Under Yi Yao's confusion, Wei Heng only said "malnutrition" and then threw a piece of chicken leg into the opponent's bowl.
Looking at the greasy things in the bowl, Yi Yao felt nauseated in his stomach, and his face wrinkled into a bun, obviously feeling extremely uncomfortable.
"Can I not eat this?"
After hearing Yi Yao's plea, Wei Heng refused without saying a word: "If you don't want to eat, my son has to eat."
Buzz!
Yi Yao's ears instantly felt hot. Why did this sentence sound so ambiguous!
In order to divert his attention, Yi Yao quickly lowered his head and ate the chicken in the bowl.
After seeing Yi Yao's actions, Wei Heng said coldly, "Don't think about things that don't belong to you. In my eyes, you are just the mother of my child."
When Wei Heng said this, Yi Yao suddenly lost his temper, turned his face, and immediately retorted.
"I have never expected anything extravagantly. Please don't use the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman."
When it was rare to see Yi Yao show his teeth and claws, Wei Heng was a little surprised and raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's best this way."
"snort!"
Because Yi Yao was angry, she simply stopped talking to Wei Heng, who misunderstood her, and turned her grief and anger into appetite.
Seeing this, Wei Heng's lips inadvertently revealed a smile that even he himself had not noticed.
This dish tastes really good.
At the end of the meal, Yi Yao yawned, with two tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, and he was not in good spirits.
Perhaps because of her pregnancy, she had been feeling sleepy almost all the time recently.
I also felt that I had regained some strength, and after saying hello to Wei Heng, I slowly went upstairs.
After touching the pillow, Yi Yao quickly fell asleep and played chess with Duke Zhou.
The night was dark, the bedroom door was gently opened, and a tall black figure appeared at the head of Yi Yao's bed.
Wei Heng stared at Yi Yao with his deep eyes, watching as the other person kicked off the quilt and helped cover it up.
No one else has ever been treated like Yi Yao.
After ensuring that Yi Yao was safe and sound, Wei Heng quietly left without a trace.
The next day.
Yi Yao received the news from Roland and asked her to continue resting at home. She knew that it must be Wei Heng's idea.
She was bored in every way, so she simply bought some gadgets online and started making handicrafts. Anyway, she always liked these things.
Just at this moment, Han Shaoqing's appearance made her extremely surprised, "Why did you come here?"
Facing the inquiry, Han Shaoqing muttered in a low voice, "I don't want to come either, there's nothing we can do about it!"
"What did you say?" Yi Yao didn't hear clearly and tilted his head, wondering.
Han Shaoqing changed his tone again, "Haha, I heard that you were sick, so I came here to take a look."
"That's it." Yi Yao nodded clearly, "But who did you listen to?"
Such a direct question made Han Shaoqing a little unable to react, and his answer was even more hesitant.
"Roland, yes, I will go to Evernight Capital to find you and listen to what she says."
Hearing this, Yi Yao was moved and said, "Thank you for still thinking of me. Then come in and sit."
Just after saying that, Yi Yao looked back and saw that Han Shaoqing was absent-minded and didn't know what he was thinking about.
Mistakenly thinking that Han Shaoqing was worried about Wei Heng being at home, he quickly explained: "I'm the only one today, you don't have to be afraid."
"Fear?"
Han Shaoqing felt as if someone had stepped on his tail, and his hair suddenly exploded, "What a joke, you are insulting me, please apologize to me."
Thinking of him as the dignified young master of the Han family, the light of justice, there is never a word like "fear" in the dictionary.
Suddenly, there was a sound of car horns coming from behind, and Han Shaoqing was so frightened that he immediately jumped behind Yi Yao.
Nearly 1.9 meters tall, he was hiding behind a petite woman, curled up, and only the tip of his head was exposed.
He stared straight at the door, his breathing froze a lot, and he didn't dare to make a sound.
Seeing Han Shaoqing's thoughts, Yi Yao smiled helplessly, "Don't worry, it's not Wei Heng, don't be nervous."
After Yi Yao said this, Han Shaoqing straightened up and straightened his clothes seriously.
"Tch, who said I was nervous?" Han Shaoqing patted his chest, "Master, I just wanted to see your reaction on the spot. Please apologize to me."
"sorry."
Yi Yao felt that this Han Shaoqing must have been sent by God to make people laugh. What a waste of such a handsome face.
After getting a satisfactory result, Han Shaoqing finally revealed the matter and looked at the table in front of Yi Yao, puzzled.
"What are all these things?"
Yi Yao explained: "What do you think of some handmade dolls I made? They are cute, aren't they?"
"Cute." Han Shaoqing nodded repeatedly, "otherwise, you can give me one and keep it on my phone."
"No problem, just take whatever you like." Yi Yao was generous and generous. They were all inconspicuous things. Naturally, she would not be stingy enough to refuse.
So, Han Shaoqing made his request, "I don't want these, I want to customize one in front of you."
"Customized?" Yi Yao suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. Could it be...
Han Shaoqing clapped his hands suddenly, "Yes, I want you to help me become an Ultraman. Only he can be worthy of a messenger of justice like me."
As she expected, the corner of Yi Yao's mouth twitched, Han Shaoqing really couldn't do without Ultraman no matter what.
I don’t know what kind of things he has been exposed to since he was a child. To be so middle-class is really inconsistent with his identity.
But Yi Yao still agreed, "No problem, just wait for me for a while, and I'll do it for you right now."
After finishing speaking, Yi Yao took out the tools with skillful movements and quick hands and feet. After a while, the finished product appeared in front of him.
"How's it going? Do you like it?" Yi Yao pointed at the Ultraman doll and asked.
Han Shaoqing was like a cat seeing a mouse, his eyes were shining, "I like it, I like it so much."
While talking, Han Shaoqing felt as if he had found a treasure, holding the doll in his hands, "It's so lifelike."
Looking at Han Shaoqing's exaggerated appearance, Yi Yao couldn't help laughing, covering her mouth with her hand, "Hey, you can also speak idioms."
Hearing this, Han Shaoqing frowned and said, "Tsk, I hate it. Could it be that in your mind, I am just an uneducated person?"
"That's not the case, you just look a little stupid." Yi Yao said seriously.
Han Shaoqing bared his teeth and claws, indignant. After a moment, he returned to his original state, "Forget it, I won't argue with you."
After saying that, Han Shaoqing focused on his Ultraman again, as if his eyes were covered with brown candies.
The words on the side couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh, this silly boy is the source of her happiness, and her depressed mood has improved a lot.
In the next period of time, Han Shaoqing stuck to Yi Yao and made him many dolls that he liked.