Chapter 20 Twenty, new good man, new good father

He is a doctor at Fuwai Hospital. He is a top-notch surgeon and a top-notch cook. He may not take me on a yacht or make French meals, but he can run a few streets for me every morning to buy my favorite soy milk fritters. He is the best man in the world. His name is Frank, and his Chinese name is Hao Zhi. Wen Jiajia began to think that Frank was a complete piece of wood; after getting along with him further, she found that he was actually very careful and kind, but this carefulness was not manifested in understanding women, but in being a healer; then, she I found Frank's tolerance towards his ex-wife and his meticulous treatment of his daughter.

This is a good man on the verge of extinction, a good father, but his ex-wife still kicked him. Wen Jiajia is the type who can't be found even with a lantern, but there is a woman who doesn't cherish it and abandons it like a bag. This world is really incredible. It is said that women have thousands of faces, which is true. While Frank was cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, the phone rang. Frank wiped his hands and picked up the kitchen extension. As soon as he gave a feed, Julie's mother's anxious voice came from the phone: "I didn't bring Julie's allergy medicine, she seems to have an attack!"

Frank made a decisive decision and walked out of the kitchen with the phone in his hand. He came to the medicine cabinet and opened the door to look through the medicines inside. He was a little annoyed and said, "How can you forget this! I'll be there right away!" Then Frank dropped the phone and ran outside, Wen Jiajia hurriedly followed: "Hey, I'll go with you!" Frank drove all the way to the destination, not to mention any regrets in his heart.It was a good Christmas, but because of his momentary soft-heartedness, he let his daughter and her mother go to Praty, and something happened.

Wen Jiajia saw that Frank looked gloomy and anxious, and dared not speak all the way. Fortunately, Christmas Eve in Seattle is like New Year's Eve in Beijing. The roads are sparsely populated, and every household is locked in the house and busy with the members.So their car was unimpeded all the way, and soon arrived outside the gate of a hotel. Julie's mother's colleague, a middle-aged man in a formal dress, was running out of the hotel with Julie in his arms. Julie's mother, who was wearing an off-the-shoulder evening dress, followed in a hurry, her high-heeled shoes stepping on the ground with a crisp sound of "clicking" She was holding Julie's handbag in her hand.

Seeing Frank walking up the steps, Julie's mother immediately explained the situation: "I'm sorry, I don't know why Julie is like this...I don't know if she touched or ate something..." But she was really incoherent. Frank suppressed his anger and said, "Do you have a dog?" Julie's mother quickly recalled, with a strange tone: "There are dogs? Oh, there are plush toys! I don't know if they are made of dog hair..." Looking at Julie again, her eyes were wide open, her breathing was short, and she couldn't speak. Frank hugged Julie from his ex-wife's colleague, and whispered to his daughter: "I brought the medicine, baby, it's okay! It's okay!"

Frank turned around and took his daughter to the car. When he looked back, he found that Julie's mother seemed to be still hesitating. Then I saw her take a few steps forward and explained: "Frank, I haven't finished here. Several big bosses are here, and I may not be able to finish it until very late..." Frank has long been used to it, and now his face is expressionless: "It's okay, you go ahead, Julie is fine, just take the medicine and you'll be fine." Frank hugged Julie and returned to the car without looking back. Wen Jiajia was looking at Julie with wide eyes, not knowing what to say.

Julie's mother and male colleagues stood on the side of the road and looked at the situation worriedly, but eventually turned back to the hotel.In Julie's mother's mind, there are more important things waiting for her to deal with. Frank didn't care about his ex-wife, he was anxiously hugging his precious daughter Julie, he quickly took out the asthma control medicine from his pocket, and said softly, "Come on, baby, take a breath..." Wen Jiajia also had a tense face, paying attention to Frank's movements and the little girl in front of her. Julie panted quickly, took the medicine and took a deep breath, as if she was about to take the medicine. Frank and Wen Jiajia watched nervously, hoping that after taking the medicine, she would be relieved.

However, after taking a breath, Julie did not take the medicine, but instead smiled slyly at Frank. Frank immediately understood Julie's little trick, and pinched her nose with a slap: "You bad girl!" The tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and Wen Jiajia also lost her breath in a daze. Julie broke away from Frank's hand and shouted: "Be careful, I will report you to the police for child abuse!" Frank was very helpless, and the first sentence was still for the sake of others: "Actually, your mother really wants to celebrate the holiday with you." Julie wrinkled her nose, disapprovingly: "I don't like the smell of her perfume. I don't like her friends either." After speaking, she smiled sweetly at Frank, meaning, it's better here.

Looking at the father and daughter, Wen Jiajia felt a warm current in her heart. She wondered if she was about to become a mother, so she felt extra heartwarming about this kind of drama played by relatives. At this time, Julie noticed Wen Jiajia who was smiling and silent, and asked Frank directly, "Who is she?" Only then did Frank realize: "Oh, she lives with Aunt Huang, you should call her Auntie." Wen Jiajia immediately retorted: "Call me sister!" Julie looked Wen Jiajia up and down, noticed her stomach at a glance, and suddenly asked Frank: "Didn't you say you won't bring your work home!"

Pregnant women = work, this is Julie's fundamental understanding of Frank's current work. Frank was a little embarrassed. He did promise, but he couldn't tell. Wen Jiajia came to him. Julie blinked her eyes, and then said in a calm tone, "Are you two dating?" Either for work or for a date, this is precocious Julie's most direct view of a man and a woman alone. Frank and Wen Jiajia both petrified. Frank was a little dumbfounded: "No..." Fortunately, Wen Jiajia reacted first: "Ah, I should go back to Frank." After the false alarm, Frank drove Wen Jiajia to another luxury hotel. This time his car drove smoothly and the atmosphere in the car returned to harmony.

Wen Jiajia still has some thoughts about the situation that night, and she is still a little reluctant to part when they break up.Every step she took into the hotel felt heavy, as if something was shut out of the luxurious revolving door of the hotel. Wen Jiajia walked into the luxurious presidential suite a few minutes later, and what she saw was a festive decoration, champagne, desserts, ice cream, bought a table, almost blinding her eyes. When you are in a good mood, simple pancakes and fruits are delicious in the world; when you are in a bad mood, even if you put a full banquet in front of you, it is tasteless to eat. French red wine, chocolate truffles, fresh strawberries, vanilla ice cream, caviar... There is no doubt that these are the tastes of happiness.But when you can only enjoy it alone, it may be another matter. No wonder people always say that happiness is short, pain is long, reunion is short, parting is long. Wen Jiajia suddenly felt at this moment that the warm moments at Frank's house were just an inch of time, fleeting, and the long night that followed was endless. The fireworks bloomed outside the window, as if they existed to ridicule Wen Jiajia. She walked over and lay down by the window to look at the sky, then looked down at the ground, and saw Frank and his daughter downstairs. They didn't leave, Frank was looking at the sky with his daughter in his arms. In Wen Jiajia's eyes, the short-lived fireworks seemed extremely ironic, but in the eyes of the father and daughter, they were as gorgeous as icing on the cake. Wen Jiajia only paused, turned around and ran out of the room. Youth is perishable, so Lao Zhong will choose to look for the shadow of youth in young girls; similarly, happiness is perishable, so Wen Jiajia at this moment can't wait to hold it in his hands for a while. After Wen Jiajia ran to Frank, she was not surprised to see the surprise on the faces of Frank's father and daughter, which made her a little stuttering: "Ah, I'm on the top floor with a good view, ah, ...there's some chocolate and ice cream in the room...I can't finish it all by myself." The implication is that I don't mind you sharing it with me, and please don't mind spending Christmas with me. This time, she exchanged delicious food for a night of happiness, and no longer mentioned money. Frank, father and daughter looked at Wen Jiajia with the same expression, without speaking, as if they were carved out of the same mold. Wen Jiajia was even more embarrassed, and walked back to the hotel, hoping to save her last bit of face: "Ah, I'll just say this, I..." The fireworks continue to bloom above their heads, which is very discerning. Julie and his father looked at each other, they laughed together, and then Julie pointed at the hotel door and shouted: "Go..." A few minutes later, the heads of the three of them gathered together in front of the glass window of the presidential suite to set off fireworks, and the colorful lights shone on their faces from time to time, making the smiles on their faces even brighter. Wen Jiajia hasn't smiled like this for a long time. Of course, this is also the first time she saw a big smile on Frank's face. This is also the first time in the past few years that Wen Jiajia did not think of Lao Zhong during the festival, nor did she feel depressed. After watching the fireworks, it was time to eat, drink and have fun. The TV was on and the music was bright, but no one watched the show. Wen Jiajia was making a fuss about quitting drinking, Frank quickly took the glass away like a housekeeper, but Wen Jiajia quickly snatched it back. For this, Wen Jiajia even found a high-sounding excuse, pointing to her stomach and saying: "I have to let my anchor learn to drink!" Frank asked curiously, "Dad's name?" Wen Jiajia smiled: "I took it. The anchor that broke down is not the hair of Ah Mao in Mrs. Xianglin's wife. Look at the name of that rat mold." Frank became even more curious: "Why this word." Wen Jiajia announced the answer: "It's broken down in Seattle! I don't understand this!" Frank smiled and shook his head: "Anchor anchor." Wen Jiajia patted her stomach: "Mom, Mom is teaching you how to drink now." Then, she picked up the glass and drank it. Frank didn't stop him, but just changed the way: "You're right, my son can drink some. The problem is that if I were you, I would think that if he drank too much and wanted to throw up, I'm afraid he can't find a place where he lives now." No toilet." Drink too much and spit in mom's stomach? When Wen Jiajia thought of that picture, she showed a disgusted expression, then laughed with Frank and put down the glass. Julie hugged the ice cream and ate it vigorously. Seeing the adults laugh, she laughed too, and stuffed the ice cream into her mouth harder. This happy atmosphere lasted most of the night before the children's energy was exhausted. When Frank tucked in the quilt for Julie who was lying on the sofa, Julie pulled the bag at hand as if remembering something, and took out a small dream catcher from it. Frank smiled at her, helped her tie it, and then kissed his daughter: "Merry Christmas." Wen Jiajia stood in the bedroom, saw all this through the crack of the door, and said softly: "Merry Christmas." Tonight, a good night's dream. This is also the first time in several years.