Although he had never fed a child before, Geng Geng was very sensible and Yan Qing fed him easily.
She felt a burning gaze falling on her, which she couldn't ignore.
He raised his head and met Huo Maocheng's eyes.
The man's eyes were deep and fiery. The 1.9-meter tall man was sitting on her small white sofa, which seemed a bit out of place.
Yan Qing's chest shook with intense gaze, and his heart beat faster and faster.
To be stared at by such a handsome, young and promising man like this, it would be abnormal not to be moved.
"Well……"
Because they met her eyes, it was difficult to pretend not to notice. Although it was a bit embarrassing, Yan Qing still wanted to be polite.
"Mr. Huo, you should have had your meal..."
"No." Huo Maocheng replied.
Because the reply came in seconds, Yan Qing's original words of "I won't invite you after you've had dinner" were swallowed back.
Choking for a moment, he said, "Then... how about eating something?"
"good."
"..."
There's something wrong with the style of painting.
Before she could recover from her confusion, Huo Maocheng had already walked over, pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down.
After a moment of silence, he still pushed the portion of rice and disposable chopsticks he originally ordered to Jiang Yuan, and the three of them sat together in an awkward position.
Seeing his biological father being so shameless, Bao Zi had a bulging face and his face was full of disbelief.
That little look seemed to say: Why didn't I realize you were so thick-skinned before?
Dad opened the lid of the lunch box and ate, ignoring Zai.
Seeing that his father was ignoring him, Geng Geng started to look for trouble. Huo Changcheng's chopsticks fell into a box of black pepper beef, and he picked up a piece before Geng Geng knocked it off with a spoon.
Looking up, I saw the little guy was very protective of his food and said, "Mine."
After saying that, he stared at him very warily.
"..." Huo Maocheng didn't say anything. He silently picked up the piece of meat that had been knocked off just now. Instead of eating it himself, he put it on his little spoon.
Geng Geng held the spoon and was about to hit Huo Changcheng's chopsticks, but he was a step slower and was stunned when he saw the piece of meat in his spoon.
"Get it." Huo Maocheng's voice was low.
After hearing what his biological father said, the little bun puffed up his cheeks and tried to show his temper again: "I don't want you..." No matter.
"If you want to show your worst side in front of your sister, just say so." Huo Maocheng calmly interrupted the angry Baozi.
Huo Maocheng had already figured out his son's temper.
"..." Sure enough, Geng Geng was so worried that he glanced at Yan Qing, with obvious confusion on his face.
After struggling for a few seconds, he still grabbed his spoon and ate the meat, taking a big bite.
Seeing the strange relationship between father and son, Yan Qing couldn't help but laugh. Halfway through laughing, he realized he was stunned.
At first, they just couldn't stand watching their children being abducted by human traffickers. It had only been a few hours, but they... were already sitting together to eat?
After eating, Geng Geng refused to leave, so Yan Qing could only take him to take a shower.
The little one was so well-behaved when in front of her, letting her reach out her hand and raising her head.
It was my first time to give my child a bath, and my movements were very unfamiliar. When I tried to pull his hair, my nails didn’t hold my strength, and the little guy didn’t make any sound.
There were no clothes for the child at home, so Yan Qing could only find a slightly long long-sleeved top of his own and wear it like a skirt on the child. There were no clean pants, so he had to wear Yan Qing's clothes first.
Just after taking a bath, the little guy's body was tender and plump, and his fair skin was slightly pink. Yan Qing hugged him, and he obediently hugged Yan Qing's neck, a little shy.
The doorbell rang. Yan Qing was holding her child and couldn't move to open the door. Huo Maocheng went to open it in person. It was his assistant Sheng Zhou.
He gave the paper bag to Huo Maancheng and left.
After closing the door, Huo Maocheng came in carrying the paper bag. He happened to see Geng Geng sticking to Yan Qing's body, and he almost had to use strong glue to glue it on.
It looks awkward no matter how you look at it.
Yan Qing saw the paper bag in Huo Maocheng's hand. When she was giving the baby a bath, she said she had no clothes for the child, so Huo Maocheng called the assistant and asked him to go back to Lanshu to get a set of Geng Geng's pajamas and panties.
"Change clothes." Huo Maocheng said.
"..." Wali ignored his father, but looked at Yan Qing eagerly: "Sister, please change."
It means asking Yan Qing to help him change clothes.
"Huo Zhiye." Huo Maocheng called his name lightly: "Don't be clingy like a three-year-old child."
Geng Geng was originally very happy to post messages to his sister Qingqing, but his own father was a person who threw cold water on the scenery.
Yan Qing sat on the sofa, protecting him with one hand and wiping his hair with a towel with the other hand. Geng Geng sat on Yan Qing's lap.
Upon hearing his father's accusation, Geng Geng immediately stretched out his little hand unconvinced, showing three fingers.
"I'm three years old and can be clingy."
"You will be four years old soon." Huo Changcheng retorted.
"There are still three months." Geng Geng replied again.
Age is what it is. Even if he celebrates his fourth birthday tomorrow, he is still three years old today. This must not be tolerated.
Even though he was such a small thing, his thinking and logic was very clear. It reminded Yan Qing that when he first met him, he could calmly and rationally argue in that kind of situation without being brainwashed.
"..." Even Huo Maocheng was choked by his son's clear logic, but he was an adult after all, and he quickly thought of a rebuttal.
"Everyone's calculation of age is different. Some people will be one year older after a year, and some people will be one year older after their birthday. Birthdays are divided into lunar and solar calendars, and the time is different. Some people have false years. statement."
I pulled a bunch of useless stuff earlier just to prepare for the last sentence.
Getting to the point easily, Huo Maocheng continued: "Some people count it as one year old, and some people count it as two years old. We have a good relationship, so we can count you as one year old. You are three years old now, and you will be four years old if you miss one more year. You were also just now As I said, your birthday is coming up in three months, so it makes sense to count you as five years old. If you round up, it makes sense to count you as ten years old."
"So." Huo Maocheng paused and put the paper bag on the coffee table in front of the sofa: "A ten-year-old is considered a big kid, so he can't be clingy."
His dark eyes flickered, and he paused for a second before continuing: "You have to do your own thing, and don't let others change your clothes."
Huo Changcheng had stopped Yan Qing from giving the little thing a bath just now. If he hadn't been acting recklessly and rolling around, he wouldn't have been able to do what he wanted.
"..." How can a son who has lived for more than three years do what his father has lived for more than twenty years? Geng Geng was directly shocked by his father's logical thinking.
He is only three years old, and he still doesn't understand many words, such as false years and so on, but he can still understand them generally.
He is obviously still a three-year-old baby, but after being slapped with a few words by his biological father, he is already ten years old?
The past seven years were too painful, and were written off in just a few words.
