Chapter 342


    Wendy turned off the fire and stored the noodles in a thermal lunch box.


    In the living room, Emily had already gone back to her room secretly. Only Charlie stood in front of


    the window alone, with the light around him. His tall figure looked cold and hard, but somehow


    lonely at the same time.


    Wendy walked over with the thermal lunch box and said, "Well, the noodles are ready!"


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    "Thank you for this." Charlie stretched out his hand and took it over.


    Even if the box was tightly covered with its lid, the fragrance of the noodles still went straight into his


    nose.


    "Anytime..." Wendy shook her head.


    Charlie narrowed his deep eyes and looked at her. He pulled his lips and said, "Larry''s stitches will


    be removed next week, and I''m afraid he''ll be scared. Can you go and apany him then?"


    "The stitches could be removed next week?" Wendy asked hurriedly.


    "Yes." Charlie nodded.


    During the surgery, Charlie, who hadn''t regained his memory, was mentioned to her that he was


    very strict with Larry, but protected Larry very well at the same time. Larry had never been ill or


    injured or was sent to the hospital. Moreover, Larry was in aa during the surgery at that time,


    so removing stitches was still a terrible thing for Larry.


    "Okay, I''ll go." Wendy did not refuse.


    Although her best friend was still here, it was still ufortable for her to be with Charlie alone in


    the same space, especially when his tall and big figurepletely enveloped her. She licked her


    lips and said, "Charlie, you''d better take it to Larry as soon as possible. The noodles will be


    soft after a long time, it will not be delicious then!"


    Charlie replied with a "hmm" and walked towards the entrance with the lunch box.


    Wendy followed Charlie silently. When he stepped out of the security door with his long legs, she


    couldn''t help calling him.


    "Charlie!"


    Charlie stopped and turned around to look at her.


    Wendy sped her hands behind her and looked up at him. "I know everything about what


    happened to Ynda..."


    "Thank you."


    When she learned about it at that time, he was still in the state of amnesia, so she could not thank


    him. Now she always felt that she should thank him in person.


    Charlie''s Adam''s apple bobbed. "You''re wee." "You..." Wendy bit her lip.


    Why did he do that?


    "What''s wrong?" Charlie raised his eyebrows. Wendy opened her mouth, but her words were


    eventually swallowed by her mouth and tongue. She shook her head and said, "Nothing."


    The city night was lit up with neon lights. After driving away from the apartment building, the white


    Land Rover did not drive directly to the private hospital, but off the viaduct and stopped in front of a


    restaurant.


    Charlie turned off the engine and unfastened his seat belt, but didn''t intend to get off the car.


    He picked up the thermal lunch box on the codriver''s seat and opened the lid. The hot air sprayed


    on his eyes and ears, and his stomach was stirring.


    Taking out the chopsticks, Charlie directly lowered his head and ate in the car.


    For a while, the smell of noodles and the sound of sucking noodles filled the car.


    Fifteen minutester, Charlie bent his legs and leaned against the car, with a cigarette in his hand.


    Every time he put the cigarette to his lips, the smoke would scatter from his mouth and nose, and


    then it would be blown away by the night wind.


    In the restaurant next to the car, a waiter ran out with a thermal lunch box. "Sir, your noodles are


    ready! It''s cooked ording to what you said, and there''s a slice of corn dog inside!"


    "Okay." Charlie threw the cigarette on the ground.


    After twisting the cigarette out with his shoe, he picked it up and threw it in the trash, then reached


    out and took the lunch box.


    When the waiter ran back to the restaurant with money, the white Land Rover, which had been


    parked on the side of the road, also went away.


    "Ding!"


    The elevator door of the hospital building slowly opened.


    It was rtively quiet at this time. Charlie pushed open the door of the ward, and as expected, Larry


    on the hospital bed immediately sat up and shouted at him with great excitement, "Daddy!"


    Charlie walked over slowly with one hand in his pocket.


    After Larry called out to Charlie, his eyes never left the lunch box in Charlie''s hands.


    "I want to eat noodles!" He couldn''t wait to shout.


    "Okay." Charlie opened his mouth and handed over the lunch box.


    Without Charlie''s help, Larry was already holding the lunch box in his arms, picking up the noodles


    with chopsticks and stuffing them in his mouth. After just two bites, his little brow furrowed, "It''s not


    that taste!"


    "Howe not?" Charlie nced at Larry.


    "Wendy''s noodles taste better than this!" Larry still frowned and said in a muffled voice.


    Charlie''s lips twitched. "This is the noodles she cooked!"


    Larry pursed his lips and looked like he didn''t believe it.


    "I saw her cooking with my own eyes." Charlie crossed his long legs and pointed to his son''s arms


    with a serious face. "Look at this thermal lunch box. Isn''t it hers?"


    When Larry heard this, he carried the thermal lunch box, touching and looking.


    The thermal lunch box was Wendy''s, every time Wendy brought him noodles, she would use this


    lunch box, but the taste was not the same...


    Charlie seemed to have seen through his son''s thoughts. He twitched his lips and said, "Maybe it''s


    toote today. She''s a little tired. It''s also possible that she didn''t cook as better as thest time. If


    you don''t want to eat it, then forget it!"


    When Larry heard this, he nodded his head foolishly and believed it. Then, he started to mumble


    and eat in silence.


    Charlie withdrew his gaze and hid the cunningness in his eyes at the same time.


    Finally, Larry ate all the noodles. He covered his round belly with his hand and burped.


    He was confused...


    He always felt that there was something wrong with the taste...


    After washing up, Charlie held his son back to the hospital bed, pulled over the quilt, and said, "It''s


    gettingte, go to sleep!"


    "But I miss Wendy..."


    Larry blinked his big eyes and said softly.


    Charlie snorted. "Didn''t you just finish her noodles?"


    "But I want to see Wendy, want to talk to her, and want to hug her and kiss her!" Speaking of the


    last sentence, Larry seemed to be a little embarrassed, and his face was red because of shyness.


    Wendy...


    Charlie listened to his son to repeat her name in a childish voice over and over again like he can''t


    stop it.


    Well, in some ways, they are really father and son!"


    Larry suddenly called Charlie, "Daddy."


    Charlie lowered his head. His son''s small body was covered by the quilt. Although the gauze on his


    head was not as shocking as before, it was still visible. His jade- carved little face was more and


    more lovable.


    His big ck grape-like eyes blinked and he asked cautiously, "Wendy doesn''t like me anymore,


    does she?"


    Charlie''s Adam''s apple bobbed up and down.


    He knew that his son missed Wendy, and relied on her more and more day by day.


    Charlie leaned over and touched Larry''s fair and tender face. "It''s easy to meet your Wendy. If you


    call her tomorrow when I''m not here, she wille to see you."