Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 648

“What is this about? I can’t understand,” Ferne asked as he walked out with a report in his hand.

Noah took over the report and read it. He did not understand too because there was so much jargon. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Where is Collin?” Ferne asked, “Hasn’t he finished his blood test?”

“He could have gone rest after that. Let’s consult the other doctors,” Noah said as he put away the report.

“That works too.” Ferne followed.

They had to register again. Looking at Ferne who was operating the machine with one hand, Noah took out his vibrating phone and answered, “Hello…”

It was Christy. She heard that Noah was back and wanted to invite him for dinner.

Noah nodded and said a few words. Ferne didn’t catch that. He only knew that it was a female voice. When he saw Noah returning with a hint of a smile on his face. He asked suspiciously, “Who was that?”

Noah picked up the registration form printed from the machine and looked at it. Then he looked at Ferne and asked, “Proctology department? Do you have hemorrhoids?”

Ferne, “…”

Just now, he was thinking about who Noah was talking to, so he didn’t focus on it. He did not expect that he chose the proctology department.

Of course, he would not admit that he had accidentally chosen it to eavesdrop on Noah’s call. He coughed lightly and made some sort of feeble excuse, “This doctor’s name is good.”

Noah looked down at the name of the expert on the registration list, “Zimbalist.”

Ferne took a deep breath and said, “Forget it. I was not myself. I’d better register again.”

They spent one hour in the hospital. After they came out of the hospital, Ferne was angry. “That doctor knows nothing. I said that it was caused by sticky glue, but he agreed with it. Fuck. If I said that it was stained with shit, he would nod and agree that was the shit.”

Sitting in the taxi, Ferne imitated the tone of the doctor. The driver laughed and asked him what happened.

“The situation at that time was very dangerous. The wolf was only three centimeters away from me, and I was holding the single-pronged halberd…” Ferne said to the driver, trying to show a distance between him and the wolf.

He was dramatic, but the driver listened with relish. Sometimes, the driver was shocked by his words. They chatted all the way. When Noah and Ferne got off the car, the driver and Ferne regretted that they couldn’t meet each other earlier.

Noah never knew that Ferne could be so enthusiastic as if all the strangers in the world could become his friends. He was open-minded and enthusiastic. With his handsome face, he could impress others with a single smile. In addition to his silver tongue, people close to him would be infected by his enthusiasm. They all liked him. Before getting off of the car, the driver asked Ferne if he was married and wanted to introduce his daughter to him…

“What are you doing at the greengrocer?” Ferne paid and touched his lips. He had talked too much and was a little thirsty now, but there was no water selling at the entrance of the greengrocer.

Noah went straight in, picked a watermelon from a fruit stall, weighed it, and asked the stall owner to give him a spoon. Then, with a strike, the watermelon was split into two. He handed one to Ferne and then carried the other half inside.

Ferne tasted a spoonful. It was so delicious.

“How can you know which watermelon tastes good? I knock and hear each one as I pick it out. But every time the watermelon I buy is either overripe or raw. It tastes terrible…” Ferne dug a spoonful and brought it to Noah’s mouth. He said, “Have a taste. This one is particularly sweet and watery.”

The greengrocer was bustling with people. They stood in the middle of the road. Ferne dug out a spoonful of red pulp inside and then brought it to Noah’s mouth, his face full of joy.

Probably because Noah was silent for a long time, Ferne finally realized where they were. People were coming and going around, and they had attracted attention.

He retracted his hand in embarrassment. Just as he was halfway through his action, the spoon in his hand was pressed down by Noah and brought to his mouth.

“Well, not bad.” Noah loosened his hand after eating and continued to walk forward.

Ferne looked at the spoon in his hand. After a while, a smile appeared on his face. “Pick two more melons for me later. I can give them to my mother to taste.”

“No problem,” Noah answered.

Ferne held the melon in his hand all the way. He ate and strolled around the greengrocer. When he saw vegetables he wanted to eat, he pointed at them. He was like a young master. Of course, he was.

Later, when he saw that Noah had more and more items in his hands, he finally finished the melon in his hand in a hurry. He spared one hand to help him. The knuckles of his right hand were still stiff. He could only hold the things and could not bend his fingers. He had to put them all in his left hand.

“Who did you call when you were in the hospital? I was just asking. I saw that you were in a good mood after answering the call.”

“I forgot.” Noah paused for a moment.

Ferne, “…”

He had only answered a call. However, he had forgotten it.

“I heard a woman’s voice,” he reminded.

Noah pondered for a moment and said, “Yes.”

Ferne, “…”

He was wondering if Noah did it on purpose.

Noah stopped a taxi and put the watermelons in it. He gave the driver the address and one hundred, then photographed the plate number and closed the door.

“Aren’t we going to get in the car?” Ferne asked with confusion.

He thought that Noah was going home to cook. But unexpectedly, Noah stopped a car and put the watermelons in it, then closed the door.

Thinking of the watermelons, Ferne quickly took out his phone, “I have to message my mother. If she can’t receive the watermelons, I will ask her to call the police.”

Noah, “…”

He picked up all the groceries on the ground and walked along the road.

“We walk there? Where is it?” Ferne followed him.

Ever since Trevor and Christy lived together, only the Pecks and Noah had been there, and Ferne had never come.

Ferne suddenly felt a little nervous when he stood at the door and saw Christy smiling as she said, “Please come in.”

No one had seen Trevor’s face.

During their childhood, they could remember nothing. They had never seen Trevor’s face since they could remember. They had been in and out the garret many times, but they were separated by a curtain.

For many years, every time Ferne thought of Trevor, he only remembered the thick curtains, little robots on the carpet, and the roses sealed in glass bottles in the corner.