Xing Sijue's love for Wan Wan was not hidden at all.
Along the way, they kept holding each other and never let go.
Wanwan also relied on Xing Sijue. Occasionally she would joke with Jiang Song, but most of the time, she still relied on Xing Sijue.
Jiang Song looked at the father and daughter, and sometimes his heart would be touched.
The supermarket Xing Sijue originally chose was the kind from Noble Mall.
Jiang Song firmly refused and switched to a very common and well-known large supermarket.
Xing Sijue was puzzled. He didn't seem to know what a large supermarket looked like.
In his impression, only shopping malls owned by Xing's are called supermarkets.
He countered with a stiff explanation, "Which mall is bigger."
Jiang Song still firmly objected, "Yes, it is bigger, but wherever the babies go, what they can see are some secondary processed high-end foods, and they cannot be fully seen to their original appearance."
So, I took Xing Sijue to a more civilian supermarket.
Obviously, Xing Sijue, who is aloof and has no sense of life, has never been exposed to this kind of place.
Jiang Song raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Master Jiu, did you see that this is called a supermarket?"
Everyone wears very ordinary clothes, and they just come here on weekend afternoons to buy something they like to eat with their families, or with their lovers and friends, chatting leisurely together, and shopping for goods.
It's not the kind of expensive stuff where some rich people bring a bunch of bodyguards and servants and make indifferent purchases.
Xing Sijue's face turned ugly because he never liked such social gatherings.
But Wanwan liked it very much and was so happy that she almost clapped her hands.
Clapping is an action Wen Ruyan gave her a few days ago.
The little girl learns things quickly and picks it up in no time.
Seeing that Wanwan liked Xing Sijue very much, he suppressed his disgust.
One person entered the supermarket holding a small dumpling.
Jiang Song specially asked Xing Sijue to wear a mask.
Thinking about not being as eye-catching as the last time I was in the movie theater.
But it’s no use. The looks of my son and daughter are still amazing, and they convey such cuteness and cute little dumplings. Who can not love them!
It attracted a lot of people's attention instantly.
Many people looked sideways and looked over, and even a little boy boldly walked directly next to Xing Sijue.
Then he remained motionless, staring straight at Wanwan in his arms.
Jiang Song looked at the cute and adorable look of the little boy. He was curious for a moment and knelt down.
"Kid, where are your parents? Why are you here alone?"
The little boy only looks like four or five years old, but he talks like a little adult.
"My mother and father are in love."
Jiang Song couldn't laugh or cry, "Are you lost? Do you need me to call your mother for you?"
The little boy shook his head calmly.
"No, I know how to get there. I want to see my little sister."
Then he raised his head and looked at Xing Sijue's hand holding Wanwan, his eyes fixed on it.
Wanwan was also very curious, lying lazily on Xing Sijue's shoulder and looking at this little brother.
"Uncle, can my sister give me a hug?" The little boy seemed a little afraid of Xing Sijue's cold face. He wrung his fingers and mustered up the courage to say.
Jiang Song didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He thought this scene was so cute.
But Xing Sijue only felt irritated.
"No." He refused coldly.
Why, so quickly a little boy coveted her.
The little boy looked pitiful and sad.
The two thick eyebrows are wrinkled, just like Crayon Shin-chan.
"kid."
Jiang Song hugged Jianjian, squatted down, and looked at the little boy.
When the little boy saw a child who looked very similar to Wanwan, his eyes widened and he opened his mouth in surprise.
"Sister, do you know magic? Why do you have two little sisters?"
Jiang Song laughed, "Kid, my sister doesn't know magic, and this is not my sister. This is my little brother. He is a boy just like you. Uncle doesn't want you to hug your sister because he doesn't like you. Don't be unhappy. It's just you.
It's too young, and my sister is too young, and uncle is worried about your safety."
After hearing Jiang Song's persuasion, the child's frown eased a little.
"Then can I talk to my sister, can I shake my sister's hand?"
The little boy blinked his innocent eyes and asked innocently.
As soon as he finished speaking, he was rejected unceremoniously by Xing Sijue again.
"no."
This brat has pretty good ideas.
"Okay, okay."
Jiang Song noticed the boy's embarrassment and quickly smoothed things over.
"Just can you tell Auntie why you want to shake hands with your sister?"
"Because my sister is very cute and I like her very much. When I grow up, I want to..."
"Shut up." 'Old father' Xing Sijue was obviously about to explode.
This stinky boy has always been thinking about his daughter even when he was young, and he talks so much about tigers and wolves, yet he still wants to marry her?
Absolutely not allowed.
Jiang Song didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In fact, what could the child be thinking about? He just looked cute and wanted to play with her.
"You can shake hands with your sister, but you have to ask her before she agrees."
Jiang Song said gently, asking Xing Sijue to squat down a little so that the child could reach it.
The little boy blinked, "But my sister can't understand what I'm saying."
Jiang Song nodded, "My sister understands. If she likes you, she will touch you."
Sure enough, Wan Wan had a very bold and unrestrained personality, so she took action directly, grabbing the little brother's hand and laughing heartily.
Xing Sijue was so angry that his teeth almost fell out.
After the little boy left, Xing Sijue took out alcohol wipes and wiped his hands.
Jiang Song scratched his head, "As for it?"
"This kind of boy will not be allowed to appear next to Juanwan in the future." He became even more annoyed.
If Wanwan is so cute, there must be many people who have other plans in the future.
Jiang Song raised his eyebrows and said, "The child just wants to make friends."
Xing Sijue didn't say anything. He was so angry that he hugged Wanwan and walked away.
His usually cold and distant voice now became doting when he and Huanwan introduced the objects of this world.
"Buanwan, these are tea leaves..."
Jiang Song hugged Jianjian and looked at it from a distance.
In fact, she really thinks about it sometimes.
If Xing Sijue knew that Wanwan was his biological daughter, would he be happy?
If Xing Sijue knew the truth, would everything get better? He would not stop her and would love the two children wholeheartedly.
However, these are just guesses. Jiang Song shook his head.
Leave these ridiculous thoughts behind.
Jianjian hugged Jiang Song and suddenly kissed him.
Jiang Song's depression disappeared in an instant, and all his worries were easily resolved by the two little angels.
Just right.
Even if one day everything in the world becomes difficult.