"Sister." The little guy grabbed Huo Jinshen, stared at Chen Xuan with his big, hunched eyes, and even called out.

Chen Xuan suddenly widened his eyes, looked at the little baby who hid next to Huo Jinshen after calling him, and raised his hand to point at him, speaking a little unscrupulously, "You, are you calling me?"

Huo Jinshen also looked at Dingdang with some surprise.

This is because he took the initiative to call someone other than himself.

"Can you take care of Dingdang for me? I have something to do."

The birthday party had not started yet, and Huo Jinshen didn't want to let him in too early.

He made Dingdang adapt to the crowd, but he also knew that he should go step by step.

Chen Xuan nodded vigorously, then looked at Dingdang for consultation, "Do you want to be here with your sister?"

Dingdang looked at the lively hustle and quiet place, then nodded slowly.

Huo Jinshen left, but Chen Xuan and Dingdang fell into silence.

The little baby was sitting on the marble chair next to him, and a little Junyan was as cold as his daddy.

It seemed that the soft and timid child just now was not him.

The two kept a little distance.

Chen Xuan didn't dare to get too close.

She is not a person who can drive the atmosphere, let alone get along with a child like Dingdang who is taciturn and rejects outsiders.

But I always feel a little soft inside.

I couldn't help but want to say something to him.

"Dingdang is hungry?" This point is already dinner time, and Chen Xuan can only ask after thinking about it.

Dingdang looked at the cake placed on the stone table in front of her and ate a small half of the cake, then silently looked away.

Chen Xuan saw his eyes and there was light in his eyes.

She smiled slightly, "This matcha cake is very high and there are many in the front hall. Can I help Dingdang get it?"

Dingdang looked at her again, and after a long time, hesitantly nodded.

Chen Xuan was very happy. Although the child didn't say a word after Huo Jinshen left, she also responded to her inquiries and she was very satisfied.

"Can Dingdang be here alone?" she asked with some concern.

Although there were no people here, the backyard also turned on all the lights because of the birthday party tonight, which were as bright as daytime, but I was worried that he would be afraid of being in such an environment alone.

This time, Dingdang shook his head quickly.

At the same time, a rumbling sound rang out.

The little baby suddenly turned his face away and a suspicious blush appeared in his ears.

Chen Xuan smiled softly and reached out to touch the cute him, but when he thought of something, he suddenly fell in the air and then took it back.

"Then the jingdong is here for a while, I'll get it now."

The little baby was hungry, and Chen Xuan didn't tease him, so he got up and walked towards the front hall.

Dingdang looked at the left back, moved his butt, and turned around to look deep in the night.

"...Don't worry about me, I'm in...No, I'll go there myself..."

The low and shallow voice was particularly eye-catching in the quiet night.

Under the corridor lights, a slender figure is like a fairy walking on the moon, with long hair draped over her shoulders and a bright and charming red dress, outlining her graceful and enchanting figure.

The red lips were gently wiping, but the eyes were sharp and deep.

The woman held the phone and said softly, with a curve in the corner of her mouth, and her smile was sincere and soft, so that even the sharpness in her eyes was offset a lot.

In the courtyard, Dingdang's eyes widened, his eyes were rosy, as if a lost child had found a relative, and his calves were more like a woman walking slowly under the corridor like a self-awareness.

Mu Nianwan talked to Ji Yichen on the phone.

Because there was something happened temporarily, she refused Ji Yichen's proposal to accept her and chose to drive.

But she is a road tycoon, and there was another problem with the navigation today, so she led her to the back door.

Seeing that she hadn't appeared for a long time, Ji Yichen called him and worried.

As I was talking on the phone, the road ahead was suddenly blocked.

The words came to an abrupt end. Mu Nianwan's dazed breasts had eyes intertwined, and time stopped for a moment, and the fine dust under the light seemed to be frozen.

The little boy was wearing a black vest, white socks and black shoes, and his small buzz head was neat. He didn't know whether his hands were nervous or others twisted in front of him. His face was white and his two black eyes looked at her, well-behaved and uneasy.

Very close, Mu Nianwan could clearly see his own shadow in those eyes.

She tried hard to calm down the storm in her heart, ignoring the care and inquiries that kept coming from the other end of the phone because of her silence, bent down gently to say hello to him, but her voice was as awkward as if she hadn't drunk water for several days, "Hello."

Dingdang's eyes raised a little curve, and his eyes were even brighter.

Mu Nianwan slowed down his breath and resisted the idea of ​​holding him in his arms, "Can you tell my aunt, what's your name?"

Auntie?

Sadness seemed to flash across his little face, but it was fleeting.

Soon he nodded, with a straight voice, "Huo Jin, but Daddy called me Dingdang."

My head blew, and it exploded in an instant, and my body shook even more unsteadily.

Although her almost identical eyes and similar faces had already made her decide, when the familiar name coincided with the face in her memory, tears fell uncontrollably.

When Dingdang saw her crying suddenly, he was instantly panicked.

He stepped forward and wiped her with his little hands, and a hint of nervousness and helplessness appeared on his face, "Did Dingdang say something wrong? Don't cry... don't cry..."

The child who is only four years old doesn't know how to comfort her, just wiped her tears over and over again.

Mu Nianwan's heart was about to soften. The arms that fell on his face were like lotus buds, and his nails were healthy and transparent. Mu Nianwan was almost greedy to his palm, hoping that the fleshy little hands would not let go.

"No, baby said nothing wrong, it's because the aunt is so happy." Mu Nianwan said seriously in his eyes.

Seeing that she wasn't caused by herself, Dingdang smiled relievedly.

"Can I hug you?" Mu Nianwan knelt in front of the child and asked carefully.

Dingdang smiled shyly, his white and tender little hands wrapped around her neck and threw himself into her arms.

The little body was soft and fragile. Mu Nianwan didn't dare to force her, and his hands slowly surrounded him with a little trembling.

Tears poured out uncontrollably again.

I don’t know how long I hugged it, but Mu Nianwan controlled his emotions and his mind gradually became clear.

Let him go, "Why are you here alone? Where is your dad?" His slightly calm mind noticed something was wrong.

She didn't know why Dingdang was still alive, but his daddy confused her and held hope.

Dingdang looked at her, as if he was afraid of something, and the little man who was about to say suddenly shook his head again.

If he told her, would he be sent to Daddy?

He also wanted to be hugged by her more.

She is so soft and fragrant.

However, before Mu Nianwan could say more about his hatred, the man's low voice suddenly came, "Dingdang, come to Daddy."
Chapter completed!