Chapter 682 Prepare A Man For Me (1/2)

Suddenly, Lang's hand froze. He grabbed the air and then shrank back, turning his head to look ahead.

”Where do you want to go? There seems to be a large amusement park nearby. I remember that it belongs to the Shen Clan. Winnie, are you interested in going there?”

Without answering, Winnie turned her head and looked out of the window. Her eyes were clear and a little sad. She put her hands on her abdomen, as if only in this way could she feel at ease.

Lang knew her well. Even though they hadn't seen each other for six years, he knew clearly what she was thinking at this moment. He said to the driver in front of him, ”go to the amusement park ahead.”

It was a nice day today. Many people gathered outside the amusement park, and there were also huge puppets, and many children gathered there to take photos...

”Today is weekend.”

Winnie's voice was so low that he couldn't hear her if he didn't listen carefully.

Lang was stunned. ”Well, today is weekend. Forget it. There must be a lot of people inside today. We'd better not go in. I'm afraid that they will hurt you. ”

As soon as he finished his words, Winnie opened the door and got out of the car. She walked to the doll in a daze and looked up like a child, but she still couldn't stop her tears from flowing down her fair face.

”Who on earth did I miss with him... Nine years old, nine years old. Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why didn't you tell me earlier, Jacob? ”

”Are you an idiot?”

Winnie murmured, but no one understood.

At this time, a little girl ran to her with a balloon in her hand. She stretched out her soft little hand to pull the hemline of Winnie's dress and said softly, ”aunt!”

The woman didn't respond. The little girl pulled again, ”aunt!”

Lowering her head slowly, Winnie wiped the tears on her face and asked, ”what's up?”

”Here you are.” The little girl handed over the balloon in her little hand. ”You can't cry when you take the balloon. Mommy said that a crying baby would be shy. Auntie is so beautiful that you can't be shy!”

Obviously, the little girl was only four or five years old, so she spoke a little incoherently. Maybe it was because Winnie was also a mother, but she thought she was inexplicably cute.

She took the pink balloon, squatted down and held the little girl's hand. ”You are so c