During dinner, Jiang Beiyuan said nothing, as if he didn't see the clothes and nothing happened.
He washed the dishes, then carried his son to the bathroom, put the little guy in the bathtub, poured shower gel and applied it on him.
The little guy was slippery, playing with a duck like a loach.
"dad-"
Jiang Qingchi raised his hand and slapped Jiang Beiyuan in the face.
Seeing the latter frowning slightly, Jiang Qingchi hurriedly wiped Jiang Beiyuan's face with an apologetic smile. Unexpectedly, the more he wiped, the dirt became dirtier, and Jiang Beiyuan's face became darker and darker.
"Dad, I didn't mean it..."
The little guy retracted his hand angrily and touched the tip of his nose.
Jiangbeiyuan remained silent, took the towel on the side and wiped his face casually.
"fine."
"Dad, I want to ask you a question."
"explain."
"Did you eat dumplings again?"
"..." Jiang Beiyuan's mouth twitched twice.
The little bastard had sharp eyes, and he didn't know who he was following.
"Dad, if you are unhappy with something, please tell it to your outstanding and handsome son. Don't keep it in your heart alone! It's not good for your health!"
Jiang Qingchi looked at Jiangbeiyuan expectantly, hoping that Jiangbeiyuan would praise him for being sensible.
However, until Jiang Beiyuan took him out of the bathroom, he still didn't wait for his father's answer.
Jiang Qingchi's pajamas were white bears that Yan Nian bought for him. Jiang Beiyuan put them on for him and prepared to leave.
"dad-"
A soft little hand held Jiang Beiyuan's hand.
Jiang Beiyuan turned his eyes slightly and saw Jiang Qingchi's pitiful little face. The child's clear eyes showed no filth.
"What's wrong?"
"Dad hasn't told me a story today! So I can't leave!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open.
Yan Nian looked straight at Jiangbeiyuan, with a hint of worry in his tone, "Why is the men's jacket I put in the closet missing?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Beiyuan's chess piece's black eyes were immediately covered with a layer of biting frost.
He withdrew the hand held by his son, covered him with a quilt, and touched his soft bangs on his forehead, "I won't tell stories today, your mother and I have something to talk about."
"Well, it's okay to talk about things,"
The little guy was restless. He sat up straight and leaned close to Jiang Beiyuan's ear. He clenched his two little hands into small fists and whispered in Jiang Beiyuan's ear: "But daddy, please don't quarrel with mommy, okay?"
"When did you quarrel with her?"
"Yeah too."
Jiang Qingchi showed a big smile. After saying good night to Jiang Beiyuan, he looked at Yan Nian, waved and said good night to Yan Nian.
Jiang Beiyuan and Yan Nian went out of their son's room, returned to the master bedroom, and closed the door from the inside.
"That coat belongs to Gong Jun. It rained this afternoon and the weather was cool. He gave me his coat when he saw me sneezing, but I didn't wear it. I'm thinking of going to the company tomorrow to return the coat to him. "
Yan Nian looked at Jiangbeiyuan's broad back and explained.
He is taking off his clothes and has a lean waistline. He works out every day, so he is still in good shape.
"That's the thing. There is nothing between me and him, so where is Gong Jun's coat?"
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Nian was a little anxious. Those were other people's clothes.
"I'm burned."
After saying these words, Jiang Beiyuan entered the bathroom inside, shirtless.
Yan Nian stood there for several seconds before he reacted, and he was so angry that he smashed the bathroom door. However, the man didn't move at all, and soon the sound of rushing water came.
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(End of chapter)