The dinner was very rich, nutritious and delicious.

Several people were sitting around the table, the little sapling was as happy as a chicken's blood, and the little short hand was busy non-stop, serving dishes to Gu Junzhu, Ye Xingbei and Ling Yue.

The smile on his face didn't stop throughout the meal. He was chirping while eating, and he was so happy that he felt like he was about to fly.

When he was abroad, he always looked like a teenager...no, he looked like a child.

Many people who met him said he looked like a little adult.

Others envy Ye Xingbei because his child is sensible.

But only Ye Xingbei knew that she did not want her child to become sensible too early.

Just like now, just like an ordinary child, chirping, laughing and growing up happily, the best and the best.

After dinner, one and two children sat on the sofa and played a team battle game.

Ye Xingbei cut the fruit and sat next to them to feed them.

Gu Junzhu and the little guy were used to it. When the fruit was put to their mouths, they opened their mouths consciously and stared at the TV screen without even looking at Ye Xingbei.

Ling Yue was very uncomfortable. Ye Xingbei pierced the fruit with a toothpick and handed it to his lips. He almost jumped up.

Ye Xingbei held his shoulders and said with a smile: "Eat quickly."

Ling Yue said quickly: "Thank you, auntie."

After thanking him somewhat uneasily, he opened his mouth and swallowed the fruit. He sat upright with a reserved face, took the fruit into his mouth and chewed it carefully, looking flattered and at a loss.

Ye Xingbei looked sad.

This child is only eight years old. Judging from his height and young face, he is only six or seven years old, but he already looks like a teenager in every word and action.

It is said that the children of poor people become rich early.

If you can be a little princess or a little prince, who would want to grow up prematurely?

He forced an eight-year-old child to act like a teenager.

It's just that the times are pressing.

For this reason, Ye Xingbei did not want his son to become sensible too early.

He became sensible too early because he was unhappy and had to become sensible early and protect himself.

Only children who don’t have to think about anything or worry about anything are qualified to have a carefree and heartless childhood.

After playing until about nine o'clock, the little guy became very sleepy and yawned one after another.

Watching them finish a game, Ye Xingbei took him into his arms, kissed him, and patted his little butt, "We can't play today. We'll play again tomorrow. It's time to go to bed."

"Well," the little guy nodded obediently and looked at Ling Yue: "Brother Xiao Yue will come to our house tomorrow!"

"Okay!" Ye Xingbei agreed, "I told Brother Xiaoyue's mother to let Brother Xiaoyue stay in our house for a while."

She had thought about it just now when the two adults and one child were playing games.

Tomorrow she would call Ling Yue's stepmother and tell her that Ling Yue would recuperate at her home.

After Ling Yue's injuries healed, she would let Ling Yue go home.

According to Ling Yue's stepmother's cold attitude yesterday, Ling Yue's stepmother would definitely not object.

When the time comes, she will keep Ling Yue by her side. When her parents come to pick her up, she will return Ling Yue to them.

The little guy heard his mother say that Ling Yue could go home with him tomorrow, and his little feet clicked with joy.

After being happy for a while, he felt sad again.

Who will he sleep with tonight?
Chapter completed!