The one or two-year-old boy looked up at him, his brows slightly furrowed and his blue eyes clean and beautiful.
He looked at her with a trace of doubt in his blue eyes.
The tears dripping on his forehead slid down from his brow.
Mu Mu hurriedly touched his eyes with his hands, and then stretched out his hand to wipe the little boy's eyes.
"What did you say?"
She knelt down and asked the little boy kindly in English.
"Can you help me pick up the ball?" The little boy pointed to the branch above Mu Mu's head and asked politely.
Mu Mu looked up and looked in the direction of the little boy's finger. A rubber ball with a Spider-Man pattern on it was stuck on a branch, not very high.
She turned around and nodded to the little boy with a smile, "Okay."
As she said that, she stood up, stood on tiptoes, and reached out to hook the ball, but she was still a little short of it.
She was ready to dance the hook.
Suddenly, a big hand stretched out from behind her and easily took out the ball stuck on the branch.
The arm of that hand is white and strong, with a few looming veins, slender fingers and well-defined joints.
Mu Mu turned around in confusion...
My heart suddenly stopped beating.
This is a dream... This is not a dream... This is a dream...
The man looks like a handsome man walking out of a painting, with a tall nose, slightly pursed red lips, and a pair of enchanting peach blossom eyes under his sword-shaped eyebrows...
So beautiful, so familiar, it makes her miss it so much.
Mu Mu gasped, shook his head, smiled, and shook his head again.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and finally I burst into tears.
The man frowned and looked at her suspiciously, as if he were looking at a strange stranger.
Just when Mu Mu opened her arms to hug the person she longed for, the little boy suddenly clapped his hands happily and said, "Dad, you are awesome!"
The man bent down, handed the ball to the little boy, and kissed the little boy's forehead, exactly where Mu Mu's tears had fallen.
"Didn't I tell you not to run around? Mom is worried because she can't find you." The man frowned, his tone was slightly reproachful, but more of a doting one.
"sorry."
The little boy hugged the ball and admitted his mistake obediently.
He is still very young, speaks in a babyish voice, and his enunciation and pronunciation are not very accurate yet.
Dad? Whose father is he?
Mu Mu looked at the man's graceful profile with doubtful eyes.
Didn't he see her? Why didn't he talk to her? Why didn't he hold her and say, 'Baby, I miss you.'
Why do you let other children call him daddy?
Suddenly, Mu Mu hugged the man's waist and cried, "Husband, I'm sorry, don't be angry with me. It's my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to look for someone in the fire. I shouldn't have left Nian.
No matter what, I was wrong, I was wrong."
He must be angry that she has not taken care of Nianxi for more than a year, that must be the case.
"Miss, what are you doing?" The man's tone was strange, with a hint of displeasure.
"Don't pretend you don't know me. I know you're angry with me." Mu Mu cried and raised her head, wiping her tears with her hands. The light makeup on her face was washed away by her tears, her eye circles were red, and the tip of her nose was red.
He sniffed hard and said in a choked voice: "We Nianxi are better-looking, better-behaved, and cuter than him. His blue eyes are nothing like yours. Let's go find Nianxi."
As she spoke, she took the man's hand and dragged him away.
Why do other children call him daddy? Why does he pretend not to know them?
