"Ha-ha… Malcolm, slow down! " When they came back from the beach, Malcolm carried Poppi on her back all the time. When they arrived at the villa, she immediately stopped them and said, "slow down. Put me down! Don't let anyone see us! "

"Is it shameful to be with me?" But Malcolm carried her on his back and went on, "no way."

"Of course not!" Poppi pressed her lips and smiled. She tapped her finger on Malcolm's face and said mischievously, "I just think if you carry me on your back like this, you'll fall into deep trouble! People in your villa will laugh at you if they see this! "

"It's important for you to be happy. Leave them alone." But Malcolm seemed not to care about it at all. He carried Poppi on his back and walked into the villa.

Poppi put her arms around Malcolm's neck and said, "remember what you said! Can I act like a spoiled child in the future? "

"Have you ever acted like a spoiled child?" Speaking of this, Malcolm was a little angry. Every time when Poppi begged him, he could not help feeling happy. However, she seemed to be fine. Thinking of this, Malcolm asked again, "did you act like a spoiled child before? Throw it on Benson? "

Poppi punched him, "don't mention him. Let bygones be bygones. "

Malcolm snorted and didn't say anything. He walked to the basin and saw Mark standing at the door of the main house, waiting for them. As they came back, he bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Malcolm, Miss. Poppi, you are back! Dinner is on the table. "

"Thank you, Mr. Mark!" Poppi deftly jumped down from Malcolm. Holding her shoes in her hands, she was barefoot, careless and punctilious.

Mark smiled and looked at her with concern. "It's cold at night. Miss. Poppi, you'd better wear shoes."

"Okay." Poppi nodded her head and asked, "can I have dinner upstairs? I'm a little tired today. " Then, she looked at Malcolm and asked, "is that okay?"

Malcolm didn't say anything. He just nodded slightly, motioned Mark to prepare dinner, and then walked upstairs. Seeing this, Poppi followed him excitingly, "why don't you speak? Get angry? Are you angry just because of a few words just now? "

Malcolm cast a glance at Poppi. When he saw her open her mouth with a grin on her face, she asked, "Oh... Aren't you angry? Are you jealous? 'oh my God! What should I do?'? I didn't know you existed at that time! Acting like a spoiled child only in front of him or others "

Malcolm was furious, but he felt a little regret. 'why didn't I know her earlier? Why wasn't it Poppi who saved him at that time? If it was… However, there were not so many "if" in the world. Fortunately, he didn't miss Poppi, which was his greatest luck.

Poppi walked a little bit fast and was just about to take one more step forward. But her hand was held by Malcolm. When she turned around, she saw his extremely serious eyes and subconsciously asked, "what's wrong?"

"You

ill love him?"

Poppi looked into his eyes and shook her head firmly, "I don't love anyone else. He loves me so much." She had been thinking about it for a long time and had thought it over very clearly.

"Who is it?" Speaking of this, Malcolm smiled and his eyes were as vast as the milky way.

"What do you think?" Poppi raised her eyebrows.

"I guess it must be me." As soon as he finished his words, he pressed his lips on hers, touching and fondling. Nothing in this world could make people happier than the mutual willingness.

In San Francisco, it was sunny every morning. Early the next morning, Poppi didn't loaf on the job but got up early with Malcolm. Last night, Malcolm had taught her a lot of lessons, but she had to see Celine as soon as possible today.

There was a slim possibility of terror in the airport. The plane could take off normally now, but an international flight would still take a few days.

Poppi wore a shawl, made up her hair, and put the hairpin that Malcolm gave her on. Then she hopped downstairs on her high heels, like a little princess who was not afraid of anything. But she endured so much pressure, her smile should be very rare.

"Is it beautiful?" Poppi said as she walked around in front of Malcolm.

Malcolm nodded, "yes."

After dinner, they arrived at the airport and flew to New York. On the way, the palms of Poppi were gradually sweating. She was so nervous because she was going to see Celine.

The moment she got off the plane, it began to rain on the streets of New York. She seemed to be immersed in the rain, which made her feel like she was also in a bad mood.

Sean drove them to the hospital while Poppi kept holding Malcolm's hand.

"Here we are." It took them nearly an hour before they arrived at a private hospital.

"Let's go." Malcolm held her hand and said, "don't worry. I'm here with you."

"…… Yes. " Poppi nodded her head slightly.