"Be polite, Gabrielle. The mild-mannered Madame de la Cull apparently did not believe the little fellow's words, and instantly made the soft Gabrielle pout, tears rolling in her eyes.

Fortunately, she had been picked up by Madame de la Cuer before those crystal tears fell to the ground, and although she loved the feeling of her sister holding her, it was her mother's arms that were the best.

Gabrielle, who threw herself into Madame Delacour's arms, quickly put the little troubles behind her. Smelling the smell of my mother, and the sweetness of the freshly baked dim sum after the after-temperature cooking.

After inviting Siwin to sit down, Madame de la Cull placed little Gabrielle in her chair, and just as she was about to say something, there was a faint but audible knock at the door.

Madame de la Cull got up with an apologetic expression and went to open the door, she was in a pretty good mood these days, her daughter had returned from vacation, and she had brought a good friend from the past.

Fleur lacked the memories of the past, but she didn't, she remembered the dedication of Xiwen for Fleur.

Xiwen's face suddenly became very ugly, and he finally realized what the warmth had just made him ignore, and he forgot about that little devil-like Naiako......

"Hello Madam, my name is Naiako, may I ask if this is Mr. Delacour's house in Luvisien?" A slightly tired voice sounded at the door, and Xiwen covered his face, and sure enough, it was Naiako's voice.

"Yes, is there anything we need help with?" said Madame de la Curl, looking carefully at the girl in front of her, with waist-length silver hair that she had only seen in her own daughter, Fleur, in her decades of life.

The bruises and scratches on the delicate countenance, as well as the folds on the long skirt, seemed to indicate that the girl's recent situation was not very good. Compared with those eyes full of brilliance, it is easier to inspire people's protective hearts.

"I am the daughter of this Mr. Delacour, may I ask who you are?" the girl took out from her pocket a letter that she knew at first glance was well protected, but which had many wrinkles from reading it often, "This is from Mom, Mom gave it to me before she died. ”

Although there are many indecipherable Japanese words on it, the French part behind it is clearly visible, and the image of a terminally ill strong single mother appears in Mrs. Delacour's mind.

In the last days of that single mother, she really couldn't bear to let her daughter drift away from now on and have nowhere to go, so she wanted her to contact someone who had not been in touch for more than ten years, her daughter's father.

In fact, she didn't need the girl to take out the letter as proof of her identity, she had already believed the girl's identity, because the familiar long silver hair, the familiar angelic smile, and the familiar eyes that seemed to reflect her own soul were exactly the same as her daughter Fleur Delacour.

"Poor child. Mrs. Delacour was about to do something when she suddenly heard Sivin's voice sound: "Madame Delacour, this is a prank, she is a friend of ours, and she has always been fond of pranks. Nayako, explain quickly. ”

Naiyako's crystal clear eyes seemed to reveal the appearance of a pitiful kitten, "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were ...... I'm sorry, but I just forgot about it. ”

Naiazi took back the letter from Madame de la Cur in a trance, folded it seriously and put it back in her arms, and everyone could see how much she cherished her mother's relics, and the moment the girl turned around, a crystal tear flew.

When Xiwen saw that Naiako was still acting, he wanted to let her show her feet, but was gently pulled by Fleur. Fleur shook her head and motioned for Siwen not to go up.

"Son, this is your home. Naiako didn't expect Mrs. Dracul to accept her like this, and being held in Mrs. Dracul's arms, a warmth that she had never felt before lingered in her heart.

"Hungry, come, have some snacks first, and I'll prepare you dinner." "Madame de la Cuer came and went gracefully, and looked very breezy and breezy.

"Wow, my mother's pastry looks delicious, and Madame de la Cull is really kind. "Someone who is not afraid of big things shows his little demonic tail and is waging happily behind his back.

"What did you do?" Siwen glared at her, obviously not intimidating Naiako.

"Hee-hee, it's just a little bit of a little trick on the consulting system, this kind of mortal world is not difficult at all, I think people were called information integration thinking bodies back then. Nayako was clearly very happy with her actions.

Fleur smiled wryly and shook her head, apparently Naiko didn't know what she had done......

Mr. Delacour's office phone, which was seriously going to work at the moment, suddenly rang, he looked at the phone display number and showed a warm smile, and answered the phone with a cheerful mood: "Honey, is there something wrong?"

"Is there anything you have hidden that you haven't told me, my dear. Madame de la Curl's voice was warm, but there was a chilling coldness hidden in it.

However, Mr. Delacour, who was immersed in the warmth of the phone with his wife, apparently did not notice this: "My dear, I have no secret from you, do you want any surprise?

Madame Delacour's voice was even lowered: "Let me give you a small reminder, is there anything you didn't confess when you went on a business trip to Japan shortly after we got married?"

"No, you don't know, I went with that guy from Renault, that guy's big mouth, didn't you say anything. Mr. Delacour replied cautiously, a little confused.

"No! your illegitimate daughters have come to the door!" Mrs. Delacour's voice exploded suddenly, "wait for my lawyer's call!

The phone was slammed on the table, and Madame de la Cuer took a long breath with a cold light in her eyes, calming her mind and continuing to busy in the kitchen. One thing she knew was that whatever Mr. Delacour had done outside, the poor little girl was innocent.

The sound of the upper and lower teeth fighting spread in the living room, and Naiako looked at Fleur with some cowardice: "Mom is so scary......"

Fleur covered her face and said that now she should not be concerned about her mother's terrible, but on what poor Mr. Delacour will be pitted into.