Holding Sheridan's arm, Rachel went shopping while fantasizing, "Do you think that Harold will screw it up?"

"What? Why are you so unconfident about your son? " Sheridan smiled.

"Well, he doesn't know how to say sweet words. It's really a headache!" Rachel sighed, "You were so sweet at that time. Why didn't he inherit this from you?"

"He will deal with it well. Don't worry." Sheridan was not happy that his wife was around his son every day. He walked into the flower shop with Rachel.

"You want to buy flowers?" Rachel asked in confusion.

"Yes."

"For Wendy?"

Without answering her question, Sheridan bought a bunch of roses and put it in Rachel's hand. "It's for you."

Raising her eyebrows, Rachel said, "We are a couple for so many years. Why do you buy me roses?"

Sheridan said, "You are as beautiful as roses."

"Ha ha! Thank you. I like it very much! " With the roses in her arms and Sheridan in her right hand, Rachel strolled and chatted with Sheridan slowly.

The passers-by all looked at them, their e

"Happy Birthday! I hope I can see your wonderful performance in F1 as soon as possible!"

"Hey, I seem to find something amazing. There is a man's shoes in the lower right corner of the photo. Did Vivien's boyfriend buy the cake for her or make it for her?"

"That's possible. If Vivien did it herself, she would surely make it clear on the twitter that she did it herself."

"Maybe he is her father? Ha ha! "

Looking through the comments, Wendy saw the message. She handed the phone to Harold and said, "These people are like Sherlock Holmes. They have sharp eyes."

Harold reached out and rubbed her head, saying nothing.

Not long after she sent the tweet, she immediately received the blessing message from everyone, and her mobile phone kept vibrating.

Lying on the sofa, Wendy rested her head on Harold's laps and replied messages.

With one hand holding the document, Harold stroked her hair gently with the other hand, as if he was smoothing a cat's hair.

The atmosphere in the bedroom was very warm and sweet.