Chapter 559

Sure enough.

Gwen looked at Hawk with a smile, and her tone was also very light.

"Hawk."

"Mm."

"You said my dad has this idea, what about you, you also have this idea, if it were you at the time, would you accept it?"

"How is that possible."

Hawk shook his head decisively, full of righteousness, without any guilty conscience, looking directly at Gwen's green emerald eyes that could speak: "I, Hawk Phoenix, have never had two colors in my life."

Among the superpowers he brought after awakening his sixth sense, there is only one superpower he uses as little as possible.

"Sixth Sense—Perspective!"

If his mind wavered even a little, this perspective ability, which he had almost put in the box, would become an ability he could turn on at any time in his daily life.

There is no one else like that.

But Hawk didn't.

One woman is enough.

And...

Gwen is someone he knew when he was at his lowest, witnessed his development, accompanied his growth, and now shares his temporary peak, and will share everything with him in the future.

And he is a warrior.

As everyone knows.

Only heard of scholars rising to power, abandoning their wives and children.

When have you heard of warriors starting a family, abandoning their wives and children.

So!

Hawk looked at Gwen with a serious face.

"You are the past, present, and future, the only one I care about."

"..."

Gwen looked at Hawk, who was so familiar, met Hawk's eyes that were shining with stars in the universe, and opened her mouth.

"... Sorry."

"Too late."

"What?"

"You actually doubted me, add half a month."

"Dream on!"

Gwen looked at Hawk, whose mouth revealed a hint of cunning.

"Two months as agreed, I won't subtract, and you aren't allowed to add."

"Okay!"

Hawk arched his eyebrows, his serious expression returned to normal, and he said with a smile: "I agree to pay according to the original reward."

Gwen heard this, looked at Hawk's expression, and snapped back to reality.

"Tha..."

"Language, Gwen, language."

Hawk looked at Gwen, who was about to explode with profanity, and interrupted with a smile.

The next second.

He looked at Gwen, who was raising her eyebrows again, and with a "whoosh," took a step forward, making Gwen's angry blow miss.

"You stop."

"No."

Hawk shook his head.

He didn't have any masochistic tendencies.

Gwen was angry, looked at Hawk standing in front, and chased after him.

Hawk turned and ran.

Didn't stop.

Soon.

Peter and Felicia, who were waiting at the door for their son's godfather, saw Hawk and Gwen chasing and playing with each other while laughing not far away.

Peter and Felicia looked at each other, then blinked, looking at Hawk and Gwen with curiosity: "What are you guys..."

Hawk and Gwen had also returned to normal, holding hands, and looked at Peter's curious gaze with a laugh.

"Just exercising, where's my godson?"

"Aunt May is holding him, the priest is preparing."

"Let's go."

Hawk heard this and said to Gwen beside him: "I'll go in and prepare first."

Today is the day of little Ben's baptism.

But as the godfather, Hawk also needs to do some preparation work.

If it were someone else, maybe they would have come to prepare early in the morning.

But Hawk lived in the church since he was a child, and he knew this series of processes very well, he didn't even need training, he could operate it directly.

When Gwen, Peter, and Felicia walked into the church, Hawk had already quickly and skillfully finished reciting the prayer in front of the Jesus statue, drew a cross on his chest, and then took out the golden cross he had prepared and handed it to the priest on the side.

The priest also recited the prayer and put this golden cross on little Ben, who was sleeping in Aunt May's arms.

This golden cross needs to be worn by little Ben for the rest of his life.

Because this is a gift prepared by the godfather for the godson.

Little Ben, who was sleeping, seemed to feel something, opened his eyes, and just as he was about to cry loudly, his chubby little hand touched the golden cross, and he pinched the golden cross with his little mouth and laughed.

If you look at little Ben's blue eyes, which are the same as Peter's, at this moment, you will find.

At this moment, little Ben, deep in his eyes.

Flashing—

The light of the Northern Cross constellation!