After bidding farewell to the Lei family father and son, Lei Lizhen gestured to An Guoren with her eyes. An Guoren understood, and called his son who was about to go upstairs, "Xiaoyu, what did your Uncle Lei tell you just now?"
Han Zhuoyu glanced at him lightly and continued to go upstairs.
"Hey, you child! Dad is asking you something!" An Guoren was so angry that he jumped, but there was nothing he could do with his son. One is that his son already has this kind of virtue, and he can't squeeze out half a word from him even if he is so angry; the other is that he is afraid of thunder, and he dare not touch a hair of his son at present. An Guoren is not a fool to be able to climb to the position of secretary of the municipal party committee. He can feel the importance Lei Ting attaches to his son.
"Don't be angry, ask Ming Huai to ask later. Brothers can talk." Lei Lizhen gave her son a look.
"Okay, but I might not be able to ask." An Minghuai reluctantly went upstairs, knocked on the door for a long time but got no response, stood there with a sullen expression for a while, and then went back to the room. If possible, he really wanted Han Zhuoyu to disappear forever!
In the room, Han Zhuoyu was doing his homework. After more than an hour, he wanted to pour a glass of water, and suddenly felt that something was missing.
'Where's my picture frame? ' he asked in a slightly anxious tone.
Now, in the hands of Comrade Xiaozheng. 9527 Be honest. The way Comrade Xiaozheng sneakily tucked the photo frame into his clothes is so cute, there is really no way for him to stop it!
Han Zhuoyu's ugly face eased down. That photo carried the happiest memory of his life and was his most important treasure. If someone else took it, he would definitely be manic and angry, and then try his best to get it back. But if it was Xiaozheng, he found that he couldn't get angry no matter what, but he was a little helpless.
The boy froze for a while with a paralyzed face, then took out his cell phone and fiddled with it.
The son was kidnapped at the imperial capital's home, and Lei Ting didn't dare to take him back. After taking a one-month long vacation, he applied for a temporary residence in the Military District of City H.
The house has three bedrooms and one living room. The decoration is a little old, but it is very clean. It has all the furniture, electrical appliances, and daily necessities. The sheets and bedding are also newly bought. You can move in with your bags.
Lei Ting dragged the suitcase, trying to take his son's schoolbag along with him.
Lei Chen hurriedly took two steps back, holding his schoolbag tightly, his eyes showing guard.
"Okay, take it yourself. Xiaochen has grown up." Lei Ting smiled lowly, quickly found his new home, and took out the key.
"This room belongs to you." After entering the door, Lei Ting pointed to the smallest room, and then pointed to the next door, "This room belongs to brother Xiaoyu. Tomorrow, my father will send someone to decorate it. How can your brother Xiaoyu live?" Only comfortable."
Lei Chen sneaked into Xiaoyu's elder brother's room, occupied the bed and refused to get off, still tightly hugging the small schoolbag in his arms.
"You want to sleep here? That's fine. Dad, go change your clothes first, and come over to give you a bath later." Lei Ting smiled helplessly, went back to the room to pack his luggage, and changed into casual clothes.
After his father left, Lei Chen let go of his schoolbag, took out a small photo frame from the side interlayer, and touched it with his hands. There was a slight sound of the door opening, he jumped up, quickly stuffed the photo frame under the pillow, and then looked at the person with a paralyzed face.
Lei Ting didn't see the clue from his son's dull face at all, rolled up his sleeves and went into the bathroom to fill in the water, and then helped his son undress and take a bath. Lei Chen is not like other children who are either crying or playing with water. He just played with his fingers silently, letting his father play with them.
Only at this time, Lei Ting could touch his son's head unscrupulously. But he didn't dare to touch his son's neck at all, as long as he touched it a little, the little child would tremble violently and look at him with startled and fearful eyes. At this moment, Lei Ting could hardly suppress the murderous aura surging in his heart.
After rinsing off the foam, drying his body, and drying his hair, Lei Ting changed his son into brand new bear pajamas, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and covered him with a quilt.
"Today we will tell the story of the little prince." He took out a stack of story books and said after picking and choosing. No one can imagine that the conscientious dad in front of him is the decisive iron-blooded general of the gz military region.
Xiaotuanzi's dull expression finally became turbulent. He waved away the dreamy little prince and pointed to a storybook with a more mature style. On the cover of the book is a burly man in a blue bodysuit and red underwear with a bolt of lightning in his hand.
This was the first time that his son expressed his wishes on his own initiative. Lei Ting suppressed the excitement in his heart, opened the title page and said slowly, "Once upon a time there was a city called Metropolis..."
Ten minutes later, Lei Chen closed his eyes. Lei Ting gradually lowered his volume, finally closed the book, and quietly stared at his son's sleeping face. As if feeling his father's gaze, Lei Chen turned over, leaving the back of his father's head black.
Lei Ting smiled and stroked his son's soft hair, tucked in the quilt, and left lightly.
Walking into the study, he called the adjutant first, and learned that the gangster hadn't been caught yet, so he took out a cigarette and lit it with a cold face, unscrupulously releasing murderous aura. When a cigarette was almost finished, the phone vibrated and a text message came.
Xiaoyu: Photo frame
Lei Ting was stunned for a moment, then stubbed out the cigarette, and opened the door of his son's room quietly.
The little guy trembled like an electric shock, immediately stuffed something under the pillow, and then pretended to be asleep, but his drooping eyelids and trembling eyelashes had already sold himself deeply.
Well, pretending to be asleep has fooled my father who was a scout, and even learned to steal! Lei Ting took out the photo frame from under the pillow, and looked at his son who jumped up and snatched him dumbfounded.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to return the photo frame, Lei Ting knew that he should teach his son a serious lesson, and told him that it was wrong to steal other people's things, and he had to change it! But he couldn't say anything harsh, he just wanted to laugh, laugh. The son can express his thoughts, be naughty, and play tricks... He is so happy that he can't tell! Rather than being lifeless like a marionette, he would rather his son get into trouble, cause trouble, and then come back crying to find his father.
Xiaotuanzi hugged the photo frame tightly, wrapped himself in the quilt, and stared at Dad with only a pair of eyes, big and black eyes showing stubbornness and defense. Without a big brother, he dare not sleep!
"Brother Xiaoyu is here tomorrow, you have to apologize to brother Xiaoyu, you know? Otherwise he won't like you. It's wrong to take people's things casually, your brother Xiaoyu will never do that." Lei Ting tried to reason with his son , seeing his softened eyes, couldn't help pinching the tender flesh on his face.
Wrapped into a ball, it is difficult to move, so the little dumpling can only be pinched by the father.
Lei Ting twirled his fingertips contentedly, and said warmly, "You can take the photo frame first, anyway, your brother Xiaoyu will come over tomorrow. Dad will help you explain first."
settle down.
Uncle Lei: The photo frame is here with Xiaochen, and I will return it to you tomorrow. Sorry, I will educate him well.
At the same time, a crisp system notification sounded, Ding ~ received 30 points of thanks from Thunderbolt!
Han Zhuoyu put down his phone, his eyes filled with confusion, "I didn't do anything, why does Uncle Lei always send me thank you points?" '
Probably because the damaged body shell has not been repaired yet! He always leaks positive energy, which is only good for us, why think so much? 9527 was playing cs, and replied absently. Humans crushing fish lips with god-level technology is one of his recent bad tastes.
Han Zhuoyu felt that it made sense, put aside his doubts, and took out his third-year textbook to preview.
Lei Ting soon received a text message from the boy, with only three simple words 'it doesn't matter', one can imagine the calm and indifferent expression on the other side's phone. He stared at the message in a daze, and after a while there was a trace of exhaustion on his face. He slowly lay on his side beside his son, watching him wake up from nightmares again and again, and then refused to be comforted by himself, and fell into a light sleep with the photo of the boy in his arms.
After tossing and tossing like this until Linchen, thick black and blue appeared under both father and son's eyes. You can't sleep without hypnosis, but hypnosis will damage your brain. Lei Ting sincerely hopes that the arrival of the boy will give his son a sense of security. After changing clothes for his dull-faced and listless son, he whispered, "Okay, go to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth."
Lei Chen brushed away his father's hand that wanted to hug him, and walked into the bathroom with a small photo frame.
Lei Ting rubbed the center of his brows with a tired expression. In the past, my son still accepted his closeness occasionally, which was the result of the psychiatrist's painstaking guidance. Now, this heart door that was finally opened has been tightly closed again. He was afraid that his son would lose his trust in everyone, reject the world completely, and never return to normal. But fortunately, Han Zhuoyu appeared, like a beam of light breaking through the dark clouds, allowing him to see new hope.
settle down.
Ding~ I received 10 thank you points from Thunderbolt!
Comrade Dazheng is really thanking you all the time, host! 9527 yawned. It's not surprising that he is a brain that needs to sleep!
Han Zhuoyu was stunned, then picked up the toothbrush and brushed his teeth expressionlessly.
Military compound.
After the deep exhaustion gradually subsided, Lei Ting walked into the bathroom to help his son wash up. Unpacking the newly bought children's toothbrush and squeezing the toothpaste, he leaned over and said, "Open your mouth." He remembered that the butler used to do this.
Lei Chen obediently raised his head and opened his mouth, saw the photo frame on the washstand, seemed to think of something, then quickly shut up, snatched the toothbrush, and Kazkaz brushed it.
Lei Ting was stunned for a while before asking in a hoarse voice, "Xiaochen, can you brush your teeth by yourself? Who taught you?" Obviously, he and the housekeeper had taught him countless times before but failed.
In fact, Lei Chen would have done it a long time ago, he just didn't want to respond. Ignoring his father, he climbed onto the low stool next to the wash stand, rinsed away the foam in his mouth with a grunt, and then took the photo frame and stuck it to his chest like a baby.
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Thunder laughed lowly. Really confused, who else could it be besides Han Zhuoyu? That kid was really... He couldn't put into words exactly how grateful he was.
Ding~ Received 20 thank you points from Thunder!
9527 didn't speak, he was swiftly turning on the computer to hang up his game account.
Han Zhuoyu wiped his face expressionlessly, his attitude was quite calm. Ding, ding, I got used to it.
After washing his son's face, Lei Ting called the adjutant to bring him breakfast. There is everything in the kitchen, but the men of the Lei family have always believed in the concept of a gentleman staying away from the kitchen, and since he has been in the army all year round and is used to eating big pot meals in the cafeteria, he really has no cooking skills at all, and the most he can make is instant noodles.
But can a four-year-old eat instant noodles? The answer is definitely not.
While waiting for breakfast to arrive, Lei Ting tried to talk to his son and play games, but all failed. His son opened the small schoolbag, took out a large pile of nine serial rings inside, disassembled it, put it back on, put it on and disassembled it again, the mechanical Repeatedly. The teenager's photo is always placed within his reach, and he can see it when he raises his eyes a little.
Lei Ting stared at the photo, seriously considering whether to get a rope to hang around his son's neck. Maybe you can take a photo of your son and Han Zhuoyu and put it in the necklace so that your son can carry it with you.
Thinking of this, he shook his head and laughed.
Adjutant Lu Bin lived next door, and a steaming hot breakfast was delivered soon.
"Let's eat together." Lei Ting greeted.
"Second Young Master, the shredded mushroom and shredded chicken porridge belongs to you, and this bowl of pumpkin porridge belongs to Xiao Chen." Seeing the boss put a bowl of meat porridge in front of Lei Chen, Lu Bin quickly reminded him.
"It's okay, he can..." Before he finished speaking, the son spit out the meat porridge with a splash, making it all over the table. Lei Ting picked up the paper and hurriedly cleaned up the mess, his thick eyebrows furrowed fiercely. Didn't you eat well yesterday? why today...
Rubbing the aching brow, he felt that he should have packed Han Zhuoyu back last night.
A night and a half of waiting was too long for the devastated father and son.