"Ancestor, there are so many people, why don't we go around here and there? We have to pick up our brothers and sisters later, so we can't delay any longer." Xu Suizhu hugged the little bun and coaxed patiently.
"Ouch!" The little bun didn't comply, his dark eyes stared straight ahead without blinking, and he jumped up and down in Xu Suizhu's arms with his little head raised, "fufufu!"
Editor Wu lowered his head and looked at his watch. There was still time, so he said, "I've been thinking about going for a while, so let's go and have a look. Maybe we'll see something new."
Reason told Xu Suizhu not to rely on him like this, to give him whatever he asked for, and not to let him become a little bully.
But when the little bun opened his big bright eyes, looked at her with aggrieved look, put his little arms around her neck, screamed "Mama", and kissed her on the face when he was done, and also gave her a big pool of saliva,
I swallowed back all the words I was about to say! It’s up to you! It’s all up to you!
Yingying, her reason is no match for the lethality of little bun's cute look.
The two adults and one child squeezed through the crowd, and it turned out that Qiaojia Biscuit was laid out at the snack counter here.
Several new pastries have just been launched, which immediately attracted many customers in the store, and the queue instantly formed.
"Did Doudou smell the fragrance of milk?" Xu Suizhu, who believed that the truth was true, teased him, "Can Mommy take you back to the guest house to drink banana rice paste?"
"Fufufu!" Little Baozi ignored her, still leaning forward and looking around, walking back and forth until he reached the end of the line.
The little claw stretched out and grabbed the head of the person in front of him accurately.
"Yeah! It's Doudou!"
Mrs. 6's scalp was pinched and hurt, she turned her head subconsciously, and when she saw it was Xu Suizhu and his wife, she couldn't help laughing.
Xu Suizhu really didn't expect that her son would stretch out his claws and grab someone's head. He had never done this before. She was immediately embarrassed and apologized hurriedly.
"What's the point? The little guy is weak, so it won't hurt if you pull him."
These words were purely polite. In fact, her scalp was aching slightly. She was just happy to see her grandson and the pain in her scalp was outweighed by the joy. Not to mention just being pulled once, she was happy to be pulled several times or even to the point of turning around.
"Did Mrs. 6 come alone? Let me get you some."
Xu Suizhu saw her holding big and small bags in her hands, and heard that she wanted to queue up to buy a stack of pastries from Qiaojia Cake Shop. She was worried that she wouldn't be able to take them, so she handed the bags to Editor Wu and stepped forward to help.
"Hey, look at me! I bought too much when I was happy." Mrs. 6 smiled and did not refuse, explaining, "It's a rare trip to Z province, so I must bring some local specialties back. Why don't you take advantage of the second brother's rest today?
He took me out for a walk."
Her hands were empty, and of course she wanted to hold her grandson.
"Doudou still know grandma? Can grandma hug me for a while?" Mrs. 6 clapped her hands and teased the little bun.
I couldn't help scolding my son for being useless! Bai Chang is so big, he can't even chase a wife, and he doesn't even have half the ability of the old man back then. It hurts so much that she has to pretend to be polite to her own grandson.
It’s hard to hold but frustrating!
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Chixiao came back, carrying a few bags of fresh fruits unique to the south. Before he could get closer, the little bun pounced on him with a "fufufu" sound. Fortunately, Editor Wu was not twisted enough to cause a lumbar disc herniation.
6 Chixiao freed up a hand to catch the little bun, raised his eyebrows, and a smile flashed in his eyes.
"Didn't I ask you to sit aside and wait? Why are you in line again?" Lu Chixiao looked at his mother helplessly, "It's not like there aren't such pastries in Kyoto. Do you need to bring them all the way back?"
"What do you know! Kyoto is Kyoto, and Province Z is Province Z. How can it be the same?" Mrs. 6 glanced at him angrily, and she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when she saw the little bun lying softly and cutely on Yao'er's shoulder, with a satisfied expression on his face.
Chiwei. It would be great if the brat comes back a little later, then she can also hug her grandson.
"I see that this little guy is very close to you. Why don't you take him back and play with him for a few days? You are so busy that it's so boring to leave me alone at home." This was half a joke, half true. She meant it.
I want to take my grandson back. I think back to how I felt when I hugged him in the car yesterday. He was so soft and cute.
"Did you let me play with my child? If you find it boring, go back early. The old man from the province will call after you every day."
While talking, Lu Chixiao glanced at Xu Suizhu without leaving any trace. Seeing that she didn't seem angry, he raised the corners of his mouth and returned his attention to the little guy.
"want to sleep?"
"Uh-huh."
He patted the little bun on the back with his backhand and said, "Go to sleep."
Little Baozi, who had been so excited all morning, actually fell asleep on his shoulder at this moment, and fell asleep instantly.
Xu Suizhu: "..."
There is always the illusion of being abandoned by the little one.
Seeing that the little bun was asleep, Xu Suizhu walked up to him and said, "Give it to me. We should go back and pick up the students."
6 Chixiao turned slightly to one side and asked, "How did you get here?"
Editor-in-chief Wu noticed that the atmosphere between the two was a bit subtle, and quickly responded: "I drove here."
6 Chixiao nodded: "I'll take you out."
Seeing that they were about to leave, Mrs. 6 winked at the side and said: Why don't you stay for a meal and let me hold my grandson for a while?
6 Chixiao shook his head imperceptibly.
Mrs. 6 was discouraged. She reluctantly watched her fat grandson being taken away by her son. She scolded her son again in her heart: It’s useless! It’s useless!
While Editor Wu was driving, Lu Chixiao looked down at the swollen black circles under her eyes that were still swollen after covering up her blemishes. Her heart ached slightly. She must have not slept well last night. She knew the reason without asking.
He changed his arms to hold his son, took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket, and spread it out for her to see. He hoped to be able to protect her and her son sooner rather than later.
Xu Suizhu lowered his head and glanced.
Sure enough, in the column of identification results, it was written in black letters on a white background, "The probability of parent-child relationship is calculated to be 99.9999%." In other words, he is undoubtedly Xiao Baozi's biological father.
She put away the paper and moistened her lips, not knowing what to say.
"During the inspection period, you really can't tell anyone except us that the little guy is my son?"
He really wants to tell the world!
Xu Suizhu raised her head and glanced at him, as if she wanted to say something, but she stopped her words when she saw Editor Wu moving the car.
"Okay," Mr. Liu reluctantly handed the little bun back to her and peeled it off before leaving. "I hope Teacher Xu will give me a status as soon as possible."
"..."
The two parties parted ways at the entrance of the department store.
"Son, how are you doing?"
6 Chixiao put the shopping bags and baskets in the trunk and got in the car when his mother asked impatiently, "Does the method mom taught you work?"
"It hasn't worked yet, let's give it a try."
"..." Mrs. 6 sighed, "Oh, you two are so calm. You see me so anxious that I really want to fight for you. My grandson..."
Seeing his son Lao Shen driving the car on the ground, he was not affected at all, and he wanted to sigh even more, "I asked Ayang yesterday, and he said that you two have known each other for a long time and even had dinner together..."
"Pfft...cough cough cough." Lu Chixiao coughed violently.