"Don't you want to be Lele's father? This is the only way to become a father." Su Zhiyu said deliberately. Ling Zhenfei closed his eyes in pain, pinched a corner, and sighed, "Being a father is really not easy..."
If I had known earlier, I would not have taken on this hard job, but in the end, I was still the one suffering. This woman, Su Zhiyu, is really a good business person!
Su Zhiyu laughed. He had a young mind after all, so he probably couldn't hold on for long. She picked up Lele, and he giggled at her. The child liked to smile at her, and what pleased her most was that Lele didn't seem to
She suffered some damage due to the fatigue during that period. She was healthy when she was born, and her cries were much louder than others.
The arrival of Lele made Su Zhiyu immersed in happiness. Everything in the past seemed to gradually fade away, leaving only the peace and joy of the present.
What surprised Su Zhiyu was that Ling Zhenfei looked young but very responsible. Ever since that day he said he would take care of their mother and son, he did what he said. Not only was he meticulous about her, but he also loved Lele very much.
Plus, Su Zhiyu sometimes feels ashamed of himself.
A year and a half passed in the blink of an eye. Lele could already walk and talk. But the strange thing was that Ling Zhenfei and Su Zhiyu usually talked little and often bickered and acted mean. Lele spoke in an old-fashioned way and often had a stern face.
.I don’t know who inherited it.
"Yu'er, I'm back!" Ling Zhenfei shouted from a distance.
Su Zhiyu stood up to greet him, and saw Lele sitting on Ling Zhenfei's shoulder, awkwardly holding a small windmill. Su Zhiyu took Lele from Ling Zhenfei's shoulder. Ling Zhenfei has been practicing martial arts for many years, and even if he can resist a sandbag for a day, he doesn't think it's a big deal.
.
As soon as Lele saw Su Zhiyu, she couldn't wait to hand the windmill in her hand to her. When Ling Zhenfei saw it, he immediately jumped over and brought his face very close, deliberately saying with a tigerish face, "Lele, don't you like windmills?"
"Lele doesn't like it." Lele folded his arms and looked at Ling Zhenfei with a tigerish face. The two just looked at each other.
"No, I have to say that Lele likes this windmill very much! Because dad loved to play with windmills when he was a child!"
"Feifei..." Lele thought for a long time and finally choked out two words, "Childish!"
Ling Zhenfei clutched his chest and took two steps back, almost vomiting blood. He pulled on Su Zhiyu's sleeve and said coquettishly, "It's all you who keep saying I'm naive. Now our son has learned the lesson! Tell your son, his daddy
Not childish.”
"I can't teach my son to lie." Su Zhiyu made a face, holding Lele and sitting on the children's chair beside the table. This chair was a sketch she had drawn, because Su Zhiyu's paintings were better than the painter in the palace.
It needed to be abstract, so the craftsman spent a lot of effort to make it. Unfortunately, a stroller was more difficult, so she only ordered a cradle.
Lele's favorite thing is the cradle. There are many lifelike animals carved around it, and the surroundings are arranged like a small forest.
The three of them sat down at the table. Ling Zhenfei ate the food cooked by Su Zhiyu and praised him, "Yu'er, your cooking skills have improved a lot. I still remember that the first time I ate it, I almost pulled out my intestines.
.Now it’s just a slight stomachache.”
Su Zhiyu knocked on his head, rolled his eyes at him and muttered, "We are eating, don't say such disgusting things."