Yang Yang, who always loved to stay in bed, got up from the bed with excitement when the servant said that the second young master was back.
With such a small body, he didn't even bother to put on clothes, so he rushed out of the bedroom with his slippers on.
Even Bella, who was lazing by the door, seemed to smell an unusual smell. She immediately stood up, twisted her buttocks, and ran up after Yangyang.
"Ah, hey, dad, dad, dad, dad..."
As Yangyang ran, he gradually raised his voice and shouted.
The high-pitched and excited children's voice sounded like a string of silver bells in the Qi family's mansion.
Bella followed behind, shouting "Wang, Wangwang, Wangwangwang..." as if she was infected.
During the days when she was with Yangyang, although Bella always fought and fought with him, in the end, the two little guys would always make peace with each other in a strange way.
Qi Yemo pushed the wheelchair out of his father's study, but before he could turn—
Boom~.
A small, soft and fleshy thing, like a small whirlwind, suddenly rushed over...
"Dad, dad, dad, dad..." Yangyang grinned, hugging Qi Yemo's plaster leg tightly with his little body, raising his little head, smiling brightly.
The little mouth cooed, as if he was addicted to calling daddy.
Qi Yemo frowned subconsciously and glanced at the mass of flesh beside his legs.
This kid was actually able to wear a pair of designer pajamas into a crumpled hemp ball, with an uncombed chicken coop on his head, and ran over with his slippers on, and one of his slippers even flew away on the way.
Is this still the son he remembered in the past who paid attention to every detail to the extreme?
Since the last time he had a big fight with this kid over Bella's stupid dog and the kid ran away, Qin Huo told him that he would be brought back that night.
He knew that children were just children after all, just having a little temper.
Unexpectedly, it was a blessing not to see him, but when he saw him, his face became darker and darker.
"Qi, Si, Chen!" One word came out of his lips.
"Hehe..." Yangyang kept giggling, not knowing what Qi Yemo was thinking. He opened his big clear eyes and blinked up at the tall and burly strange man in front of him.
Yangyang had seen him in the photo, and the servant said that this was Chenchen's father.
"Dad..." Yangyang yelled, and his little body climbed up from his plaster leg like a little monkey.
The dirty soles stepped on his white trouser legs very unceremoniously, leaving cute little black footprints one after another.
A certain mysophobic man's face turned dark.
"Qi Sichen, what the hell are you going to do!" He looked down at his son who was leaning into his arms like a little dog. In his memory, this boy seemed to have never done such an outrageous move.
"Hehe...Dad..." Yangyang used his proud clinging skills and climbed up Qi Yemo's lap in a few moments, threw himself into Qi Yemo's arms, and then——
"Wow..." The little guy burst into tears without any warning.
Qi Yemo was stunned for a while.
The anger was instantly extinguished by the inexplicable cry of this little guy.
The little guy's cries attracted many servants to watch, but after the lesson learned last time, no one dared to mess with the father and son this time.
"Woah, woah, woah..." Yangyang's cry was like a flood, a surging river, continuous and out of control...
Qi Yemo stared at his son who was crying in his arms.
A hint of bewilderment and confusion gradually appeared on that handsome face that had always been calm...