He had no children here, and of course there was no children's dining chair. After thinking about it, he took the blanket from the sofa and spread it on the floor facing the kitchen. He put the little guy on the blanket and sat down. He walked into the kitchen and turned to look. After making sure that the little guy was within his sight, he started to clean up the kitchen that he had messed up.
How could this pampered young master ever do such a job
Wipe the countertop, mop the floor, put away the milk powder...
A blink of an eye.
Huh
Where are the people!
There was only an empty bottle left on the blanket, and the little guy had long since disappeared.
Xicheng's heart seemed to be spinning in mid-air. He tightened his breath and rushed out, still holding the rag in his hand, and quickly looked around.
The door is closed.
Next to the sofa, no.
Under the bookshelf, no.
Stairs, no.
…
wrong!
Why is the stair carpet moving
Xicheng turned his attention to the stairs again and looked carefully. Through the railing, he saw the little guy climbing up the stairs with his little butt sticking out - because the carpet was dark blue, and he was also wearing a dark blue jumpsuit. It was crawling on the ground. He had just glanced over and found such a little thing.
Xicheng breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the little guy was still there.
After a moment, his expression changed again.
"careful!"
It turned out that the little guy on the stairs suddenly changed direction, climbed to the side of the stairs, grabbed the railing with his little hands, and was about to stand up.
"do not move!"
Xicheng exclaimed and rushed over. He rushed to the little guy's side in one step or two, grabbed the little guy's clothes, fell down on the stairs, and pulled the little guy into his arms. The man was breathing heavily.
The little guy seemed to find it quite amusing, patting his face with his little hands.
"Dad...Dad!"
"You still have the nerve to call me, but you almost scared Dad out of his heart attack!"
As soon as the words came out, Xicheng was shocked by himself again.
dad
How could he accept this new role so easily
Putting down the rag still in his hand, he gently grabbed the little guy's flanks with both hands, held the little guy upright, and carefully held the little guy's face in front of him.
He is a small person with a small face and thick black hair on his head. Under his full forehead is a pair of big, bright black eyes, with black pupils occupying almost more than half of the eyes.
She has a small and straight nose, pink and tender lips, and she is grinning a cute smile, with a little glistening drool on the corners of her lips.
Two small hands were reaching towards his face with force, as if they wanted to touch him. He moved the little guy closer slightly, and the tender little hands fell on his face.
Warm, soft touch...
If it weren't for the gender written on the paper, it would be difficult to think of him as a little boy, because this little guy is so beautiful, even compared to the little angel Mu Xuechen, he is not inferior in the slightest.
Is this his son
Staring at the delicate and cute little guy in front of him, Xicheng's eyes once again flashed back to that chaotic night, flashed past Xia Nuan's tearful eyes, and suddenly realized that this child's eyes were similar to Xia Nuan's.
My impression of Xia Nuan actually still stayed in high school, when he was studying in an international school.
Xia Nuan was transferred to the class in her second year of high school. She still remembers the first day she entered the classroom. The girl was delicate and quiet. She stood on the stage and introduced herself, speaking in an authentic and elegant English accent.
With her exquisite appearance and excellent academic skills, she easily took the boys in the class as captives. Many boys confessed their feelings to her. She was neither angry nor proud, but responded calmly, "I just want to study hard now. I don’t want to have a boyfriend, just be friends.”