He turned around and left. When he passed by Ye Lai, he said, "I can't talk to your son. You go and talk to him."
"What did you say?" Ye Lai was confused.
"Mom, what are you and Dad doing? Why are you so focused on something that you can't even hear the phone call?" Feng Sicheng had already walked over.
"What to do?" Ye Lai murmured.
Feng Yan on the side stopped stirring eggs and his eyes fell on Ye Lai.
He was so scared.
Afraid of Ye Lai's arrogance.
"Mom, don't lie to me." Feng Sicheng suddenly added.
Ye Lai cleared his throat and said, "Your father and I went for a walk in the countryside."
"It should be very quiet in the suburbs. How come you can't hear the phone?" Feng Sicheng insisted on asking for more details.
Ye Lai took a deep breath, "We are busy."
"What are you busy with?"
Ye Lai threw the spatula away and ran out of patience: "Are you a hundred thousand whys? Go upstairs and read your fairy tale book."
"I only asked a few questions, why are there hundreds of thousands of questions?" Feng Sicheng was unconvinced, "Besides, I care about my parents."
"Mom, you don't need to care about me now. Please come and care about me tomorrow." Ye Lai pointed at the door, "Hurry up."
Seeing his son being driven away, Feng Yan sighed: "Sure enough, bloodline suppression is more effective."
"Don't he have the same bloodline as you?" Ye Lai glanced at him.
Feng Yan quickly shut up.
Why are you still angry with him?
study.
Feng Yan rushed in angrily, and Feng Sicheng, who was flipping through the fairy tale book, was confused: "Why is dad here too? Is the meal ready?"
"Isn't it you?" Feng Yan glared at him, "You made your mother angry, and your mother also implicated me."
Picking up the cigarette, he turned around and added: "It's all up to you."
Feng Sicheng: "..."
-
Today's dinner is really a bit early.
"Wow! Mom's cooking is so delicious! It's simply the most delicious thing in the world!" Feng Sicheng praised after taking a bite.
Ye Lai suddenly raised his head: "Shut up and eat well."
"oh."
But while he was eating, Feng Sicheng asked again: "Mom and Dad, I'm just... very curious about knowledge. Maybe I inherited it from my parents, who are really too eager to learn."
Feng Yan narrowed his eyes, "What then?"
This kid is so narcissistic, who should he follow?
Feng Sicheng put down his chopsticks, "So, what are mom and dad doing in the countryside? Do you have some secrets that you don't want to share with your son?"
Ye Lai: "..."
Feng Yan: "..."
This kid...
Just when Feng Yan was about to answer in another way, he heard Ye Lai say: "Mom and dad are going to find your younger brothers and sisters."
"Brother and sister?" Feng Sicheng was stunned.
"Crack!"
Feng Yan's spoon fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.
"Where? Where!" Feng Sicheng looked around, "Why didn't I see it?"
"I haven't found it yet." Ye Lai said, "It's not certain whether I can find it or not, so is there anything else you're curious about?"
"How to find it?" Feng Sicheng was indeed full of endless curiosity, "Mom and dad, please take me with you next time. I'm smart and can help!"
Feng Yan: "..."
"Eat!" Ye Lai finally couldn't help shouting.
Feng Sicheng immediately grabbed the small chopsticks and started to eat the rice with all his strength.
-
night.
After taking a bath, Feng Sicheng ran to his parents' bed and lay there holding a bottle to drink.
The little guy is white, tender, and fragrant.
After they both finished washing and lay on either side of him, Feng Sicheng laughed: "Mom, Dad, I'm so happy."
Ye Lai was stunned and turned sideways to face his son, "What's going on?"
Feng Sicheng had a little left and gave it to his father, so he lay in the middle and dangled his legs.
In the bedroom, there was the immature voice of a little boy.
"We children are all little angels. A grandpa asked us to choose our parents."
Feng Sicheng lay there, his voice getting lower and lower, he must be sleepy.
"I saw my parents. I think my parents are very good. I want to come to you."
"Then, I became Feng Sicheng..."
"Mom and Dad, don't let me find you..."
After saying that, the little baby's legs stopped shaking and fell asleep lying there.
Feng Yan was the first to move. There was distress in his eyes. He picked up his son and shook him gently, then laid him down and covered them with the quilt.
They sandwiched their son between them, forming two high mountains to protect him from growing up safely.
-
Early in the morning.
In the villa that was in chaos, Feng Yan pulled his young son up to change clothes.
"Dad, these are sleeves! You can't put them on your head!"
"Both legs are in one trouser leg!"
"Dad! These two shoes have different sizes!"
I got up late today. Feng Yan is a person who hates being late. "Okay, let's just make it a day."
"How can this be done?" Feng Sicheng stood still, "My deskmate will find out. I am so shameless. I wear a different pair of shoes to study. If others laugh at me, they are laughing at you, dad."
This reason...
Feng Yan was really defeated by him.
After finishing this in a hurry, Feng Yan took some bread and eggs and dragged Feng Sicheng into the car.
Feng Sicheng: "...Dad, I don't like boiled eggs."
"You don't like to eat too much."
"Since you know, why are you still holding the eggs?" Feng Sicheng held the eggs without peeling them and had no intention of eating them.
"Compared with being hungry, which one would you choose?" Feng Yan didn't have that much patience.
Sometimes he is very curious. Neither he nor Ye Lai have very good patience. How come Feng Sicheng is so patient?
But thinking about it, Ye Lai was very patient in the beginning.
Feng Sicheng over there had been thinking hard for a long time, and finally said solemnly: "Then I'd better go hungry."
Feng Yan: "...Would you rather not eat?"
"I would rather rot than do that..." Feng Sicheng tried hard to think of that idiom.
Feng Yan kindly reminded: "It is better to lack than to overuse."
"Yes!" Feng Sicheng puffed out his chest: "I would rather go hungry than eat boiled eggs. If I eat them, I will not only wrong myself, but also wrong others' eggs."
Feng Yan was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "Can you stop talking so high-sounding?"
"Okay." Feng Sicheng was discouraged, "The kindergarten has prepared breakfast. There will be delicious porridge on Monday. You can drink it with your classmates."
"Son." Feng Yan approached him, "Don't you have a girl you like?"
Feng Sicheng's eyes widened, "Isn't this normal?"
"How can it be normal?" Feng Yan frowned.
How old is he?
Feng Sicheng asked again: "Is it normal that I like boys?"
Feng Yan: "..."
"I mean you are still young." Feng Yan said seriously.
Feng Sicheng said seriously: "Dad, don't let your age matter. In ancient times, there were three-year-old children who ascended the throne and proclaimed themselves emperors. So dad should be lucky that when your son was three years old, he never thought of plotting to usurp the throne, take away your family property, and make you a widow.
elder."
Feng Yan choked completely: "..."
When he arrived at the kindergarten, Feng Sicheng got out of the car gracefully, and then bowed to him, "Goodbye, Father!"