It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when Lu Chenxu drove home, and the three little girls were already asleep.
Mother Lu accompanied Mrs. Lu for a massage in the room.
Father Lu said that he had an appointment with an old classmate to go out for a ride, and it would probably take several days before he could come back.
Mo Zizhong accompanied Mo Xiaodie in the living room, watching boring cartoons and waiting for him.
Seeing him coming in, Mo Xiaodie hurriedly greeted him with a concerned look on her face: "Why so late? Have you eaten?"
Listening to her concerned words, Lu Chenxu felt warm in his heart. He hugged her into his arms and whispered in her ear: "Not yet! I missed you, so I came back in a hurry."
Mo Xiaodie blushed and pushed him away: "Zizhong is still here! I cooked porridge to nourish your stomach, and I will go and serve it to you."
Only then did Lu Chenxu see his son watching TV on the sofa.
He walked over and said, "Dabao, are you still awake?"
Mo Zizhong rolled his eyes at him: "Dad, it's not good for you and your mother to come back so late before the official wedding ceremony!"
He looks like a little adult.
"You kid! You are a little kid." Lu Chenxu couldn't help but rub his little head.
Mo Zizhong glanced at Mo Xiaodie in the kitchen and asked in a low voice: "Dad, where have you been when you come back so late?"
"I work overtime at the company!" He answered matter-of-factly. As a father, there are many things he doesn't want his children to know.
Mo Zizhong glared: "Dad, you are lying. You and Uncle Li left the company around seven o'clock in the evening."
Lu Chenxu looked at his son with a surprised look on his face: "You, how do you know?"
After saying that, he suddenly remembered what Li Mingcheng said. His son often hacked into their company's monitoring system.
Could it be that this kid has just hacked into their company's surveillance system?
Mo Zizhong raised his little face and threatened him: "Dad, you'd better stop playing tricks. All the monitoring systems in Yucheng are a piece of cake for me."
"Okay, dad knows." Lu Chenxu sighed while holding his forehead.
Sometimes the son is too smart, which may not be a good thing.
He had just been threatened by the two boys Long Bai and Long Qian in the morning, and was lectured like this by Zizhong when he got home in the evening. Wasn't he a bit too frustrated and a failure as a father?
"Dad, aren't you telling the truth?" Mo Zizhong looked serious.
Lu Chenxu glanced at the kitchen, leaned into his ear and whispered, "You go back to your room first. I'll discuss something with you after dinner."
"Have you done anything to feel sorry for Mommy?"
"No, Dabao, be obedient and go back first. Dad will explain it to you later."
Lu Chenxu finally believed Li Mingcheng's words now, and there was nothing he could hide from his smart son.
As a father, it feels really uncomfortable to be crushed by his son again and again.
"Okay, I'll give you fifteen minutes." Mo Zizhong glanced at him suspiciously, then got up and went upstairs obediently.
When Mo Xiaodie heated up the food and brought it out, she didn't see Mo Zizhong and was a little confused: "Is Dabao going to bed?"
Lu Chenxu hugged her from behind and buried his head in her neck and shoulders, his tone full of grievance and depression: "Wife, tell me, these children are obviously premature babies, why are they so smart!"
Mo Xiaodie reached out and rubbed the top of his head: "Who can you blame? Who made your genes too powerful and too smart!"
"I don't. In front of them, my father is simply a retard." He said in an angry voice, and the aggrieved words in his words made Mo Xiaodie couldn't help laughing.