The little guy is fragrant and milky, the soft one, looking at Huo Zhendong with big eyes.
Huo Zhendong looked at his son whom he hadn't seen for a long time. In fact, three months was not a long time for him. Sometimes when I go to work, I can only come back in two or three months.
He and Mu Shiqi have always been together less and more apart.
During the time she disappeared, he had also been working.
However, knowing that she was not there, his heart was full of torment and torture, and he was afraid of losing her.
Only when she is facing loss will she know how good she was in the past.
Huo Zhendong held the little watermelon, Mu Shiqi sat down opposite him, Huo Zhendong looked at her, "I thought you wouldn't come."
He waited here for a long time, and she never came or replied to his news. He was about to give up, but he had an unwilling thought, but he didn't expect to wait for her.
Mu Shiqi sat on the opposite chair, leaning on the back, looking at Huo Zhendong, "It's not that I want to see you, it's the little watermelon who wants to see you. Thank him!"
"..." Huo Zhendong smiled and looked at the little watermelon in his arms, "I know, my son is the best."
This warm smile made Mu Shiqi startled.
She found that she liked seeing his warm smile more than quarreling with him.
Huo Zhendong was holding the little watermelon, and the little guy was in his arms. After a while, he sneezed.
Huo Zhendong said, "He has a cold?"
"It's cold, and it's been up and down recently." If Little Watermelon hadn't been sick before, he probably wouldn't have met him in the hospital.
Sure enough, it was all luck.
There seems to be a son leading them together.
After sitting in the cafe for a while, Mu Shiqi took Xiao Ximelon to the hospital for an injection, and Huo Zhendong accompanied him.
Little Watermelon was very afraid of injections. When the injection came out, she kept crying in Huo Zhendong's arms.
Huo Zhendong looked at his son's reaction and said, "Why are you crying, you don't look like a boy at all."
Mu Shiqi said, "Can't you coax him?"
Sure enough, few men would coax their sons.
Huo Zhendong glanced at Seventeen, she seemed to be no longer angry, "Want to go home with me? Go back to eat something, you haven't been back for a long time."
When it came to the word home, Mu Shiqi turned his eyes away.
Talking to him about her son here, she seems to be no longer angry, but the word "going home" touched her again.
She hasn't figured out what to do with Huo Zhendong yet.
Huo Zhendong looked at her like this and didn't force her.
The family of three got into the car, Huo Zhendong drove, and he didn't mention the matter of letting Seventeen go home, but just said to her: "Actually, you're doing fine at your house. I'm leaving this time, and I don't know when I'll be back. The little watermelon is sick again, my mother has a bad personality, you don't want to get along with her, you are in your home, and there is someone who can take care of you."
Mu Shiqi hugged the little watermelon, looked at his son's similar features to Huo Zhendong, and said nothing.
Huo Zhendong drove her to the door and stopped the car.
He didn't say anything, just sat very quietly, the atmosphere was very quiet and a little awkward.
Huo Zhendong looked at Mu Shiqi, she was coaxing her child, very much like a mother, not like the eldest lady who was spoiled by the Mu family when he first met her.
He stretched out his hand and put it on her head, "For me, the biggest regret in my life is to miss you. Unfortunately, I have no chance to work harder."
His big palms were thick and warm.
w. 4m.
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