Chapter Fifty-Six: The Swift Family

The next day, everything that happened at the gate of the campus appeared in a conspicuous position in the major newspapers, and there were many pictures and reports, but fortunately, the incident happened in public, and it was not only the paparazzi who were present, but also many reporters from the big newspapers, so both the pictures and the reports were quite true.

It's just that many tabloids have started to shout again, saying that Ryan Jenkins treats his parents coldly and lacks sufficient morality and upbringing.

In contrast, the big newspapers are much more serious and responsible, and even publish pictures of middle-aged women and drunk men doing their jobs, especially the "Los Angeles Times", which directly dug out the couple's old bottom.

"The Jenkins family is a family full of alcohol, drugs, violence and coldness. Michelle Jenkins, no permanent job, currently a nightclub helper, has a brief history of drug abuse, victim of domestic violence, Glen Charles Jenkins, a long-term unemployed truck driver, has a history of 20 years of alcohol abuse and 12 years of drug abuse, has no source of income, has been living on government handouts, has obvious violent tendencies, and was once sentenced to three years in prison for violence against others! ”

"We don't want to discuss whether they are Ryan Jenkins' biological parents, and we don't want to ask why they are clamoring for custody of Ryan, but we just want to ask, is such a family really conducive to the healthy growth of children?"

"Under the care of Miss Nicole Kidman, Ryan is a sunny, cheerful, intelligent and somewhat tricky boy, both mentally and physically, he is growing up healthily, and as he achieves more and more, he is becoming a role model for all American teenagers, but just yesterday, the couple not only spoke ill of each other, but even wanted to do something to Ryan at one point......"

"Damn it!"

Nicole threw away the newspaper, if it wasn't in a moving car right now, she really wanted to......

"Alright, Nicole, I'm fine." Ryan comforted her.

"Are you alright?" Nicole pointed to the drunken man's raised arm in the newspaper, "I can't imagine what would happen if he hit you!" ”

"Nope! I'm going to send him to jail! Nicole pulled out her handbag and dialed Wilson's lawyer.

Ryan could only shrug his shoulders helplessly, in fact, he had contacted the lawyer yesterday, presumably the couple would not have a good time in the future, even if they were really his parents, so what?

Not to mention their past, just by virtue of yesterday's events, it is a fool's dream for them to want to get his custody, not to mention, they may not be!

I really don't know where the cream boy found this superb couple, even better than Michael Lohan and his wife.

"Ryan, you need a bodyguard." Kinsley looked back.

"I've got someone to choose." The boy answered.

"Someone has chosen? Which one? "It was strange that Kinsley had given the boy a month of information about the bodyguards and the driver, and he had never given her an answer.

"Pate, go talk to him." Ryan remembered the star's face, "You should have seen the janitor at St. John's Elementary School, the one named George!" Don't object, listen to me, he is a veteran, a former Marine, who has spent a lot of time in Somalia and the Middle East, has been in security for a long time, and after being discharged from the army this year, he has not been able to find a suitable job, so he is temporarily committed to St. John's Elementary School. ”

Pai Kingsley frowned, but didn't respond, "Well, Ryan, I'll have someone check him out, and if it's okay, I'll talk to him myself." ”

"Okay." Ryan nodded.

After the three cars drove into LAX, Nicole finally put down her phone, and Ryan could imagine that Attorney Wilson must have frowned at her request.

They had come here to pick people up, and the other had come from as far away as Montgomery County, Pennsylvania.

That's right, it was Ryan's agent investors, the Scott Swift family, who finally made up his mind to move from Montgomery County to Los Angeles after the boy gave him more and more money.

As for whether little Taylor will change the trajectory of his life because of this, Ryan is not worried, Taylor in his previous life started his music path from a computer repairman, and in this life, he taught her personally, if she still wants to go to Nashville, the mecca of music, when she grows up, it doesn't matter, anyway, her dad has made enough money in the past two years.

After just a little wait, the Swift family came out, Scott pushing a cart full of salutes, and Mrs. Andrea holding little Taylor, who was only one and a half years old.

The two sides exchanged greetings, and several of Kinsley's assistants took the salute, and the group walked towards the parking lot of the airport, while Ryan approached the little girl.

"Hey, little Taylor, remember me? I'm your Uncle Ryan! ”

"I ...... I don't know you~" The little girl said in a milky voice.

"Oh, dear, it makes me sad that you say that." Ryan made a sad look.

"Hmph~"

"Alison, have you forgotten? Ryan just mails you gifts a lot......"

"Really? Mommy? Oh, I remember, every time I mail a whole bunch of things, except purple is red, and hydrangeas. The little girl said this surprisingly smoothly, and her big eyes were fixed on the boy.

Ryan smiled, and just as he was about to speak, the girl's white little hand had already been handed to him, "Ryan, then...... What about the gift now? ”

"Uh......"

The boy was a little dumbfounded, and rummaged through the pockets all over his body, except for a small purse, and had to say, "Will you make up for it next time?" ”

"Little ...... Angry ghosts. The little girl snorted again and gave him the back of her head.

The three cars drove quickly towards Beverly Hills, and Scott Swift had made a lot of money in the past two years, not to mention that he had invested his money in the stocks that Ryan had mentioned, and the commission that Ryan paid him alone was a lot of money.

Because he sometimes meets with Ryan, he often travels back and forth between Los Angeles and New York, and as early as the beginning of this year, he bought a detached villa on the outskirts of Beverly Hills, which is much smaller than Ryan and Nicole's home, but it is already a big house for their family of three.

After getting out of the car, Taylor, who had just learned to walk, walked crookedly into the courtyard, and after looking at it for a long time, he pointed to the ginger villa and asked, "Mommy, new home...... Is this ours? No farm is pretty~"

"Yes, my dear, we're going to live here from now on."

Everyone is considered an old friend, more or less helping to carry the luggage and so on, and the youngest minor is left to another minor to take care of.

"Ryan~"

"Honey, you should call me uncle." Ryan corrected.

"Ryan! Ryan! Ryan! The little girl shouted through gritted teeth.

"Okay. All right. Ryan raised his hand in surrender. You name it. ”

The little girl's eyes rolled and she asked, "Gift...... What you just said, right? ”

Are all little girls so clever now? Doesn't it mean that they turn their heads and forget? Ryan scratched his face and could only nod.

Taylor simply sat down on the lawn of the small garden, pointed around, and said, "No...... Beautiful, no flowers, hydrangeas...... Christmas Tree Farm, Garden...... All of them. ”

"No problem." Money can solve problems, but they are not problems.

"Robin...... It's a must! The little girl whispered milkily and stretched out her little hand again.

"Okay, I'll have someone buy it tomorrow."

"Don't." Taylor's head shook like a rattle, "When I was on the farm, my father took me to catch it, and I want you to catch one for me." ”

Ryan's face turned from white to black in an instant, I really don't know what to say, although Lao Mei's urban greening and animal protection are very good, but where to find such a thing as a robin?

"You're a ...... Cheapskate. The little girl's nose was wrinkled to her forehead.

Ryan is really helpless, a child of this age is a privileged class, do you want to reason with her? No kidding, I'm afraid he won't be able to say a few words, and this little guy will cry to him.

"Not today, it's getting dark." Ryan looked up at the sun hanging high in the sky and began to talk nonsense.

"That'...... Well, I'll ask Mommy to help me remember this, and ...... It's two! The little girl first showed a slap, and by retracting four fingers, thinking that it was wrong, she stretched out another finger.

Fortunately, the furniture in the villa had already been prepared, and the Swifts did not bring much furniture, and it didn't take long for Mrs. Andrea to take Taylor away, otherwise, Ryan would have to collapse, a child of this age is really not worrying at all.

Before she became a child, it was better for her to appear less. Ryan came to his senses.

His throat was a little itchy, and after he drank a glass of water, he thought quietly, not the messy things recently, but he found that he was beginning to enter a period of voice change, although it was not obvious, but he could feel that his voice was changing to a male duck voice.

I'm not even twelve years old, okay! Ryan smiled wryly, well, he knew that in his previous life, after entering the twenty-first century, this was about to become a common phenomenon.

It's just that he doesn't eat KFC or McDonald's, and he avoids Burger King and Pizza Hut.

Of course, this is not without benefits, at least it can allow his voice and vocal cords to mature earlier, so that he doesn't have to worry about musical things anymore.

Also, he should go to Hollywood Records, they have professionals there who can provide some guidance on singing training during the voice change period, and he doesn't want to permanently damage his vocal cords because of his usual practice.

At night, the Swifts throw a small party in the garden, attended by very few people, except for the three Ryan and a few assistants who come to help, and after the party, they are about to have a conversation about the future.

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