Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

“What is this about? I can’t understand,” Ferne asked as he walked out with a report in his hand.

Noah took over the report and read it. He did not understand too because there was so much jargon.

“Where is Collin?” Ferne asked, “Hasn’t he finished his blood test?”

“He could have gone rest after that. Let’s consult the other doctors,” Noah said as he put away the report.

“That works too.” Ferne followed.

They had to register again. Looking at Ferne who was operating the machine with one hand, Noah took out his vibrating phone and answered, “Hello…”

It was Christy. She heard that Noah was back and wanted to invite him for dinner.

Noah nodded and said a few words. Ferne didn’t catch that. He only knew that it was a female voice. When he saw Noah returning with a hint of a smile on his face. He asked suspiciously, “Who was that?”

Noah picked up the registration form printed from the machine and looked at it. Then he looked at Ferne and asked, “Proctology department? Do you have hemorrhoids?”

Ferne, “…”

Just now, he was thinking about who Noah was talking to, so he didn’t focus on it. He did not expect that he chose the proctology department.

Of course, he would not admit that he had accidentally chosen it to eavesdrop on Noah’s call. He coughed lightly and made some sort of feeble excuse, “This doctor’s name is good.”

Noah looked down at the name of the expert on the registration list, “Zimbalist.”

“Forget it. I was not myself. I’d

that it was caused by sticky glue, but he agreed with it. Fuck. If I said that it was stained with shit, he would nod and agree that

taxi, Ferne imitated the tone of the doctor. The driver laughed and asked him

wolf was only three centimeters away from me, and I was

with relish. Sometimes, the driver was shocked by his words. They chatted all the way. When Noah and Ferne got off the car, the driver and Ferne regretted

enthusiastic. With his handsome face, he could impress others with a single smile. In addition to his silver tongue, people close

talked too much and was

fruit stall, weighed it, and asked the stall owner to give him a spoon. Then, with a strike, the watermelon was split into two. He handed one to

tasted a spoonful. It was

hear each one as I pick it out. But every time the watermelon I buy is either overripe or raw. It tastes terrible…” Ferne dug a spoonful and brought it to Noah’s mouth. He said, “Have a taste. This one

was bustling with people. They stood in the middle of the road. Ferne dug out a spoonful of red pulp inside and then brought it to

realized where they were. People were coming and going around, and they had attracted

embarrassment. Just as he was halfway through his action, the spoon in his hand was pressed down by Noah and brought to

loosened his hand

on his face. “Pick two more

“No problem,” Noah answered.

When he saw vegetables he wanted

hand to help him. The knuckles

you call when you were in the hospital? I was just asking. I saw that you were in a good

forgot.” Noah paused for

Ferne, “…”

answered a call. However, he had

heard a woman’s voice,” he