Song Yuchen's bright black eyes flickered, and he said with a smile, "Because your hands are so beautiful, I just want to get closer and take a look..."
You can never admit that you are smelling your dad’s hand!
"dad…"
Song Yuchen's little milky voice sounded again.
[Ah ah ah, these calls of daddy make people’s hearts turn cute. Why do you feel that Mr. Song is indifferent? 】
[In the eyes of a father, no matter how young his son is, he is still a man, not a cutie!]
[My daughter is different. Haven’t you noticed that Mr. Song’s attitude towards Xiao Yiyi is completely different from that towards Xiao Chen?]
[Let’s just say, why is the interaction between father and son so funny? 】
[Is Xiaochen really hungry? This child came up to his father and sniffed his hand, and called him daddy in the sweetest way!]
[Song Yuchen: You are all wrong, I am not hungry, I just want to ride a bull!]
After waiting for half a minute, the little guy didn't hear his father's response, so he hummed softly.
Ye Zhenzhen stood up and saw the little guy standing aside looking at her with aggrieved face, his mouth was still pursed, and he looked unhappy at first sight.
[Mr. Song: I have to cook dinner for my wife now, so I don’t have time!]
…
[Aren’t you angry? After calling me dad so many times, Mr. Song always had a cold expression on his face, hahaha!]
"No, let's go after dinner."
"happy."
[The CEO has been so cool these two days, and he’s so handsome~]
The little guy rolled his eyes and said, "Didn't you just say that mother is still resting? How about we go to Morning Glory to drink water now? When we come back, mother will wake up and you can cook noodles so that mother can eat delicious food.
The noodles are freshly baked, do you think it’s okay?”
After Song Jinze opened two buckets of instant noodles, he washed some vegetables.
The little guy hugged Ye Zhenzhen's arm, "Mom... I miss you so much..."
He turned to look at the little guy sitting on the bench with a pout, and asked, "Would you like eggs?"
Ye Zhenzhen slept well in the afternoon.
Song Yuchen:......
Song Yuchen nodded quickly, "I want to eat fried eggs and poached eggs, can you do it? Mom's fried poached eggs are delicious! If you can't do it, don't do it, let's go..."
If you can't act coquettishly with your father, then act like a spoiled child with your mother!
Ye Zhenzhen smiled and touched the little guy's head, "Well, isn't mom here? Did you have fun with sister Yiyi this afternoon?"
"oh."
The little guy frowned and looked at Song Jinze unhappily. He was angry and dared not speak out, so he could only sit aside and watch his father's unskilled cooking movements.
[Hahaha, this interaction between father and son made me laugh to death. Is Xiaochen angry? 】
[Hahaha, Xiaochen seems to despise his father’s cooking!]
He knows the little Jiujiu inside this kid without even thinking about it.
"I can."
Song Jinze's lips curled up slightly, "If you have anything to say, just tell me."
[The child just wants to ride a bull. It’s really not too high a request. Mr. Song, just satisfy the child!]
"Um...Dad!"
She vaguely heard someone calling her name, opened her eyes slightly, and saw a large and a small standing beside the bed. The man had gentle eyes and a slight smile on his lips, "Have you slept well? Dinner is ready.
"
Song Yuchen glanced at his father sideways, "Humph!"
How should he speak? How should he say it?
She touched the little guy's face and said, "What's wrong? You don't look happy?"
Song Jinze glanced at him and said, "Sit aside and stay out of the way."
[Mr. Song is not only handsome, but he is also very handsome when cooking. Tears of disappointment slipped gently from the corner of his mouth...]
"Then why are you pouting now?"
Ye Zhenzhen put on her shoes, got off the bed, and led the little guy out of the bedroom.
Song Yuchen secretly glanced at her father who was following behind, then stretched out her hand and said to Ye Zhenzhen, "Mom, hold me, I have something to tell you."
Song Jinze frowned and shouted in a deep voice, "Song Yuchen, how old are you? Do you still want someone to carry you?"
