America 1995

Chapter 225 The Butterfly Effect
The coming of the French was only a minor incident.

These Gallic chickens always feel good about themselves.

In this respect, they are a bit like the Japanese people in Asia who like to write scripts.

That is, if someone doesn't follow their script, they can easily be at a loss in the subsequent changes.

In this respect, the Gauls are a bit like the Slavs.

The Slavs need a father riding on their heads so that they know the direction to move forward and so that they can unite.

The Gauls need a strong and powerful leader to give them some status and voice in the international arena.

From the Sun King to Joan of Arc, from Joan of Arc to Napoleon, from Napoleon to Charles de Gaulle, to the current mini version of Jacques Chirac.

Once these leaders are lost, France will become a French chicken.

1997 8 Month 30 Day.

The hot summer in New York is gradually coming to an end, and New York in autumn is a splendid picture.

On both sides of the streets of Manhattan, golden ginkgo leaves and fiery red maple leaves are intertwined, as hot and warm as flames.

The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds, onto the fallen leaves, shining with golden light.

The lake in Central Park is sparkling, reflecting the colorful trees, it is so beautiful that it seems out of this world.

The autumn breeze blows, bringing a hint of coolness and the fragrance of ripe fruits.

The full-size customized Cadillac Escalade was driving slowly on the streets of Manhattan in the afternoon. Milo lowered the window a little, and the cool breeze blew into the car, which made him feel a little tired and refreshed.

Looking at the noisy crowd on the street, it is now time to get off work. People are no longer walking with the concentration they did in the early morning when they were going to work. They are more relaxed, but still walking in their own world. No matter whether there are people filming on the side of the road, people standing on the street arguing, or people sitting against the wall begging, they all turn a blind eye and will not stop to watch. This is New York, the busiest area, Manhattan. Here, you either fight or die.

This was the empire’s brightest afterglow and the most glorious moment for the most powerful capitalist country in human history.

Shaking his head, Milo closed the window and signaled the convoy to return to Long Island.

But it started to rain halfway through the trip, and the autumn rain and wind in New York were strong and cold, just like a blizzard in New York with strong winds and heavy snow.

When Milo returned home, the rain had subsided a little, but the wind was still strong.

In front of the large French window in the mansion's living room, the housekeeper, Mrs. Soli, saw her master coming back and immediately whispered to the maids to take action.

Some went to prepare hot coffee, some went to prepare clean clothes, some went to prepare a steaming hot bath, and some went to inform the hostess of the manor, and so on.

Of course, she also turned around and told the Chinese nanny who was recently interviewed and hired by the biological mother of the two young ladies, who was looking down slightly beside her: "Liu, go and bring the two young ladies out. The master is back."

The female nanny responded and went with several other nannies nearby to bring out the two older girls, Lily and Rose.

So after a while.

After Milo changed into new clothes and took a few sips of hot coffee.

"Hehe, my Lily and Rose, boo~boo~ do you miss daddy?"

He couldn't wait to hug Lily and Rose, who were grinning and giggling happily, with two pairs of beautiful sapphire eyes blinking. His four little hands were clenched and his arms were stretched out. Lily and Rose were struggling to be hugged, and he kissed their pretty and cute little faces repeatedly amid their silver bell-like giggles.

Both daughters were born at the beginning of the year and are now over half a year old.

It's the time when the baby is about to crawl, babbling, and it's the most fun to play with big toys.

Milo came back from Miami and stayed here for nearly half a month.

They became familiar with their father who was not often around them.

"Hehe...Woo."

"Snapped!"

"Oh, Rose, you hit me!"

Mrs. Solly, the housekeeper who was waiting on the side, looked at Milo's face as he was teasing Rose. Then, he was slapped by Lily's little hand, who was more active and dancing next to him. Milo's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help but hold back her laughter.

"Ah, Lily, you naughty girl, you actually dare to hit your daddy, well, just wait, when you grow up, I will definitely give you the photo of you wetting the bed as a gift!"

Milo pretended to be vicious and threatened Lily, who thought he was making faces at her and kept giggling.

"Rose is so obedient, not as naughty as her sister!"

He started playing with Rose, who was relatively gentle and calm.

Mrs. Soli looked at the father and daughter, she couldn't help but shake her head and laugh, feeling very warm in her heart.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy who needed her to hold him before he would eat.

In the blink of an eye, he became someone else's father and started playing with his own daughter.

time flies.

"Where's Sophie?"

Milo held Rose in his arms, letting Lily babble in dissatisfaction. He turned to ask Mrs. Solly.

"The lady is still in the gym. She now exercises for more than two hours every day, half an hour in the morning, half an hour at noon, and one hour in the evening."

Milo nodded, and when he saw that there was a Chinese among the nanny and maid standing next to Mrs. Solly, he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

It would have been fine if I hadn't looked at her, but once I did, I felt that this Chinese nanny looked a little familiar.

I didn't pay much attention just now, it seemed like it was she who carried Lily out.

There are many nannies in the manor, and most of them are white and black.

Chinese people basically work in the kitchen because they like to eat Chinese food.

So when there was a Chinese among the nannies, he naturally took a few more glances.

His movements caught Mrs. Thorley's attention.

Madam Soli: "This is Liu, Boss. She is one of the new nannies interviewed by Madam Sophie herself, and she is mainly responsible for taking care of the two young ladies."

"Liu?"

Milo showed a playful smile on his face, holding his two daughters and carefully looking at the Chinese female nanny who was now a little nervous.

The more he looked at it, the more it looked like one, but in the end he said nothing. He just nodded and walked towards the gym with his two daughters in his arms.

"Om-"

"Step, step..."

In the spacious and bright gym, Sophie, wearing a black vest-style tube top and black stretch gym pants, was running on the treadmill, sweating profusely.

As she ran, her maroon hair tied into a high ponytail kept dancing in the air.

"Hu-hu-"

Listening to music with headphones, Sophie, who was already a little tired from running, still persisted. She wiped the sweat from her cheeks, which had turned pink, with the towel tied around her wrist, and had no intention of stopping.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Milo walked into the gym with two little babies who were chattering nonstop. When they saw their mother Sophie, they began to struggle towards her, raising their hands and babbling nonstop.

"Let mommy come over and hug you."

Milo looked at Sophie, whose clothes were already soaked with sweat, but whose body curves were still perfect outlined by the tight sportswear. She didn't even notice their arrival, and he complained unhappily.

Seeing the earphones in her ears, Milo did not dare to scare her. After all, she was concentrating on running, and if she was frightened, it would inevitably be dangerous. He would not do such a suicidal prank. Instead, he walked to the front of the treadmill with his daughters who were struggling to be hugged.

See Milo and his two daughters appear.

Sophie's pretty pink face, which was covered with sweat, was slightly stunned. Then she raised her eyebrows, turned up the corners of her mouth, reached out and pressed a few times on the treadmill, letting it slowly slow down until it reached walking speed. Then she took off her headphones and wiped the sweat off her face with a towel.

"Lily, Rose...my little baby, mommy will hold you for a while."

Sophie had a doting look on her face as she leaned forward and reached out to her two daughters, asking for a hug, and blew kisses to the twin sisters who were babbling non-stop.

"Yeah, yeah, mama..."

"what--"

"Oh my god, baby, you can say mama, haha, oh my god, this is so great, did you hear it? Right, it's mama, right?"

Watching Sophie hugging Lily and ignoring the sweat on her face, she kissed the giggling Lily ecstatically, with an excited expression on her face, constantly exclaiming, and then asking Milo for confirmation who had a constipated expression on his face.

"Yes. But dear, there is nothing to be excited about. When babies begin to babble, their words don't mean anything."

"She was just naturally training her vocal cords and tongue. Besides, her teeth haven't grown yet, so it's not surprising that she made a similar sound..."

Milo acted sour and arrogant, pretending to be indifferent and trying to hit Sophie, while explaining in a self-comforting way.

but--

"Call me mama, call me mama..." Sophie's pink face was filled with excitement and joy. She widened her eyes and repeated the word to Lily, ignoring Milo's depression.
"mama..."

"Ha ha--"

Sophie smiled happily and raised her eyebrows at Milo, who looked very proud. Milo, who was slapped in the face, opened his mouth and said to his quiet sister Rose.
"Baby, call me baba, repeat after me, baba...you can also call me papa, call me papa."

"Hahaha..." Sophie was very happy to see Rose keep silent.

"Change one, change one. Lily likes to talk, and Rose likes to be quiet."

Milo refused to accept it, and exchanged daughters with Sophie, hugged Lily and said, "Honey, hurry up and call me baba, papa, honey, hurry up and say it."

However, in the end, Lily didn't want him, but her mother.

And Rose also made a "mama" sound, but I couldn't tell whether she was calling her mother or just babbling like a baby.

Sophie was obviously delighted.

She opened her palms and snatched Lily away with a proud look, then hugged Rose, who had already put her little hands into her bra and fumbled for her cutlery, and kissed her affectionately again, saying happily: "You are indeed my babies, haha, it's worth my painstaking efforts to teach you to call me mama. Haha... But don't rush to eat, mommy is all sweaty, wait for me to take a shower!"

"How despicable!"

He had also read parenting books and naturally knew that nearly 70% of babies would call "baba" first.

This is because of the relationship between the stop and the consonant, baba is easier to pronounce.

Seeing Sophie's smug look, he pretended to be a little angry and complained to Sophie.

Sophie raised her chin slightly, looked at Milo with an expression of contempt like a queen, snorted with disdain, and a sense of infinite pride rose in her heart involuntarily.

No matter how powerful Ren Milo is outside, even the French top leaders will try to please you.

But here, your daughter still calls me mom first!
She held her daughters in each of her arms, snorted, then turned around and walked out proudly.

"Haha, babies, let's get out of here. Some people's hearts are broken. Don't hurt us..."

"Beep, bab, bab..."

"Hehe, call me mama..."

"mama..."

"Haha, so good, you are really my good babies, boo~boo~"

Looking at Sophie's back and hearing the conversation in his ears, Milo laughed.

Then he waved his hand, and David, who was like a spirit, appeared.

"Let Kenny look into the new nanny, Liu's information. I need as much detail as possible."

"Ok."

The wind is as strong as a mountain being pulled out of the water, and the rain is as strong as a river bursting its banks.

In the bedroom that looked like it had been ravaged by a storm, Milo sat on the Simmons mattress with a smug look on his face. He put on his clothes slowly and looked back at Sophie, who was lying on the mattress, looking like she had been whipped by the strong wind and heavy rain like countless whips.

"Humph! This is what you get for pissing me off! Since you didn't teach my baby to call me daddy, I'll have to let you call me daddy yourself."

Sophie, feeling weak all over, raised her arm and raised her middle finger to Milo with a dazed look.

"Fxxk beep, beep beep beep..."

Sophie, who had just been bullied, blurted out swear words, but there was no momentum at all, instead it sounded more like a dying struggle.

"laugh--"

After Milo put on his pants and tucked in his shirt, he stood beside the Simmons mattress, raised the corners of his mouth, and sneered with a smug look.

"You seem unconvinced? I'll come back to teach you a lesson later! Either my babies call me daddy, or you call me daddy, or..."

Milo looked at Sophie Marceau, who had been exercising for half a year and whose belly was now flat as before, but some stretch marks were still visible.

"Or I'll make your belly swell up again, so that a new baby can come out and call me daddy!"

"Fuck!" Sophie, who had recovered some strength, watched him go out, turned over and leaned on the pillow, continuing to raise her middle finger in dissatisfaction.

In the study.

Milo looked at the report Kenny handed in.

Everything was normal, not much different from what I remembered.

And there was no threat in God's voice just now.

So... Milo thought about it, the butterfly effect?

If that's the case, that's really interesting.

He lowered his head and read the detailed information again, which even included the measurements, blood type, medical history, and even menstrual period status.

I saw it read:

[XIAOLI Liu, has one daughter, married and naturalized, Chinese Han, studied dance when young, went to the United States in 1989, has been married twice, worked as Sophie Marceau’s personal masseur last year...]

(End of this chapter)