Looking at the words "My dad is the most handsome" printed on the short sleeves, Feng Nuan could hardly imagine what Lu Zheng's mood was when he chose it.
After all, in her eyes, her son is a rebellious and indifferent person, and he is not likely to get involved with such things.
Lu Zheng also changed into a light pink short-sleeved shirt that looked like a parent-child outfit. If it had been before, he would never have worn such a boring color.
The reason for placing the order was that when buying clothes for Yuanyuan, she said: "I also want to see my father wearing pink."
Lu Zheng has cold fair skin, and the pink color suits him very well, making him look softer and look like a little puppy.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he felt a little uncomfortable and felt like he suddenly became a girl.
"Dad, you look good in this."
Yuanyuan ran over and circled around him, seeing that her father was wearing the same clothes as herself and hugging his thigh happily.
The father and daughter have become much closer in the past two days, and the child has become more and more bold.
He crossed his legs around Lu Zheng's calves and let him lead him.
Lu Zheng kept his word and worked hard to control his emotions. He rarely got angry for no reason.
In fact, the main reason is that Yuanyuan is smart. When her father wants to lose his temper, he takes a preemptive strike and looks at him pitifully.
When Lu Zheng saw the child's hurt expression, he would force himself to calm down first.
Feng Nuan bought vegetables before arriving and made two bowls of clear soup noodles for the father and daughter.
After dinner, Lu Zheng put away the dishes and Feng Nuan took a comb to comb the child's hair.
"What shampoo did you use on her? Her hair is all tangled."
"The same ones I use."
Lu Zheng used a refreshing men's shampoo, which was quite smooth after each wash. He didn't notice the knotting problem in his child's hair.
"The shampoo used by adults is more alkaline. You should buy her a children's shampoo and comb her hair more often."
Feng Nuan gently combed out the knotted areas of the child. It seemed that he should come, at least to teach him how to take care of the child.
"I see."
Lu Zheng responded. He was very willing to listen to suggestions about taking care of children.
After clearing the dishes, he came over to watch Feng Nuan braid the child's hair. After she finished braiding, he took it off and tried to tie the child's hair into braids himself.
It's a pity that he didn't do it carefully. If he tied it too tightly, the child's scalp would hurt.
"Dad, don't try..."
Yuanyuan held a few strands of hair that had been strangled out in her hands, and there were faint tears in her eyes.
Dad's love is so heavy!
"Yuanyuan, there is a saying that the pain is in the child's body, but the pain is in the father's heart."
"What's the meaning?"
"What I mean is that if I try again, I will definitely be able to give you a nice stitch."
Lu Zheng had a stubborn streak in him and wanted to learn this skill well.
After all, he also wants his daughter to be beautiful.
"Dad, do you want to steal my beautiful hair?"
Yuanyuan picked up the fallen hair and complained, puckering her lips and feeling like she wanted to cry.
"..."
Lu Zheng looked at the hair in her hand and finally relented and decided to let her go.
With Feng Nuan helping him take care of his children, he went to school with peace of mind. He felt quite embarrassed for always bothering Li Yan before.
After he left, Feng Nuan checked the child's daily necessities, made a list, and took the child to the mall to purchase.
Everything from toiletries to underwear and shoes has been rearranged.
At noon, Feng Nuan took her children to the food court in the shopping mall. She was a little tired after shopping all morning, so she planned to eat something and go back.
It was the first time for the little guy to come to a place like this. He reached up to his neck and smelled the aroma wafting around him.
"Grandma, what is that colored water?"
Yuanyuan pointed at the fruit tea held by the beautiful sister in front of her, showing a longing expression.
"That's fruit tea, do you want to drink it?"
Feng Nuan carried her into the milk tea shop and ordered her a cup of warm oatmeal milk tea with less sugar.
This was the first time the little guy came into contact with such a drink. He took two big sips of the milk tea.
"It tastes great, thank you grandma!"
"nice! You love it."
Feng Nuan thinks she is easy to take care of. Lu Zheng and Lin Yao were both noisy when they were young, very domineering and not very obedient. They were not as well-behaved and sensible as her.
She chose a nearby ramen restaurant and ordered a bowl of easy-to-digest thin noodles for her child.
The little guy can feed himself and doesn’t need to worry at all.
Feng Nuan looked at her and Lu Zheng's very similar faces and couldn't help but think of some past events.
"Yuanyuan is awesome. At your age, Zheng still needs to be fed."
Lu Zheng was naughty when he was a child. He had to chase and feed him when he was eating. If you hit him, he would get even more upset and would go on a hunger strike.
"What was dad like when he was little?"
Yuanyuan suddenly became interested. He had never seen his father when he was a child.
Feng Nuan opened the photo album, which contained many photos of Lu Zheng when he was young, most of which were between the ages of one and seven. He flipped through them one by one and showed them to her.
"I like this one!"
Yuanyuan pointed to one of the pictures, in which Lu Zheng was holding a border collie, with green grass and blue sky in the background, looking lively and handsome.
But there are very few photos after the age of seven. Feng Nuan's second husband was not from Z City. After she gave birth to Lin Yao, she rarely came back to see Lu Zheng.
Most of the following are Lu Zheng's ID photos and some screenshots of video calls.
"Why is there no more at the back?"
Yuanyuan was looking at it enthusiastically and wanted to see her father when he was a boy.
"I will rarely be with him from now on..."
Feng Nuan's expression darkened. She knew that Lu Zheng blamed her, but things had already happened and it was too late to say anything now.
"Did you know that daddy is sick?" Yuanyuan looked up at her
"Sick? When did it happen?" Feng Nuan asked in confusion.
"Dad has a disease that makes him easily angry. I don't know what it is specifically."
"A disease that makes you easily angry?"
"Um!"
Feng Nuan knew that her son had a bad temper, but she couldn't guess what kind of illness made people easily angry.
After eating, she felt a lot more energetic, so she took Yuanyuan upstairs to buy a pair of gold bracelets and a gold longevity lock.
The little guy likes sparkling gold jewelry very much, and he can't put it down when holding the big gold lock around his neck.
When Lu Zheng went to school to attend classes, many people looked at him strangely.
As one of the handsome guys in the finance department, he has received a lot of attention in the school.
The most important thing is that he usually wears black and white and gray, and he takes the cool and handsome route. Suddenly wearing such delicate clothes makes people a little uncomfortable.
"Brother Zheng, what are you doing?"
After class, a friend who was close to him came over and looked at his clothes and felt that something was wrong with him.
"What did you say?"
Lu Zheng raised his eyes and glared at him, feeling that his skin was itchy.
"Pink and delicate, how old are you now?"
Zhao Qi joked that pink clothes rarely appear in boys' wardrobes, and his usual style is insulated from this color.
"Doesn't it look good?"
Lu Zheng feels that although this dress does not match his style, it is not ugly, right?
"This is not a question of whether it is ugly or not..."
"what is that?"
"It's you who looks like 0 in your clothes..."
Zhao Qi is the kind of person who likes to be mean when nothing happens. He deliberately spoke in a loud voice, causing all the classmates who had not left around to look over.
"Fuck you!"
Lu Zheng kicked him angrily and walked out of the classroom unhappily holding his notes.
