Chapter 492 Grandma, I faint
Alexander is here!
The child's father is here!
The problem is, the children all look like this. Will the child's father recognize them?
Humph, even if he wants to recognize them, I won't easily give him that chance!
This rotten man left her in Country M while she was unconscious and went back to ancient Europe by himself!
When he left, he even told Ethan that his Alexander doesn't have such a dirty wife!
Dirty, huh?
Since he said that about her, don't expect him to easily recognize his son!
The little ones are still crying, and Ivy quickly walks to the side of the bed and says in a serious tone, "Hush, stop crying, Mommy's enemy is here, be careful he finds you and takes you away!"
Hearing these words, the little ones really stop crying, each with a resentful frown, wishing they could help Mommy teach the enemy a lesson.
Ivy wants to hide the little ones, but she doesn't know where to hide them for a moment.
Cici points to the wardrobe, gesturing for Ivy to hide the children inside.
Ivy shakes her head. Although the little ones are small, they have strength. What if they push open the wardrobe door and accidentally fall on the ground?
Alexander steps closer, and the powerful sound of his footsteps is very alarming.
In a moment of desperation, Ivy takes off her shoes, gets on the bed, covers herself with the blanket, and gathers the little ones in the quilt.
"Grandma, I faint!" Ivy closes her eyes after saying that.
Cici, "..."
Is this some kind of joke?
Is it really appropriate to throw a hot potato at her old lady?
Alexander has already arrived at the door and is about to speak when the bodyguard who was going to buy milk formula proactively greets him.
"Sir, hello. Who are you looking for?"
"Cough cough!" Alexander clears his throat and smiles, saying, "I'm looking for Mrs. Donald."
Cici quickly walks out of the room, and when she sees Alexander, her eyes light up.
Is this the person in charge of the Ashford family group? He looks much better in person than in magazines!
Especially when he smiles, there are two dimples at the corners of his mouth, very sunny and approachable, completely different from the magazine's Foster, the man with a square face.
Honestly, this man and Ivy are really a perfect match, both in appearance and demeanor!
"Mrs. Donald, hello!" Alexander's warm voice speaks up, "I'm Alexander!"
Cici nods kindly, "I recognized you. Please have a seat!"
Alexander claps his hands, and Ethan, holding more than a dozen upscale gift boxes, struggles to squeeze into the door.
"Mrs. Donald, these are the ancient European specialties Alex specially selected for you. There are sea cucumbers, bird's nests, and..."
Cici interrupts before Ethan finishes introducing, asking directly, "Do you have milk formula?"
Ethan, "..."
That thing isn't a precious tonic. How could their Alex give milk formula as a gift?
"Originally, Mrs. Donald likes to drink milk. Ethan, go get it!"
In Alexander's helicopter, there was a box of baby formula that he specifically bought for the six little girls. Since Mrs. Donald wanted it, he had no choice but to take it out first and buy another for his six daughters later.
Since it was a gift, it had to be something that the recipient liked!
Ethan couldn't believe it, "Alex, is that the baby formula you bought for the six little princesses? Are you sure you want to give baby formula to Mrs. Donald?"
Upon hearing this, Cici immediately became happy, "I want the baby formula, not the ones for middle-aged and elderly people!"
Well, Ethan had to obediently go and fetch that box of baby formula.
Alexander couldn't help but marvel at Cici, seeing her still vibrant and full of energy at her age, walking with grace.
He sincerely praised, "No wonder Mrs. Donald has tight skin, a rosy complexion, and a Thomas-like temperament. It turns out it's because she has been drinking baby formula for a long time..."
Cici, "..."
You want baby formula, is it for your little dumpling at home?
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