Lu Yuchen stood up and deliberately glanced to the side so that Youyou would not see his slightly lonely look.
He walked to the other side of the bed and sat down with his back to Youyou.
"Go find your mother quickly, it's still early and they haven't rested yet." The man's voice was low and sounded a little hoarse.
But when I listened carefully, it didn't seem like that. It was as if he was deliberately hiding something and didn't want Youyou to know.
Youyou turned his head slightly and looked at the tall figure of the man sitting beside the bed.
He looked so tall, but at this moment, Youyou was instantly reminded of his back when he left that day.
The faint outline of the figure seemed to be disappearing.
Lu Yuchen like that made him feel distressed.
Youyou had already jumped out of bed and was ready to run away.
But when she turned around and saw Lu Yuchen's lonely and cold back, she suddenly felt reluctant to let him go.
He looked back at the door, then looked back at Lu Yuchen.
After doing this several times, she sighed glumly, then turned around, climbed back onto the bed, and threw herself onto her father's back.
"You didn't leave?" Lu Yuchen turned to look at the boy lying on his back, a hint of surprise in his bottomless eyes.
"Hmph, don't be so proud. I just feel sorry for you." Youyou rarely took the initiative to hug his father's neck, and turned his little face away proudly.
Lu Yuchen's eyes flickered, and a triumphant smile flashed across his deep dark eyes.
Then he looked at his son and said in a moving tone: "Thank you, Youyou."
A blush of embarrassment appeared on little Youyou's face. Because he felt awkward, he turned his face away and naturally missed the gleam in his father's eyes.
Lu Yuchen curled his lips into a smile, then suddenly turned around and lifted up the little guy.
"You...what are you doing, put me down..."
Lu Yuchen ignored Youyou's screams and lifted him over his head and put him on his neck.
He stood up and lifted Youyou, who was on the back of his neck, higher.
"Haven't you always wanted daddy to lift you up? Daddy will play the game of lifting you up tonight."
"Who... who wants to lift me up high! Put me down now!"
Youyou grabbed Lu Yuchen, his tone was filled with disdain, but there was a look of surprise in his eyes.
"I'm your father. No matter how smart our Youyou is, he can't fool Dad. When Dad and Dudu were playing, Youyou was obviously very envious."
Lu Yuchen can see the memories of the second personality, so naturally he can see details that the second personality cannot see.
The look in little Youyou's eyes when he looked at him playing with Dudu was the same as when he was a child.
In the past, he had the same look in his eyes when he saw Lu Huanting carrying Lu Yishen on his back and holding Lu Aitong.
I'm obviously envious and eager to die, but I can only disguise myself with a cold and disdainful look.
Youyou has long been accustomed to indifference and independence.
Although he is different from who he was back then, his amazing rationality and precocity prevent him from expressing his envy for his younger siblings.
"I... I'm not envious!" Youyou's face turned even redder.
But he didn't feel ashamed because he was sitting on his father's shoulders, and even if his whole face was burning red, his father wouldn't see it.
This is also the reason why Lu Yuchen directly told Youyou what was on his mind.
If the father and son want to have no rift in their hearts, they must be honest with each other.
But if you directly expose the other person's thoughts, it will make the atmosphere awkward.
And now, it's just right.
He revealed Youyou's worries, allowing him to face his inner desires honestly.
But because they couldn't see each other's faces, they avoided the embarrassment of having their secrets exposed.
That night, the relationship between father and son became much closer.
And little Lu Qilin also experienced for the first time what it felt like to be kissed, hugged and lifted up by his father.
It turns out that besides his mother, there is another person in this world who can also bring him warmth.
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