The Billionaire's Kick Ass Wife

Chapter 675

In an estate that was filled with all kinds of flowers and full of vitality and fragrance.

The four little guys enjoyed a delicious dinner in the estate’s room and sat in a row.

Number One sat across from them with a warm look on his cold and stiff face. “What’s your name?” he asked Ollie.

Ollie tilted his head and replied slowly with a sweet smile, “Hi, my name is Rowell Lockwood. What’s yours?”

Number One was silent for a moment and thought, Rowell Lockwood. Lockwood…”

He thought of Number Two.

Number One’s gaze became a little complicated. He waved his hand and said, “My name is Number One… Come here.”

Ollie walked up to him and was pulled into his embrace. “Don’t go back in the future. How about living with me?”

A thought flashed across Ollie’s mind. “Here comes another man who wants to snatch me away!”

Previously, Mr. Zolo, Mr. Docker, and Mr. Arvid all wanted to snatch me away.”

Then, they were punished badly by his parents.

Mr. Fernando was much smarter. He always brought Ollie away by stealth.

Ollie looked at Number One with an experienced gaze and said, “Sir, aren’t you afraid that my parents will beat you up?”

Number One’s face turned solemn. “Why would I be afraid of them? Sweetie. You’re my child from now on.”

said helplessly, “Well,

yawned lazily, and he looked lethargic

looked at Ollie fondly and liked him even more. With a hint of softness in his eyes, he smiled and

sight of this scene, the two princes and the

famous

voice, the two little princes and the princess immediately went

and Isabella followed

one

Malakai. When they saw their father, all the frightened children immediately poured

upstairs and said, Daddy, Ollie is going to be kidnapped by

but when he heard the little princess’s words, he choked in

head out of Number One’s arms, greeted his mom and dad calmly,

could forget

he could only

been doing well in Southeast Aelinne

difficult for you, Of course, I’m doing well,” Number One

you have nothing better to do?” Isabella

too much time on my hands. I

finding trouble

said, “How about this? Give me the

and Isabella’s faces darkened. The two of them immediately

his parents’ attitude, he knew that they

by his parents as well. How pitiful he was. He felt sorry for him

that second of sympathy, Ollie sat cross-legged on the sofa and propped up his cheeks with his chubby little hands. He looked like he was waiting to watch a good show. Most importantly, he was

walked over, sobbed, and asked Ollie, “Ollie, aren’t you afraid? You might not be able to see your parents