Six years later.
Ellison walked out of the school gate with a small school bag on his back.
He was good-looking, and his temperament was more prominent than that of children of the same age, which made the adults waiting to pick up children outside the school couldn't help looking at him a few more times.
At this time, a fat little boy caught up with him and patted Ellison's shoulder from behind. The child's hand was neither light nor heavy. Ellison frowned at the moment he was hit.
The chubby little guy didn't feel much. Seeing Ellison stop, he immediately gasped and said, "Hey, Ellison, are you going to play with me?"
Ellison looked back at him and refused, "No, I'm going home."
Ellison's eyes and brows were very beautiful. They were as resolute as Patrick's and was gentle as Amelia's. Therefore, he immediately stunned the chubby guy.
Fatty thought of his younger sister. Every time someone saw her, they would praise her beauty. But compared with Ellison in front of him, she was simply...
The chubby guy didn't want to speak ill of his sister, so he stopped what he was going to say.
When Ellison saw Fatty looking at him and swallowing his saliva, he could not help but shake off the hand that was still on his shoulder and leave.
As a result, the chubby guy grabbed his schoolbag and stared at him, saying, "Ellison, you are so beautiful. Is it safe for you to go home alone? Why don't I accompany you?"
"No, my driver will pick me up.”
"Ah? Oh..." Fatty let go of his hand in disappointment, but the next second, he asked excitedly, "Can I go to your house to play?"
"You can't." Ellison was quite ruthless to this classmate of his, who acted familiar with him. He had Patrick's demeanor.
"Woo..." The children's world was very simple. The chubby guy, who had been rejected twice in a row, couldn't help crying sadly.
Ellison had already walked a few steps away. When he heard the cry, he subconsciously looked back and saw Fatty crying sadly.
He ignored him.
At this moment, an outstanding woman got out of the car, walked to him, and called softly, "Cicily."
Ellison looked at the person in surprise. "Mommy? Why are you here?"
Amelia touched the tip of his nose and said with a smile, "I'm here to pick you up."
Ellison was still a little confused. "But, aren't you going to the kindergarten to pick up my sister after school today? Why do you have time to pick me up?"
"Your father has gone to pick Ciara up," Amelia said, reaching out to her son. "Let's go home."
After Ellison figured out the cause of the matter, he immediately held Amelia's hand happily. Compared with his father, he was certainly more willing to be close to his mother, because his mother had a good temper and never got angry with him.
The next second, he thought of something and turned around, only to see his classmate, the little chubby guy, still crying.
After Amelia saw this scene, she asked, "Cicily, is that boy... someone you know?"
Ellison pursed his lips and said, "Well, he wants to come to our house to have fun, but I refused him."
After hearing this, Amelia looked carefully at the boy a few more times and found something. "He's your classmate, right? No wonder he looks familiar."
After a moment of hesitation, Ellison tugged at Amelia's hand and said, "Mommy, let's go home."


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