After chatting with Teacher Sun, Huo Chenling walked up to the two little ones expressionlessly.
Seeing the nanny coming, Zaizai shouted happily.
"dad!"
The little red-haired zombie followed suit: "Dad!"
Huo Chenling's heart melted into a puddle of water one second, and became extremely heartbroken the next.
He didn't want to adopt a zombie son, he had no shortage of sons!
Just when Huo Chenling was about to tell the little red-haired zombie not to get too close to him, Teacher Sun came over.
"Zai Zai, young general, see you tomorrow."
Huo Chenling wanted to refuse, but one of his big hands was grabbed by Zaizai, and the other was grabbed by the little red-haired zombie.
The cold air spread from the palm of the hand to the entire arm, and then quickly spread to the eight meridians of the limbs.
Huo Chenling: "..."
Zaizai, the little red-haired zombie Nai Huhu and Teacher Sun waved their hands.
"Teacher Sun, see you tomorrow."
Huo Chenling resisted the urge to throw the little red-haired zombie away and greeted Teacher Sun expressionlessly.
"Teacher Sun, goodbye."
Teacher Sun looked at the expressionless Huo Chenling and hesitated to speak.
Huo Chenling didn't want to be taught how to raise a baby anymore, so he bit his back teeth, picked up Zaizai and the little red-haired zombie, and left without looking back.
Teacher Sun:"……"
Seeing Zaizai hugging Huo Chenling's neck, the little red-haired zombie also hugged Huo Chenling's neck, but Huo Chenling's body stiffened, and Teacher Sun sighed quietly.
Although I don’t know what the situation of the Huo family is, Huo Chenling’s attitude towards the young general...
Teacher Sun thought for a while and mentioned it to Huo Chenling during the home visit.
Although Huo Chenling was as cold as ice, she was still shaking her head.
But she is a teacher, and it is her responsibility to take good care of every child.
Huo Chenling sneezed heavily after putting the two children into the car. He turned to look at the little red-haired zombie in the back seat.
The little red-haired zombie grinned at him and called him with a sweet voice.
"dad!"
Huo Chenling: "..."
Huo Chenling rubbed his forehead: "Young general, I am not your father!"
The little red-haired zombie looked at Zai Zai sitting next to him, and then at Huo Chenling.
"yes!"
Huo Chenling: "..."
The little red-haired zombie explained in a childish voice: "Xiaojiang... likes Zaizai. Dad... is Zaizai's father, and is... Xiaojiang's... father."
Huo Chenling: "..."
He doesn't want to be his father, and this little zombie doesn't have to let him be his father. It's all because of Zaizai!
Huo Chenling held the steering wheel and took a deep breath.
Zaizai looked at it and hurriedly came over to give daddy a smack on his face.
"Dad, are we going home now?"
The precious daughter took the initiative to kiss her, and Huo Chenling's mood improved a lot.
He glanced at the little red-haired zombie through the rearview mirror: "Let's go to the barber shop."
Zaizai touched his soft hair, which was not long, and quickly covered it.
"Dad, Zai Zai's hair cannot be cut."
What if her power to cut her hair is damaged and she cannot return to the underworld?
She may not be able to defeat bad ghosts!
Huo Chenling's mouth twitched when he thought of his baby girl's bald appearance before, and he quickly touched his baby girl's little head.
"Don't worry Zaizai, I'm not cutting Zaizai's hair, I'm cutting it for Xiaojiang."
When the little red-haired zombie heard about the haircut, his pupils widened and he subconsciously shrank back.
"No... you need to cut... your hair!"
Huo Chenling chuckled: "Then go back to where you came from!"
Little red-haired zombie: "..."
If he cuts his hair, will his father beat him to death if he finds out?
But if he doesn't cut his hair, this father doesn't want him now.
The little red-haired zombie was frozen in the back seat. Zaizai looked at his dad and then at the little red-haired zombie.
"Brother Xiaojiang, you are a boy. Very few boys nowadays have such long hair."
The little red-haired zombie hesitated.
Zaizai kept up his efforts: "Look at the little boys in our kindergarten, do they not have long hair?"
The little red-haired zombie thought about it carefully and realized that it was true.
But my father said that the hair and skin of the body are influenced by the parents.
Can't cut!
Zaizai pursed her little mouth and asked him softly: "Then where do you want to go back and forth?"
The little red-haired zombie shook his head without hesitation: "No!"
Zaizai turned around and asked his dad: "Dad, was it Teacher Sun who asked Junior Brother to cut his hair?"
His daughter was smart, so Dad Huo had a rare smile on his face and hummed softly.
"He is a boy! Since he was unearthed, he must respect the rules of the society after he was unearthed! Otherwise... go back to the earth!"
Before the little red-haired zombie could speak, Huo Chenling added another sentence.
"Once the coffin board is closed, no one cares whether he can grow his hair as long as he wants."
The little red-haired zombie lowered his head in frustration: "No... don't... go back. General, cut... your hair."
The best thing to do is to bask in the moonlight more before seeing his father. When his strength comes up, his hair will grow as long as he wants.
If it doesn't work, when you see your father, try to use strength to adjust the length of your hair. You shouldn't be able to tell, right?
After the little red-haired zombie decided to cut his hair, Huo Chenling took the two little ones and drove to his usual barber shop.
As soon as they entered the lobby on the first floor of the barber shop, the two little ones were stopped.
"Zai Zai, young general, do you want to get your hair cut too?"
Zaizai and the little red-haired zombie looked up and saw kid Wang Zihao.
Bai Qian was talking to a teacher named Tony. When she heard her son calling someone, she subconsciously turned her head and looked over.
"Shen Ling?"
Without even looking at him, Huo Chenling took Zaizai and the little red-haired zombie straight to the second floor.
Bai Qian tried out a color for her youngest son. When Wang Zihao saw this, he quickly ran over and grabbed Zaizai's hand.
"Zai Zai, let's play together."
Zaizai does not reject Wang Zihao's child, but he does not like his mother.
"No, Brother Xiaojiang wants to have his hair cut, and Zaizai wants to accompany Brother Xiaojiang to get his hair cut upstairs."
Child Wang Zihao looked up at the second floor: "Then can I go up and get a haircut together?"
Zaizai looked at Wang Zihao's short hair and felt a little puzzled.
"Your hair is already very short. Are you going to go bald if you cut it again?"
Child Wang Zihao touched his little head: "No, mom said my hair has grown, so I need to cut it."
At this point, the child Wang Zihao still felt a little aggrieved.
"Originally, my mother said that she would take me to buy milk tea, but suddenly she said that my hair was too long and that I had to cut it first before I could drink milk tea."
The child Wang Zihao was a little confused: "But I remember I just had my hair cut two days ago."
Having said this, he looked at Zaizai and the little red-haired zombie in confusion.
"Do you also get your hair cut every few days?"
Zaizai: "I don't want to cut my hair!"
Little red-haired zombie: "I... don't like... cutting my hair!"
After saying that, he carefully glanced at the tall and straight Dad Huo: "But...if you don't cut your hair, you can't...go home with Zaizai."
Child Wang Zihao felt that he had found a confidant: "Me too, my mother won't buy milk tea for me until I cut my hair."
Bai Qian came over in high heels and said hello with a smile.
"Shen Ling, what a coincidence. You also brought Zaizai and Xiaojiang to have their hair cut. I also happened to bring Zi Hao to have their hair cut."
Huo Chenling looked extremely cold: "What a coincidence?"
Bai Qian's eyes flashed with a hint of uneasiness, but she still smiled and nodded gently.
"Yes, Shen Ling, I was already here with Zihao when you came."
Huo Chenling stared at her expressionlessly: "But Mrs. Wang's son just said that you originally planned to take him to drink milk tea, but suddenly changed your mind to get a haircut."
Huo Chenling curled his lips coldly: "What a coincidence indeed!"
Bai Qian held the bag with her fingers tightly, trying hard to maintain a gentle smile on her face, but avoiding Huo Chenling's cold eyes.
[Composition: Wang Zihao: Real children are so honest! 】
