much.

When they encountered a red light, Charlie slightly raised his deep eyes and looked at the rear-view mirror hanging in the air.

In the back seat, after Wendy sat in, at first, she wanted to put Larry next to her, but as soon as she moved, Larry immediately held her neck tightly and stuck its little face to her neck.

If she moved again, it seemed that Larry would cry again in the next second.

Wendy had to put him on her leg, hooked his small body with her hand, and used her empty hand to sort out his head. There were several strokes of slightly curly hair that flew up.

For crying, Larry's big black grape-like eyes were as red as bunnies'. Wendy really felt bad about it.

Perhaps it took too much energy to make a fuss and cry, after making sure that he would not leave her arms, he relaxed and softly stuck to her body, and his little hand played with her hanging hair.

Charlie frowned and looked at his son.

Just now his little boy in the hotel was like a little leopard, but now? This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

How would he describe this...

Well, it's like a puppy that saw its owner being obedient.