Chen Xuan's expression was very rich, rising and falling with her story. He was silent for a long time, mumbling like a real child.
"Mommy, that guy is actually quite pitiful, but I still don't like him."
The cold arrogance and indifference in front of outsiders is completely gone.
Qingting likes this side of his son the most. Children should be innocent and bright, with clear emotions and anger.
"Little Shitou likes Daddy, right?"
Chen Xuan nestled in his mother's arms and narrowed his eyes comfortably, "Well, I like it very much. You and your sister are very happy with him here."
It feels good to have a man who dotes on their siblings, cares about them, and is very strict at times. This is their father.
Leng Qirui perfectly fits all his fantasies about his father.
Qingting asked with a smile, "Isn't Little Shitou happy?"
This child's emotions are reserved and calm, and he doesn't know who he looks like.
Well, he should be like Qi Rui, but more stable than Qi Rui.
Perhaps because of the lack of father's love in the past six years, Xiao Shitou is very responsible and positions himself as a protector, taking care of his mother and sister like a little adult.
This made her both happy and distressed.
However, since Qirui appeared, the little guy has obviously changed, and occasionally shows his innocent and cute side.
Chen Xuan's face turned red, and he put his head into Qingting's arms, acting softly and coquettishly.
"Mommy."
Qingting's heart was so soft that she gently touched the child's hair, her heart overflowing with tenderness.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Little Shitou is still a child. Don't frown and think about those troublesome things. You have a daddy and a mommy."
She wanted her son to grow up like a normal child, happy and active every day without any burden.
Chen Xuan raised his head, came over with his red mouth, and kissed Qing Ting on the face.
His childish face was full of determination, "I can also protect you."
Qingting smiled and nodded, "Well, when the little stone grows up, Mommy will be old, and then the little stone will take care of and protect Mommy. Mommy suddenly feels so happy."
Chen Xuan's little hand touched Qingting's face, rubbed it, and gently pulled her hair. His movements were very gentle, "Mommy is not old, she will always be young and beautiful."
Qingting was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear, "Hahaha, good son."
A wave of sleepiness came over her, and she yawned, feeling wet and feeling terribly sleepy.
Chen Xuan patted her back like a little adult, "Mommy, you're tired, go to sleep."
Qingting felt relieved and wanted to praise his son a few words, but before he could think of the words, he fell asleep.
In the dead of night, the yellowish light from the wall lamp shines on the faces of the mother and son, illuminating the warmth of the room.
The next day, Qingting slept until three o'clock in the morning, then slowly got up, turned on her mobile phone, and found several calls on her mobile phone. Only when she answered it did she know that something interesting had happened.
The entire police station system collapsed and was hacked overnight. There were only two butterflies dancing on the screen, accompanied by a song. The picture was quite beautiful.
Qingting didn't think much, just raised her middle finger, admired it with a smile, and then went to find a pair of children. The little girl ran next door to visit her sick grandma.
And Chen Xuan was in the room, with his little hands typing on the computer keyboard, his little face very serious, as if he was doing something serious.
Qingting walked over and took a look, and was stunned by the content on the screen.