Breakfast is not for you

Lionel went out of the bathroom and coaxed Louise to fall asleep.

He gently tucked Louise's quilt, quietly left Louise's room, and closed the door for her.

When he returned to the bedroom where he used to sleep with Owen, Owen was already packing up his things.

"You don't need to move, I'll move." Owen was very agile.

Lionel was too lazy to move, seeing that Owen was willing to get out, of course he had no reason to object.

He lay on the big soft bed and took off his gold-rimmed glasses.

So much happened today, and he was tired too.

Owen looked at Lionel’s exhausted expression and hesitated: “Actually, I really didn’t like that rookie star. I just ate with him... after watching the movie, there was nothing else, really.”

Lionel didn't say a word, turned over and turned his back to Owen.

Pretended not to hear.

Owen looked at the man's back and looked at his already indifferent attitude, completely shutting him out, and his heart was even more irritable.

He stood there for a while, then, taking a deep breath, took his own things and went to another room.

After dawn the next day, Owen got up at a fixed point and went to his gym boxing for a while, as if to vent his emotions. After sweating, he took a bath and changed clothes comfortably, and went to the kitchen.

The kitchen smelled of fragrant breakfast.

With a ponytail and a red scarf, Louise drank hot milk happily.

When she saw Owen coming, she happily cried out: "Small Daddy, good morning!"

"Louise, good morning." Owen sat in his usual seat, but could not find the new newspaper that he usually reads every day.

It is estimated that Lionel was too lazy to get it for him.

Lionel was wearing a suit with Louise's favorite pink cat apron outside. He brought out two plates of fried eggs from the kitchen, and one plate was placed in front of Louise.

Owen reached out and wanted to take another plate of fried eggs.

Lionel opened his hand with a snap: "Nothing for you."

Louise raised her head and blinked strangely: "Big Daddy, why don't you let Small Daddy have breakfast?"

Lionel smiled and touched Louise's little head: "Because your Small Daddy has eaten outside just now, Louise can just eat yourself and go to school later, eh?"

Louise gave a hum, lowered her head and ate breakfast quietly.

Owen sat awkwardly on the spot, neither walking nor staying.

After breaking up, he actually didn't even have breakfast to eat!

Lionel is too heartless!

Fine.

Wouldn’t it work if he went to the company to buy breakfast again?

When Lionel and Louise finished their breakfast, Lionel dumped the car from the garage and sent Louise to school.

In the past, all three people in a family set off together, so Louise naturally pulled Owen into the car. Although Lionel was unwilling in his heart, he didn't want to show anything in front of his daughter, so he pretended to be calm and didn't say anything.

When they arrived at the school gate, when Louise was about to get off the bus, she suddenly frowned: "Big Daddy, you forgot one thing today."

Lionel frowned strangely and checked it. Louise's red scarf, school badge, and homework, pencil case, textbooks were all brought.

What did I forget?

Louise smiled mysteriously: "You forgot the good morning kiss with Small Daddy."

Lionel was taken aback, and then he remembered this.

When Owen was still in love with Owen, their good morning kiss and good night kiss were essential flirting items.

But that was before.

Now……

Lionel calmly looked at Owen’s thin lips, wishing to get a Gardland rifle, stuffed the muzzle into Owen’s mouth, fired a few bangs, and then threw the scumbag into the exploding oil tank, and let him explode into a beautiful red glow in the sky, wonderful.

"Big Daddy," Louise took Lionel's clothes corner, "Good morning kiss, you want to kiss good morning with Small Daddy!"

Lionel sighed as he looked at this girl's obsession.

This girl is so innocent and ignorant, he can't let her know the good things her Small Daddy did outside, nor can he let her know that he broke with Owen.

Otherwise, this girl would be sad to death.

Lionel struggled for a while, then smiled softly: "Okay, listen to Louise, kiss good morning."

As he said, in Louise's expectant eyes, his arms clung to Owen's neck, and his lips pressed against Owen's thin lips without emotion.

Louise saw the warm and usual morning kisses of the two dads, she smiled, and went to school happily with the little schoolbag on her back.

As soon as Louise left, Lionel immediately let go of Owen and wiped his mouth: "...Behave in front of your daughter, as I said yesterday."

Owen touched his lips: "Actually...I don't mind if you kiss a little longer."

"I mind," Lionel glanced at him coldly, "I said, you are going to mess around outside in the future, but take a moment, hand, foot and mouth disease is spread like this."

Owen's expression froze.

"Get off," Lionel opened the door, "I'm going to the company."

Owen's face sank: "You won't give me away?"

"Send you to work, I'm afraid it won't work now, but it's a good idea to send you to your funeral," Lionel shrugged, "You have so many luxury cars, you don't need to take mine, right? Get out of the car obediently. Don't let me say anything uglier."

Owen looked at Lionel deeply for a while, his eyes seemed to be about to deprive the man in front of him alive.

After a long time, he grimed his face, picked up his things, and got out of the car.

As soon as he got out of the car, the door slammed shut, the car started quickly, and disappeared into the traffic in a blink of an eye, without any delay.

Lionel drove to the company by himself.

As soon as he entered the lobby, he was stopped by the little girl at the front desk.

The little girl at the front desk blushed and did not dare to look at the handsome man: "Mr. Hamlet...Hamlet..."

Lionel's imposing manner is not shocking, so he softened his voice as much as possible: "Is something wrong?"

"Um..." The little girl at the front desk shivered. "Um, Malvin, Malvin Frank, he is coming to see you, he is in the waiting room."

Malvin Frank?

Lionel frowned, thinking about it in his mind.

Oh, it's the rookie star that Owen is supporting.

What is he doing here?

"I asked," said the little girl at the front desk, "he said he was here to confess his mistake to you."

Admit mistakes?

Lionel couldn't help but snorted coldly.

Admitting mistakes is false, for fear that future resources and development will be hindered, star dreams will be broken, and begging for mercy in a panic are the truths.

The little girl at the front desk looked at Mr. Hamlet's face with an unkind look, and cautiously asked, "Do you want to see him?"

Lionel raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "I have a meeting at ten o'clock in the morning and a lunch break at twelve o'clock. There are still some documents to be processed afterwards. Ask him if he still wants to see me. If he still wants to see me, then just let him wait."

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