As Mr. Bo said, a quiet mind will not lose its sweetness.
I heard that he has an extraordinary memory. He can basically remember things he has read and listened to.
only……
"dad……"
Xiao Jingjing murmured, her milky voice still without any emotion.
But in Lu Yan's ears, that only sound, that long drawn-out ending, was like two soft thin ribbons, gently and softly wrapped around the tip of Lu Yan's heart.
Put it on the baby and tighten it slowly.
A hot discussion boiled in his chest.
His eyes, which had always been cold and deep, became filled with a thick soft light as the child called.
"Be quiet, daddy, okay? I'll see you tonight. On the weekend... daddy will take you to the amusement park, okay?"
The mellow voice was intoxicated with the joy of becoming a father for the first time, slightly hoarse, but gentle enough.
"Play...dad...play...mommy..."
A touch of comfort flashed across his eyes.
Lu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a quiet look appeared in his mind.
"Yes, Dad and Mommy, would you like to take you and your brother out to play together? Go ride the bumper cars, the merry-go-round, the Ferris wheel..."
On the other side, she bit her pink lips quietly and listened quietly.
The expression on his face was as indifferent as ever.
But the hands holding the mobile phone, which was obviously too big for him, trembled slightly.
"good."
Father and son communicated for a long time.
Although most of the time, Lu Yan, who usually cherishes words like gold, is speaking and listening quietly, but this does not affect the conversation between father and son.
At least, you can let Jingjing talk more.
"Jingjing, aren't there any adults around you? Where is mommy?"
Lu Yan, who hadn't heard anything for a long time, suddenly asked.
At the same time, I listened to the phone with another ear.
But there was no movement over there.
Quietly fell into silence.
He slowly turned his head and looked around.
His little brows were furrowed tightly, and a knot was almost forming between his brows.
But those little hands still held the phone, slowly opened their mouths, murmured for a long time, and then answered calmly: "Once... Grandpa... is looking for... looking for... Mommy..."
"Quietly, Grandpa Zeng, are you talking to Mommy?"
"……Um."
She nodded quietly and relaxed her frown slightly.
It seemed that Lu Yan breathed a sigh of relief because he understood what he meant.
"So, Jingjing called dad quietly?"
Hearing this, the cute baby hesitated and nodded heavily.
Then he said "hmm" again.
But this time, before Lu Yan could speak, Jingjing suddenly heard a knock on the door.
It was also accompanied by Bo Jinghan's voice.
"Jingjing? Jingjing, are you in there!"
The door is open.
Mengbao held the phone quietly, looked at Bo Jinghan standing at the door, opened her mouth slightly, and seemed a little surprised.
But soon it started to stir slowly again, mumbling on the phone.
"Dad, Mommy...come on..."
Looking at his son, Bo Jinghan's dark pupils narrowed slightly.
She walked in quickly and knelt down to keep eye level with her son.
"Jingjing, who are you calling?"
Asking in a low voice, Bao Jinghan reached out and touched the child's black hair, staring into the little guy's extremely beautiful but emotionless eyes.
A touch of sourness came to my heart.
She sniffed unconsciously, but her eyes and eyebrows were full of maternal tenderness.
At this time, he quietly and slowly handed the mobile phone in his hand to her.
