Before Gong Yue finished speaking, Gu Yuanbei's eyes flashed, he put down the person in his arms, straightened her skirt for her, clasped her little hand, and led her out the door. Walk.
Gong Yue followed his steps blankly, looking at his back from behind, knowing that he cared about her family's feelings just like her, and her heart suddenly felt warm.
Before they could reach the restaurant, Gu Yuanbei saw Gong Shaoming's majestic figure waiting at the corner of the stairs. His front and back legs were staggered, as if he would rush up immediately if they went downstairs for another minute at night.
"Uncle Shaoming."
"Daddy."
Gong Yue called out and found that Gong Shaoming's eyes had been staring at the two people's clasped hands. She quickly took out her little hand from Beibei's palm, went up to meet him, and took his arm.
"Daddy, this is my home, are you still worried that I don't know the way?" I waited here specially, it was so scary.
Gong Yue consciously swallowed the second half of the sentence back into her stomach.
"Huh, Daddy is afraid that you will be dazzled by the flowers and forget that Daddy is the one who loves you the most." Gong Shaoming snorted coldly, turned around and entered the restaurant with Gong Yue, turning a blind eye to Gu Yuanbei. .
Gu Yuanbei walked behind, smiling lightly from beginning to end, neither angry nor annoyed.
"Aunt Ranran." As soon as he entered the restaurant, Gu Yuanbei greeted him respectfully.
An Moran took out a dish from the kitchen, raised his face, and smiled softly, "Hurry up and sit down, Xiaoyue rarely goes home, so I'll cook by myself. I don't know if it will suit your taste." "
"It's his blessing to be able to eat dishes cooked by you." Before Gu Yuanbei could reply, Gong Shaoming snorted coldly, took the plate from An Moran's hand, and placed it on the table. On the table, he pulled her to sit next to him.
When he arrived, he didn't forget to glance at Gu Yuanbei.
"Shaoming, how can you boast so much about yourself?" An Moran blushed in embarrassment, "Beibei, please leave him alone. If you don't like it, just tell me and I'll ask the kitchen to prepare more food you like."
"Aunt Ranran, you're welcome. My mommy has always praised your cooking skills. It is indeed my blessing to be able to eat the food you cooked." Gu Yuanbei smiled and followed Gong Shaoming's words.
Even if the stories of their fathers have not been published in books, their younger generations are already familiar with them.
Gu Yuanbei could tell just how much Gong Shaoming doted on his wife by looking at his father. At this time, he would naturally not offend him.
"It's quite discerning." Gong Shaoming curled his lips and his mood immediately improved.
He stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it in An Moran's bowl, "I'm thin, eat more."
Just when Gong Shaoming returned his chopsticks and wanted to put a piece into his daughter's bowl, he found that Gong Yue had already put a piece in her bowl and was chewing it with her small mouth.
Raising his head and catching a glimpse of the doting look in Gu Yuanbei's eyes, Gong Shaoming was startled and nodded with satisfaction.
The meal was extremely harmonious. Gong Shaoming never forgot to compliment Gu Yuanbei, but there was no actual blame.
An Moran has always been gentle. Although he didn't ask any questions, after finishing the meal, he also noticed Gu Yuanbei's meticulous care for Xiaoyue.
If she can find someone who loves her daughter so much, why should she feel uneasy?
"When do you plan to return to Suye Villa?" The servant removed the tableware. Gong Shaoming did not get up in a hurry. He glanced at Gu Yuanbei coldly and spoke indifferently.
