Yu Wangchen praised his daughter a few words, leaned over and picked Huanhuan up, and quickly said, "There are still a few empty rooms downstairs. With such heavy snow, maybe even the road is closed. You can stay here first."

He felt happy and raised his lips.

"Then, go downstairs to have a meal first, it will be cold later."

After he said that, he went downstairs to prepare food. Yu Wangchen glanced at him and hugged Huanhuan and called Zhao Xu.

Zhao Xu blinked at her and gave her a big thumb. Yu Wangchen kicked him again with anger.

Zhao Xu is only 20 years old and is still very lively. He always can't sit still when eating.

"Brother Ji, how old are you?"

Ji Rufeng glanced at Yu Wangchen, "33."

Zhao Xu nodded and asked again: "What are you doing?"

“Drawn.”

"Oh..." Zhao Xu turned his head and said silently to Yu Wangchen: "Painter..."

Yu Wangchen couldn't help but kick it over. Ji Rufeng suddenly turned his head and looked at the two of them. The bang he had just now was really unconcealable.

"Drawn, painter!" Huanhuan jumped in the baby chair, very excited.

Ji Rufeng smiled and wiped off a grain of rice from her chin with a veil, "Can you teach you how to draw in the future?"

"Okay! Draw ducks and ducks."

"Okay!" Ji Rufeng smiled again, feeling very satisfied.

Zhao Xu couldn't help but touch Yu Wangchen's legs under the table again, signaling her to look at Ji Rufeng and Huanhuan, and then she still had a lip shape, "The opportunity is rare."

As expected, another kick was taken.

Yu Wangchen knew that Ji Rufeng liked Huanhuan, and that was his biological daughter.

Throughout the night, Zhao Xu was like a household registration checker, and basically checked Ji Rufeng's five generations. While Yu Wangchen was speechless, he couldn't help but prick up his ears.

Ji Rufeng basically answered questions and answered questions. When Huanhuan had almost finished eating, she put a small spoon in front of her and let her scoop it and then started eating.

Occasionally, I looked at Yu Wangchen, because she couldn't understand it deeply, couldn't understand it, and was a little curious.

After dinner, Zhao Xu entered his room again. Even though his talent brought him a lot of superiority to ordinary people, he still needed diligence the day after tomorrow. His goal was to be a famous architectural designer.

Ji Rufeng and Huanhuan were in the room on the first floor, tidying up the room while having fun.

The room here of Yu Wangchen is not dirty, but because they live in relatively few places, they don’t usually have bed sheets and quilt covers. When Yu Wangchen walked into the room with Zhao Xu’s clothes, the father and daughter were rolling in the bed sheets. The sheets were messy, and Huanhuan showed a smiling face from under the sheets, with her head full of braids swaying.

Yu Wangchen shook his head, not knowing how the man's thick and long fingers made such a small braid, especially his right hand seemed to be not very flexible.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at him again, and her right hand was indeed not so flexible.

"Has your right hand been injured?" she couldn't help but ask again.

Ji Rufeng looked at her in surprise, feeling a little embarrassed, "No."

"Then I think you don't seem to be very flexible. Some people I know in the hospital will introduce you to you another day?"

"Uh..." Ji Rufeng was stunned, struggling in his heart. He didn't think the problem of his hands was a big problem, but it was useless for a few years. In the future, the amount of activity should be improved slowly. However, he didn't want to reject her kindness. He didn't know how long it took for him to receive such care.
Chapter completed!