After Crossing, I Made Conan Cry

"According to Ricky's information, Padraic will go to Verve Cafe tomorrow.

This is his habit for many years. According to the investigation of the intelligence team, it is because he and his first love once met here. "

"Wow~"

She clapped her hands with an exaggerated expression, and Youyou sighed casually.

"He's really a dedicated man."

"Oh, think about the time when he obeyed his father's words and resolutely chose to abandon others.

That kind of behavior is really not worthy of his current dedication. "

Bell Mode sneered at the man's behavior.

I have done everything, and I still look affectionate, and who is I doing it for, it makes people feel off-putting.

"This is probably what the legend says. Belated affection is cheaper than grass."

Youyou shrugged her shoulders, she was too lazy to comment on other people's behavior, she just replied lightly, and then changed the topic.

"Their family dinner two months later was a nice break.

At that time, all the immediate members of Noel Tia's family will gather in the old house.

It's a good time to start, remember to be ready to meet me at any time. "

"Don't worry, I've always been on standby 24 hours for you~"

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In the verve cafe, the wooden tables and chairs and the mottled tree shadows entering the room make everything here extraordinarily peaceful.

As always, Patrick chose the corner where he often sat, and ordered a glass of iced latte.

Flipping through the newspaper in his hand casually, this is his habit for many years.

I can't tell if it's because I can't let go of her in my heart.

So I often come to this place where they have good memories, looking for her shadow in the memory.

It was also because of the tranquility here that he could relax for a moment.

So I got used to coming here for a cup of coffee every time I was in a bad mood.

It just so happened that there used to be her here.

However, as the struggle for power within the family has intensified recently, he has not been here for many days.

The various atmospheres in the family recently have made his nerves extremely tense, and today he finally has time to relax a little.

'Jingle Bell'

It was someone who pushed the door in from the outside and set off the sound of the wind chime at the door.

"Hello, please give me a glass of orange juice, thank you."

Patrick heard a girl's voice, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Putting down the newspaper in his hand, he picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

The eyes that were raised casually at first suddenly fixed on the little girl with slightly familiar features.

His eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to see through her completely.

The girl obviously also felt the gaze piercing her body.

She looked up and looked around, and found that there was no one else around except the man sitting in the corner.

Tilting his head in doubt, he gave him an awkward smile tentatively.

Those black eyes might be because of the light, which made him feel extraordinarily deep.

The man's eyes became a little more dazed.

He seemed to see the girl hidden in his heart through the girl in front of him.

The girl in front of her eyes and the figure in her memory also had black hair and black eyes.

Among the exquisite facial features, there are some outlines that make him feel very familiar and slightly unfamiliar.

The light and shadow reflected from the outside cast a soft light on her whole body.

He stared at her blankly, not knowing that he was looking at the girl in front of him.

He was still looking at his youthful years through her.

At this time, he also figured out why he felt that face was familiar yet strange.

Those eyebrows and eyes are much more immature than the face that appeared in his dream at midnight.

The contours of the facial features are extremely familiar.

He suddenly remembered one thing.

Two days ago, Ricky suddenly told him mysteriously that he had caught him.

Subconsciously, Patrick felt that there might be a connection between the two.

He stood up uncontrollably and walked towards the girl.

"Little friend, why are you here alone? Where are your parents?"

The girl was a little puzzled about Padraic's arrival.

Hidden in his eyes was his vigilance towards strangers, but he replied politely.

Through Padraic's veiled formula.

He knew that the girl was 7 years old this year and was coming to United States to find her father.

Because my mother passed away, the relatives didn't want to be an extra burden for the family.

So after she found out from her mom's diary that she had a dad in United States.

She asked her relatives who temporarily adopted her to book a plane ticket for her.

Today is her second day at United States.

Just after resting, she couldn't wait to come to the coffee shop described in this diary, where mother and father often dated to try their luck.

"Do you know what your father's name is? If you know the name, maybe Uncle can help."

"Paddy, all I know is that my mother calls me Paddy Paddy in the diary."

Padraic couldn't hold back his emotions when he heard the words, he couldn't help but silently calculated his age in his heart.

He is 30 years old this year, and he dated his first love when he was 20 years old.

After dating for two years, they broke up because of their father.

If she found out she was pregnant after breaking up.

So that child should indeed be 7 years old by now.

But thinking about it, he finally suppressed the chaos in his heart.

He just stretched out his hand, pretending to caress the girl's hair casually.

"Really? In this case, I will help you pay attention."

His fingers tightly gripped the black hair between his fingers.

He put one hand in his pocket casually, put it away properly, and straightened his waist.

Neither asked the girl's contact information nor asked the girl's contact address.

After just saying something lightly, he nodded and left.

Anyway, if the girl is really his child, he has plenty of ways to contact her.

If she is not his child, what does it matter if he knows her contact information?

If the girl is really the poor little girl who is looking for her father from thousands of miles away.

Perhaps hearing Padraic's perfunctory words, one would really feel disappointed.

She picked up the cup at hand and took a sip of the orange juice in it.

His gaze swept across the Maserati parked outside the door, and Patrick drove away in a blink of an eye.

A faint smile curled up on the girl's lips.

Slowly put the cup on the table, and with the sound of 'clang', she also got up and left here.

While walking, he took out his cell phone from his pocket, and quickly dialed the number with his fingers.

"How about it?"

A slightly lazy female voice came from the opposite side.

"The net has been lowered, and the next step is to see when the fish will take the bait."

The girl's expression at this moment is completely different from the innocent look just now, as if there are two people.

"Then I will wait for your good news ~ Yoyo~"

The girl, that is, Yoyo, listened to the woman on the other end of the phone calling her name in that strange accent on purpose, and couldn't help shivering.

"Hey~ Bell Mode, you are so disgusting!"

After finishing speaking, she rolled her eyes, and without waiting for Bell Moder to respond, she hung up the phone directly.