The pink little boy was held in his father's arms. His big black and white eyes looked around curiously. He looked like a naughty boy. From time to time he would twist in his father's arms and think about it, but Nie Chuhang refused to let him go.
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And the little girl, about ten years old, was wearing a beautiful princess dress, holding her mother's hand like a little lady, and looked very well-behaved.
Not only did paparazzi secretly take pictures of them, but some celebrities couldn't help but take pictures of the little boy and girl.
Nie Chengyu is also a frequent visitor here.
The tables here are separated by various special decorations, which seem to protect the body very well, but they don't look as stuffy as the private rooms.
The table Nie Chengyu chose was an elegant seat near the window, separated by a bead curtain.
Nie Ting was finally let go by his father, and he jumped far away from him freely. Then he couldn't stop playing with the bead curtains.
"Xiao Ting, don't use so much force, it will break!"
Su Xingfu is a sensible young lady. She took the initiative to look after her brother and said worriedly.
The waiters who came to take orders couldn't help but look at the two of them frequently.
"It just needs to be broken off!" Nie Ting immediately pulled harder and harder after hearing this.
He was now at a playful age, and Su Xingfu wanted to stop him, but instead he nimbly grabbed two strings of beads and ran in circles, and soon his little hands were pinched together.
The feeling was still very painful. He frowned, opened his mouth, and looked at the adults again.
Mom and dad were ordering food, but uncle seemed to be thinking about something and ignored him.
The only person by his side is his sister.
So he glanced at Lucky longingly, flattened his mouth pitifully, and suddenly burst into tears.
His crying was a bit loud, and everyone immediately looked over.
Su Yutong felt a little distressed, "Xiao Ting, what's wrong?"
"Mommy, Xiao Ting's hand was pinched, let me help him untie it." Su Xingfu said like an adult, then lowered his head and carefully helped his brother untie the bead curtain wrapped around his hand.
It was Nie Chuhang, who frowned and glanced at his son, "Nie Ting."
As soon as Nie Ting heard his father speak, he immediately looked over with a scared look on his face. The person he was most afraid of at home was his father.
Because everyone loves him, if he just opens his voice and howls, everyone will love him as if it kills him.
So Nie Ting has developed such a habit since he was a child.
He likes to fake cry to attract everyone's attention and concern.
Sometimes he doesn't cry fake, his big eyes can shed tears freely.
And with such a precious grandson in the family, naturally no one would think there was anything wrong with it.
After Nie Chuhang discovered his son's problem, he began to correct it all the time. After all, he was still a little man, and it was always wrong to be like this.
He is already over three years old, and he can no longer let his temper go.
Nie Chuhang could be said to have done everything for this child himself. He wanted to educate his son, so naturally no one would have any objections.
So the person Nie Ting fears most is his father.
And especially when dad calls him by his full name...
Fortunately, he got rid of all the bead curtains wrapped around his hands. Nie Ting pouted and walked to his father uneasily, "Dad..."
"What did I say that you forgot again?" Nie Chuhang looked serious.