Xing Xing looked confused, he didn't understand why his father didn't allow him to get close to his mother, he opened his big innocent eyes, and looked at his mother eagerly, wanting her to decide for himself.
Disappointed, my mother didn't seem to understand what he meant, and even showed a little puzzled look: "What's the matter, baby?"
Xing Xing, who felt that he had no telepathy with his mother, was a little discouraged, he lowered his head, and rubbed it over there, and said in a low voice, "Mom, I want to sleep with you tonight."
"Okay." Cheng Huan glanced at Jiang Mingyuan and replied with a smile.
They're used to sleeping anyway.
She promised that there was no burden, but Jiang Mingyuan frowned slightly. He held his son and disagreed a little: "Xing Xing has grown up too, so I can't sleep well with my mother."
Xing Xing could understand these words, and he felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. Is this going to drive him out
No, he doesn't want to be separated from his mother!
Xing Xing glared at his father angrily, before his mother could speak: "Daddy, I'm still young."
He is still young, so sleeping with his mother is no problem at all!
Jiang Mingyuan held his son's hand a little tighter, looked at the smiling woman, and reasoned helplessly: "You will be five years old during Chinese New Year." You are an older child.
"Then I'm young too!" Xing Xing refused to give an inch, "Mom said that a tall child is a big kid."
With a stern face, he pointed out his shortcomings seriously and earnestly: "I'm still short."
Jiang Mingyuan: "..."
Well, there is a good reason, but it cannot be said.
Cheng Huan watched enough of the drama, the corners of his mouth became wider and wider, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.
The father and son on one side looked over at the same time.
"It's okay, it's okay, you continue." Cheng Huan waved his hand, with an unconcealable smile on his face.
After being teased by her like this, Jiang Mingyuan finally felt that he was a bit bored. He restrained his expression and changed the subject uncomfortably: "Stop talking about this, let's go eat."
The entire eleventh floor of the cruise ship is full of restaurants, where you can find almost all kinds of delicacies you can think of. The cafeteria Jiang Mingyuan said is close to the deck and has a large area.
The restaurant is very quiet, the lights are a little dim, soothing and beautiful music is played, all kinds of delicacies are placed beside the winding corridor, but there are very few guests who come to taste it.
Xingxing loves all kinds of desserts very much. As soon as he entered, he took a plate and ran to the dessert area. The dining table here is designed to be very short to take care of children. With Xingxing's height, he can get the food on it.
He put the dinner plate on the table, and moved things in little by little. Most of these desserts were brightly colored and interesting in shape, and the stars wanted them all. go back.
Unlike their son's rich booty, Jiang Mingyuan and Cheng Huan only took a portion of seafood porridge.
Xing Xing moved his plate of pastries to the position, he put the plate on the table, and began to offer treasures: "Mom, look at my little cake!"
Cheng Huan raised his eyelids and took a look: "Is there so much to eat?"
"It can be eaten!" Xing Xing said confidently, "I'm very hungry."
Cheng Huan: "...then you go on."
She paused, and added: "Don't waste food, don't leave if you can't eat it."
"Okay!" The little guy agreed without hesitation.
Jiang Mingyuan put a small bowl of porridge in front of Cheng Huan, and interceded with his son: "This is too much."
"Let him know the truth of what he can do." The temperature of the porridge in the bowl was just right, Cheng Huan lowered his head and took a sip: "It tastes really good."
Seeing her like this, Jiang Mingyuan knew it was useless to intercede. He sighed and looked at his son with some pity.
"Father?" Xing Xing panicked at the sight.
"It's okay, let's eat Xingxing." Jiang Mingyuan looked at him and said, "If you can't eat it, dad will help you."
Jiang always really loved his son, but his fatherly love was completely ignored. When Xingxing heard this, he thought his father was going to grab something from him, so he quickly reached out to protect the plate: "I'll give it to mom."
Jiang Mingyuan: "..." Little white-eyed wolf!
"Pfft." Cheng Huan was still eating, and couldn't help laughing when she heard the father and son's exchange. There was something in her mouth, and a grain of rice choked into her throat when she laughed. down.
Cheng Huan clutched his chest, coughing so hard that he couldn't straighten up. The father and son on the other side quickly put down the things in their hands and patted her on the back. After patting for a long time, Cheng Huan finally recovered and raised his head to thank Jiang Mingyuan.
Jiang Mingyuan withdrew his hand and pursed his lips: "Be careful."
Cheng Huan turned her face away, feeling a little ashamed that at her age, she would still make such a mistake.
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
At the critical moment, the stars are still needed, and the little guy is dancing beside him: "Mom, mom and me!"
"Thank you Xing Xing, too." Cheng Huan turned around and rubbed his hair.
Because she coughed for too long, her eyes still had steam, she looked pitiful and innocent, Jiang Mingyuan's throat tightened, he took a deep look at her, returned to his seat, and said lightly: "Eat well, don't do anything else. "
"Understood..." Cheng Huan dragged his voice, patted his son on the back and told him to go back, Xingxing looked at her without blinking, making sure that his mother was all right, then returned to his seat, and chose a meal from the plate. The most beautiful little cake was handed over: "Mom, you eat."
As soon as Cheng Huan saw the cake, she remembered the conversation between the father and son just now. The corners of her eyes twitched, and she took the cake from Xing Xing. Somehow, she became malicious and said in front of Jiang Mingyuan: "Do you want to eat?" ?”
"This is for mom!" Xing Xing thought that mom was going to give the cake to dad, and he tiptoed to stop it. Dad: "This one belongs to Dad."
The man on the opposite side looked at all this with helplessness on his face. He glanced at Cheng Huan like an innocent child: "Eat well."
"Oh." The chief executive's eye attack was still a bit powerful, and Cheng Huan didn't dare to make trouble anymore, so he ate quietly.
The pastries in the restaurant are well made, with average sweetness and not greasy to eat, but no matter how good they are, Xing Xing can't eat that big plate of food.
At first, he was full of confidence, and he felt sorry for the cake he gave to his father, and felt that it was a pity that he missed one piece of cake, but this feeling disappeared after he ate three small cakes.
Three small cakes were enough to fill his stomach, and the cream seemed to be stuck in his throat. Xing Xing ate the last bit of food on his hands, stared bitterly at what was left on the plate, and didn't want to move at all.
But he is a very promise-keeping kid, thinking about what he promised his mother, Xing Xing sighed, reluctantly picked up another cake, and took a small sip.
His demeanor was noticed by the two adults next to him. Jiang Mingyuan was still reluctant to part with the child. Seeing that he couldn't eat, he took all the rest.
Xing Xing didn't protect the food now. He opened his eyes wide, looking at his father as if he was looking at an angel, and handed over the gnawed thing in his hand: "Daddy will give you this too."
"No." Jiang Mingyuan refused in disgust.
"Okay then." Xing Xing was a little disappointed, feeling that his father was not so brilliant anymore, he retracted his hand and looked at the plate in front of him: "Dad, you have to finish eating."
Xing Xing took a total of ten different kinds of small cakes. Excluding the ones that were shared out earlier, there were still four left on the plate. These cakes are not big, and they look pretty. They are delicious for those who love desserts. It's just that Jiang Mingyuan doesn't like sweet things, so he's still full. For him, these can only be regarded as a kind of suffering.
No way, who made him give birth to such a son.
The man's expression was very calm, and he ate the small cake bite by bite. He behaved gracefully, his movements were neither fast nor slow, and he didn't get cream on his lips like others when eating. Sitting across from him, Cheng Huan watched him eat with a blank expression, and felt a little pitiful for him for some reason.
Cheng Huan found this idea ridiculous as soon as it came out, how could he be pitiful
It's just strange, not only was this idea not suppressed, but it became stronger and stronger as time went by. She watched Jiang Mingyuan eat the third cake one bite at a time, and finally reached out to take the last one.
She moved one step ahead, and as soon as she pinched the cake paper, Jiang Mingyuan's hands also fell, ten of them touched, as if an electric current passed through them, both hands trembled, Cheng Huan took the opportunity to bring the cake over, and smiled at him Said: "I'll eat the last one."