Wangzi cried at the top of his lungs. He was really sad when he was woken up by the fright, and tears fell line by line. But now, there was not a drop of tears in the corners of his eyes. It was only thundering but not raining. He was obviously pretending to cry.
This kid learned how to play porcelain at a young age.
Ye Zhenzhen's heart was clear, but Cui Weizhen didn't understand.
As a novice father, he left Beijing on business after his child was born in the third year of school. When he left, the child was still the size of a palm. Now he has grown into a little chubby boy who is not light in weight. Look at how strong his little chubby legs are and his chest was kicked by him.
When I arrived, I felt pain intermittently.
Cui Weizhen looked into his son's round black eyes, his heart tightened and his throat felt dry. He actually felt more nervous than ever before. The last time he was so nervous was when he had a wedding with Zhen'er.
He was immediately in a hurry and wanted to reach out to hug the child, but Wang Zai rudely slapped him away. He was sad and disappointed, and couldn't help but look at Ye Zhen Zhen: "Zhen'er, Wang Zai dislikes me?"
Ye Zhenzhen could completely understand his mood. She felt extremely guilty after leaving the child for two months, not to mention Cui Weizhen who had not been involved in the child's growth from beginning to end.
She quickly comforted him: "No, how could the baby dislike his father? He is not used to you yet. He will be fine in a few days."
Cui Weizhen was doubtful, but when he saw the child's face that was 70% similar to his, his heart felt incredibly soft. A kind of joy and emotion that belonged to blood connection arose spontaneously. He finally believed what Zhen'er said, that the power of blood is incomparable.
It makes sense.
Wangzi probably also felt this power. His crying became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped completely. He looked curiously at the strange man in front of him, his dark and bright eyes moving slowly.
It looks innocent and innocent.
He was raised in the backyard, and most of the time he saw women. Even if he occasionally saw the boys in the outer courtyard, he had no chance to get close. Therefore, today was the first time he had been close to an adult male.
Although there was some resistance at first, it was soon replaced by curiosity.
No, his little chubby paw restlessly stretched out to touch the stubble on Cui Weizhen's chin. The sting hurt him, and he immediately frowned, stared with big eyes, and began to babbling and scolding.
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't hold it back for a moment and burst out laughing.
Cui Weizhen couldn't hold back the smile on his face, and even stabbed Wang Zai's hand with his stubble very maliciously. Wang Zai suffered a loss and hid his little hands very vigilantly, and his babbling became more and more intense.
He is louder, his expression is serious and cute, and he looks more and more similar to Cui Weizhen.
Cui Weizhen also noticed it, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, as if he was looking at himself again from a different angle, and couldn't help but said: "So this is what I look like when I am angry."
"Isn't that right? Wang Zai is picking on your appearance."
Ye Zhenzhen's words were sour, Cui Weizhen recognized it as soon as he heard it, and said quickly: "It's not exactly like me. Look at Wangzi's ears and mouth, they look a lot like you."
Ye Zhenzhen looked left and right, but still couldn't see any difference, so she could only comfort herself and said: "Fortunately, he looks good, no matter who he looks like, Wangzi will be handsome and prosperous when he grows up.
handsome man."
As a man, Cui Weizhen didn't care much about appearance, but as long as the mother was happy, he complimented her very politely: "Zhen'er gave birth to a good child."
Ye Zhenzhen was immediately elated and smiled even more joyfully.