This time, Jiao Li was not trying to survive for himself, but... his eyes moved towards the dumplings.
He must not let Dumpling become a wild child without a father.
But, what method should be used?
Dumpling nestled on Jiao Li's bent legs like a cat, with long eyelashes covering his eyelids. Jiao Li lowered his head and happened to see this scene, and his heart twitched.
He really looks like...Yan Buhuan.
Especially the chin and eyes.
It's almost carved out of the same mold.
Jiao Li closed his eyes, and now his heart aches when he thinks of what she said during the competition that day.
She said personally that she hoped to know where Xuanyuan Mu was.
At that time, he would rather have Yan Buhuan stab him with a knife than say those words.
"Father, are you thinking about your mother?" Dumpling raised his face with determination.
Jiao Li was shocked, how could this child know everything? He thought so in his heart, but still pretended not to care: "What do I want her to do?"
"How do I know what you want her to do? I just think you are thinking about it."
Jiao Li fell silent again. Was it so obvious? I really wanted to take a look in the mirror.
But then again, why would he deny it? This is not his style.
So, Jiao Li boldly admitted: "Is there any use in missing her? That heartless thing didn't deceive me badly enough?"
Thinking of her past deceptions and betrayals, he felt angry. He admitted that he had felt sorry for her in the past, but he didn't like her at that time, and he never had much sympathy for people he didn't like.
And what about her? While he was falling in love, she poured a basin of cold water down on him, completely chilling him.
"Men should be more generous. It's always bad to have a small belly and chicken intestines." Dumpling said with some seriousness.
Jiao Li frowned: "Who told you this?"
Dumpling shrugged: "Grandpa, I overheard him talking to others."
"Is it useful to be generous?" This is no longer a question of whether he is generous or not. Yan Buhuan, the witch, does not accept his kindness at all. The thought of her cold words makes me feel unhappy.
"Actually, women need to be coaxed." The dumpling became more meaningful.
Jiao Li frowned even deeper. Is this his son? Really?
"How... how to coax him?" Jiao Li's reaction was a bit indifferent, and he accidentally followed Dumpling's thoughts.
Dumpling looked like he was full of experience: "Actually, my mother also has you in her heart. She kept asking me sideways along the way if I had any news about you. I told her the truth. I said I didn't see you either, and she
It’s so sad, so sad.”
Dumpling made an exaggerated sad expression, which made Jiaoli feel warm in his heart.
He changed his posture and asked with unnatural arrogance: "Really? She will also be sad?"
"Yeah." Dumpling nodded fiercely: "I'm a child, I don't dare to lie."
Jiao Li was dubious: "Why is she sad?"
"Well, I didn't say anything, just looked at the moon silently...and then picked me up." After saying this, Dumpling sighed heavily: "The same goes for you, such a big person, disappearing just after saying no, what's wrong with me?
It’s so sad.”
Jiao Li pursed his lips, feeling helpless.
If this body is his, he can do whatever he wants, but in fact, even if he shows up every day, it can only be at night, and there is very little time at his disposal. How can he get the best of both worlds?
