The faces of the fathers who had been severely stabbed became darker than the other!
A father was unwilling to give in and asked his two-and-a-half-year-old son.
"Why is it OK to send it to dad, but not mom or grandparents?"
Two-and-a-half-year-old little girl: "Mom, grandparents, and grandparents stay with me every day. Dad is not at home every day. I won't be so sad if I give him away."
dad:"……"
The other five dads: "..."
Huo Chenhui also thought about himself, and secretly decided that he must spend more time with his children in the future, lest his son want to send him away one day.
At Huo Chenhui's insistence, the six fathers finally reported their best projects one by one, and then asked Huo Chenhui to be Party A's father.
Huo Chenhui knew that they felt sorry, so he had no choice but to agree with a smile. He thought that Zaizai was going to be hungry, so he took Zaizai and his youngest son away.
The other six milk dumplings were reluctant to leave.
When the fathers saw this, they stretched out their big hands one by one and covered the little mouths of their babies.
"Let's go, daddy will take you to buy something delicious!"
"Dad takes you to buy toys!"
…
There is a restaurant on the top floor of the shopping mall. Huo Chenhui took the two little ones straight to the top floor and told Butler Luo that they were eating out tonight. There was no need to prepare their dinner, but he had to prepare Zaizai's midnight snack.
After the phone call, the top floor arrived.
When one kid and one kid got out of the elevator, their attention was immediately drawn to the sight behind a wooden door.
Because his youngest son couldn't eat, Huo Chenhui had to ask Zaizai.
"What do you want to eat Zaizai?"
Zaizai looked away at the wooden door in the distance, smiling cutely.
"Uncle, even Zaizai wants to eat it."
Huo Chenhui couldn't help laughing: "Okay, then we want a private room. I'll send you to the private room first."
The two little ones were very good: "Okay."
Zaizai pointed to the wooden door he was looking at just now: "Uncle, can we go there?"
Huo Chenhui asked the waiter, and after confirming that the private room Zaizai pointed to was occupied and no one was next door, he took the two little ones to the unoccupied private room.
When Huo Chenhui went out to get food, there was suddenly an extra person in the private room where there were only Zaizai and the little zombie Jiang Siheng.
Jiang Yuan followed him, hoping that his son would show up again when he was alone, but his son and Ming Zaizai were too clingy and were together from beginning to end.
He had no choice but to walk through the wall immediately while Huo Chenhui was not here.
"Xiao Heng."
Because Jiang Yuan did not hide his aura in the private room before, Zaizai and the little zombie Jiang Siheng found him as soon as they reached the top floor. At this time, neither of them were surprised.
There is milk prepared in the private room, and Jiang Siheng, the little zombie, is pouring it for Zaizai.
When the zombie father calls him, Siheng, the little zombie, pouts his little mouth.
"I...won't...go back."
Jiang Yuan's mouth twitched when he saw his son pouring milk for Emperor Fengdu's daughter.
Then I saw half of the little tiger tooth missing on the right side when my son was talking, and the corners of his mouth twitched even more.
He held back his temper and tried to speak gently.
He rarely speaks so gently, so his face looks a little stiff.
"Xiao Heng, listen to dad's explanation. Dad really didn't want you. There must be a misunderstanding."
Jiang Siheng's little zombie was only four years old when he died. It was also because of the influence of his childhood living environment that he matured earlier than ordinary four-year-old children.
But after all, he is still a four-year-old child. What he remembers most deeply is the things he said before. As for the other things... he doesn't understand or know.
He has his own obsession.
"After explaining... can I... still have my own... mother?"
For him, life after his mother's death was more difficult than when his mother was alive.
Jiang Yuan: "..."
His own son would give him too many problems.
The son's biological mother has been dead for thousands of years, and she may be reincarnated for countless lifetimes. How can we help the son find her biological mother?
But in order to coax his son, Jiang Yuan nodded subconsciously.
"able!"
Zaizai turned his head to look at Jiang Yuan, he was so fierce.
"Bad uncle, you are lying!"
Zaizai looked at the little zombie Jiang Siheng again: "Brother Xiaojiang, even if you find your mother from the underworld, she has been reincarnated, and she is not your mother anymore. She may already be the mother of other children."
Jiang Siheng little zombie: "..."
Jiang Yuan, who adopts a curved policy to pick up babies, said with a dark face: "Ming Zaizai, shut up!"
Siheng's little zombie stood up from the ground and glared at him.
"Don't allow... you... fierce bastard!"
Jiang Yuan: "..."
Jiang Siheng little zombie: "You are evil!"
Jiang Yuan: "..."
Jiang Yuan wanted to explain to his son again that he really didn't want him, but that he was delayed when he met Emperor Fengdu.
But seeing Ming Zaizai next to him, he felt that if he dared to speak ill of Emperor Fengdu, Ming Zaizai would definitely blow up the situation. His own son was now... completely on Ming Zaizai's side.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yuan felt aggrieved and couldn't say anything.
But thinking about Ming Zaizai's love for food, Jiang Yuan had another idea.
"Ming Zaizai, your uncle can't get much food by himself. Do you want to help get some?"
When Zaizai thought it was true, he immediately slipped down from the chair and walked towards the door.
Seeing this, the little zombie Jiang Siheng also followed him.
"Zai Zai, wait...wait for me."
Jiang Yuan was anxious: "Xiao Heng, dad has something to tell you."
Jiang Siheng, little zombie: "Then you... go out with us, take... take... and talk... at the same time!"
Jiang Yuan: "..."
Then what was his purpose in sending Ming Zai Zai out?
Jiang Yuan softened his voice, he was truly a strong man and gentle.
"Xiao Heng, Dad wants to tell you alone. Dad misses you very much."
The little zombie Siheng walked a few steps and suddenly stopped.
As soon as Jiang Yuan saw that there was something going on, he kept up his efforts and coaxed him to talk with his voice.
"Xiao Heng, what dad said is true. Dad has been looking for you for thousands of years."
Zaizai turned to look at them and saw that the little zombie Jiang Siheng was hesitant, so he spoke softly.
"Brother Xiaojiang, that Zaizai goes first."
Jiang Siheng's little zombie was a little anxious, but still didn't follow him.
"Okay, Zai Zai... I'll... be here in a moment."
Jiang Yuan: "..."
So sticky!
Hold it!
His biological son was just young and was bewitched by Emperor Fengdu and his daughter.
It’s not too late to teach now.
As soon as Zaizai left, Jiang Yuan bent down and subconsciously wanted to hug his son.
After all, the last time Zaizai kissed him, the soft and fragrant feeling was very good, and he had been thinking about it for a long time.
My own son also has small breasts, so he would be so cute if he kissed and hugged him.
The little zombie Jiang Siheng took two steps back warily, stumbling to talk to him.
"You... don't... come here!"
Jiang Yuan was heartbroken: "...Okay."
The little zombie Jiang Siheng tried his best to recall the scenes of children asking their families for gifts that he had seen since he was unearthed. It was a mess.
He didn't know the zombie dad at all, but that didn't stop him from being smart enough to know that the zombie dad wouldn't beat him now.
So I became bolder.
"Dad, can I... give your... coffin planks... to the current... dad?"
