"...Hello host, hello everyone, well, I'm our reporter Situ Yueyan, and now I'm here in an earthquake-prone area..."
Before Situ Yueyan could finish his report, an eight-magnitude earthquake hit the scene inexplicably, and the house next to him collapsed...
What a tragedy. He was so dedicated that he died. An Yueyan swore that he would never do such a dangerous profession again in his next life...
When I woke up, I didn’t know what era I was in. There was still a pink and tender little boy guarding me.
A pair of big eyes staring at me, so innocent and cute
"Hey, Mom, wake up..."
What?
mom?
The confused Situ Yueyan was startled, when did he, a saint who had never failed for centuries, have such a big baby?
Oh my God, she is so busy that she hasn't even started a relationship yet. How could she possibly have a child?
Could this kid be lying to her?
"Who is your mother? I am a special reporter from xx TV station. If you dare to scream again, I will be careful to expose you!"
reporter?
Recalling this identity, Situ Yueyan suddenly realized that he had died gloriously in the earthquake long ago.
Then how come you are here now?
Could it be that since I have traveled through time, I will not have such good luck? Think about the difference between this and running into Einstein!
The little boy looked bored, and gradually picked up a can of milk from the exquisite red sandalwood table in the distance, and poured it gently into the glass cup.
Situ Yueyan thought in a blink of an eye, this was actually quite good. He picked up a son for nothing, which saved him the trouble of being pregnant for ten months.
"Oh, you...that...milk..."
Situ Yueyan pointed to the milk in the little boy's hand and scratched his scalp in embarrassment. In fact, his stomach was already rumbling non-stop.
However, the little boy pouted and replied disdainfully: "If you want milk, go pour it yourself and don't bother me!"
What?
Don't bother him?
What kind of bad kid is so ill-behaved?
The more Situ Yueyan thought about it, the more aggrieved he became. What kind of geniuses did other people have when they traveled through time? My own was just a rebellious maniac. Damn it, how could I be so tragic?
For God's sake, I might as well give her a set of cups!
"What's your name?"
It was okay not to ask this question, but as soon as he asked it, the child became angry and poured the milk into the trash can angrily.
"Mom, I know, you don't want me now that you have a new boyfriend, right? Doesn't it matter that he paid for the apartment? Mom, I want to get my dad back! I don't want to stay here anymore!