The woman's face was not as bad as before, and her eyes were a little red, and he thought that maybe his sister had just said something unpleasant to the woman, so he looked at his sister, who was teasing the baby and did not notice his gaze.

He walked towards the woman and raised his hand to help the woman put on a scarf, he was ready for the woman to unceremoniously wave his hand away and refuse, but the woman didn't, she just took it and said that she was coming, and it was not the frozen voice just now.

He was a little surprised, slightly stunned, although he didn't know what was going on, but the previous mood of not being depressed disappeared at once, and became as sunny as the weather outside. A smile of joy tugged at the corner of his lips as he handed her the scarf.

They went out to Mass, and as soon as they went out, it was colder than expected, and the wind was strong, and he put the top hat on the woman's head, and the woman seemed to raise her hand to stop her, but for some reason she put it down again.

He didn't look into it, but thought that it was almost 8 o'clock, and that dinner would not be eaten until after Mass, and that the woman might not be able to hold back her hunger, so he asked her if she wanted to eat something to cushion her hunger.

The woman shook her head. He smiled, straightened out the windswept tip, opened the door, and let her and his sister sit in the car, and then he himself sat in the passenger seat, which he never sat on.

As soon as they stepped through the church door, they met his uncle and his cousin. He thought to himself, this church was not the church where his uncle used to worship, and he realized that they had come here today for the sole purpose of seeing women with his own eyes.

His suspicion was confirmed the next moment when he saw his cousin glance at his uncle and then at them with a sympathetic look at them.

He sneered, calmly, and continued to walk forward unhurriedly, and when he came to his uncle, he stopped, and called his uncle respectfully, and his sister also pretended to be very respectful.

His uncle didn't answer, but looked at the woman. The woman was a little startled by the gloomy light emanating from his uncle's dark gray eyes as sharp as a falcon, and his gloomy and serious countenance. He immediately took her hand, trying to reassure her not to be afraid, but the woman immediately withdrew her hand and put it in her pocket like an electric shock.

All this was clearly seen by his uncle, who moved his gaze from the woman's face to his, and said to him: "This woman is not as good as you are to her, are you sure she really matters to you?" The tone was a bit admonishing.

The corners of his mouth opened a disapproving smile, "This is my private matter, and it's not your turn to take care of it." ”

His uncle frowned, obviously dissatisfied with his unkind way of speaking to him. He didn't care about him, didn't say a word to his uncle, and took the woman and his sister to the side of the seat, waiting for the next mass.

After a while, seeing that the woman was clutching her collar and putting one hand on her stomach, as if she felt cold, he asked her with concern. The woman shook her head slightly, he smiled, soothed her that the Mass would soon be over, and then reached out to shake her hand to help warm her, but halfway through the stretch he didn't want to make the woman angry again, he took it back.

Because he didn't know that the man was his uncle just now, the woman asked him the next moment, and he told him the truth, and when he saw the woman frowning a little puzzled, he added that it was his mother's brother.

Speaking of his mother, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, and on this day, when he was 6 years old, the tragic incident of birth resurfaced in his mind. He felt his eyes moisten a little, but the woman didn't see it, and asked him if his cousin's hand wound was caused by him.

He quickly suppressed his grief, evoked his usual ruffian, and asked the woman if she felt that the punishment for his cousin was too light, and if so, how she wanted to punish him.

The woman frowned, as if she was a little disgusted that he said such a thing, and did not speak again, but looked at his uncle and his party again. He said no more, and glanced at them, where they were seated.

The Mass began shortly after. Although he didn't celebrate Christmas after the age of six, he still came to church every Christmas Eve to celebrate Mass and pray for his mother. This year, in addition to being a mother, he also prays for women and their babies to be happy and healthy.

He closed his eyes, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and prayed in silent prayer. The woman stood beside him, also praying with her eyes closed. He knew that there would be no him in the woman's prayer, but he didn't care, just because at this time, he and the woman were standing side by side, doing the same thing, and his heart was full of joy and touch. Finally, he prayed that they would be able to celebrate Mass together every Christmas Eve in the future, as they did today.

After Mass, he and his sister said a brief hello to his uncle, and without saying anything else, went back with the woman.

The Christmas dinner chef had all prepared and placed them on the table, and the variety was so sumptuous that the woman and his sister could not help but be slightly surprised when they saw it. He curled his lips, the dishes he had prepared a menu a week earlier for the chef to prepare. In addition to the dishes, he also asked the servants to arrange flowers and candles on the table to add a deep atmosphere to the festival, and the cutlery was all newly bought by him not long ago, which was the most high-end.

It was his first major holiday with women, and it was the beginning of their new life, which is why he attached great importance to it.

Seeing that the woman was still standing, he pulled out a chair for her to sit, and the woman glanced at him lightly, and had already put away her previous surprise, her expression returned to indifference, and she sat on the chair. He sat down next to her, and his sister sat across from her with the baby in her arms.

He was in a very good mood today, like being illuminated by the bright May sun, because since the afternoon, the woman has not thrown his face at him again, he doesn't know why the woman is so abnormal, but he doesn't want to explore, he just hopes that she can continue to treat him like this.

According to the custom, gifts should be exchanged first, but considering that the woman had not eaten since noon, he was afraid that she would be hungry, so he directly announced the opening of the meal.

As soon as the words fell, the woman immediately picked up the fork, and he grabbed a few slices of pickled salmon on her plate before she did. Women love to eat salmon, and they have a habit of eating salmon on the table, and she must eat it first.

She was really hungry, so the woman didn't say anything, but picked up her fork and ate. He was in a happier mood than before, and immediately ordered the servant to open champagne and pour a glass for each of them.

Considering the baby in her belly, the woman had no intention of drinking, he tapped his head to the wine glass in front of her, persuaded her that it was a holiday today, and it was okay to drink less, and then picked up his own wine glass and called on the woman and his sister to raise a glass with him to celebrate Christmas. The woman raised her glass and clinked glasses with his sister.

After touching the glass, the woman didn't sip wine, thinking that she must still take care of the baby, he didn't force it, and at the same time felt happier that the woman cared about the baby.

Seeing that the woman picked up the knife and fork again to continue eating, he saw that it was almost time to give gifts to each other, so he ordered the servant to bring him a few gift boxes that he had placed on the table beside him beforehand, and as soon as he got these gift boxes, he was the first to give her the woman's share, and the woman looked at her expressionlessly, and then said in a dull tone that she had not prepared it for him.

This was something he had expected, so he was not surprised at all, and he didn't mind, but smiled happily and said that it didn't matter, the woman had already given him a big gift.

Looking at the woman's expression, she already knew what he was referring to, but she didn't say anything. He glanced at the gift and asked the woman to open it, but the woman hesitated for 2 seconds and opened the gift.

As if he had guessed that he would give her such a gift, the woman did not look surprised, let alone surprised, and he smiled and told her why she had given this brooch, and the woman looked at him, and then at the brooch in her hand, and her expression could not tell what she was thinking.

He asked the woman to put on her coat and put the brooch on to try, and as he spoke, he reached out to take the woman's coat hanging on the back of the chair, and the woman immediately stopped it, saying no, she would wear it herself later, and then put the brooch back in the ornament box and put it aside. He was not reluctant, the woman was satisfied that he accepted him, and then handed her another gift box that was slightly larger than the woman's.

This is the picture frame for their daughter, Ruirui.

When she heard him say this, the woman was surprised. Knowing that she would react like this, he smiled happily and told her why he gave his daughter a gift. He didn't know that he had unconsciously revealed a smile called "happiness".

The woman looked at him, but did not answer, he handed the gift box closer to her, and the woman took it. When she opened and saw the four-dimensional color photo of the baby embedded in the frame, she was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were fixed on the baby's photo, and his eyes became more and more gentle with the softer and softer heart.

The next second, he caught a glimpse of the woman looking up at him, and he felt that the woman's gaze was no longer cold, but also slightly soft.

Was the woman moved by him? He was a little excited, wanting to make sure that this was his own delusion or something, so he immediately looked up at her as well, only to see that the woman's gaze had turned back to the picture frame, and then softly pronounced the French name he had given his daughter, "O1a".

The woman didn't know about it beforehand, so he explained it to her, and asked her if she was nice and if she didn't like it, they could start over.

I don't know where I said it wrong, the woman's originally gentle face changed instantly, put down the photo frame, and said with an expressionless face that it was good. He smiled slightly, but soon smiled again, picked up the frame, handed it to the woman, and told her to turn it over and look at the back of the frame.

The woman didn't know that he was expecting her to read the blessing in his handwriting, and looked at the picture frame and then at him with a puzzled face, but she still reached out and took it. After taking it, he immediately flipped back, and then he was stunned, staring at the place where he dropped off.

He thought the woman must have been surprised why he didn't write ISA, but her real name. He didn't explain, though, just stared at her in silence.

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