The man slapped him back and said, "It's none of your business. Are you done asking?"
"Dad is too cunning and didn't answer me properly at all!" Hanhan said unwillingly.
"When did I say that I would give you a good answer?" The man knocked on his little head and became a little impatient. "After you finish asking, leave quickly. I don't have time to play with you."
Hanhan's little face bulged with anger and his eyes rolled.
He suddenly thought of a good idea.
The little guy approached mysteriously: "Dad, you know that my mother's face is not her true appearance, right? Have you seen her true appearance?"
The man smiled half-heartedly and said, "What tricks do you want to play again?"
"No, I just thought of a question." Han Han blinked and said maliciously, "Beibei told me today that there is no shortage of people chasing my mother. There are many people who want to marry her."
The man raised his eyebrows: "What then?"
Hanhan smiled slyly: "Then I thought, before my mother returned to Beijing, when she lived outside with Beibei, she should have used her real appearance, right? Dad has also seen my mother's real appearance, she is very beautiful, right?
?Are there many men who like her and want to pursue her?"
Zhan Beihan: "..."
He suddenly fell silent, and that fleeting face flashed through his mind.
Let’s not talk about five years ago.
Five years later, he only met once.
It was the time when Xiao Lingyue was tricked by Yao Wuchen and accidentally fell off her horse.
That is by no means a face that is easily forgotten.
The little guy said in a faint tone: "Where did my mother live before? How many people did she meet and how many things happened to her? Do she have any particularly good friends? Does anyone want to marry her and go home? My mother never said these things.
But, dad doesn’t know either, right?”
Zhan Beihan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Han Han with admiration.
It's hard for his little mind to think of these things.
but.
"What do you want to say?" Zhan Beihan asked with a half-smile.
Han Han said seriously: "I think the way Beibei talked to me today didn't sound like a joke. He told me very seriously that my mother is not short of people to chase her. There must have been many bad men like the young marquis in the past.
He has evil intentions towards my mother."
Zhan Beihan became interested: "So?"
Han Han patted his thigh and said righteously: "So, dad, if you don't work hard and seize the opportunity to marry my mother back home, my mother will run away with the bad men outside and won't marry you!"
Zhan Beihan: "..."
Hanhan said angrily: "If mother runs away, I will go with her and Beibei, leaving daddy alone in the palace, with no one to warm the bed at night, how miserable it is!"
"
Zhan Beihan: "..."
The corner of the man's mouth twitched for a moment, and he couldn't help but ask: "Who told you the word "warm bed"?
Han Han said loudly: "Mother told me."
Man: "...she told you this?"
"That's right." Hanhan didn't realize the problem, and he said confidently, "Beibei was not feeling well before, and it was freezing when he slept at night. I was afraid that he would be cold, so I hugged him to sleep every day. My mother laughed at me because I was trying to warm Beibei.
In bed."
Zhan Beihan: "..." He was silent for a moment.
Hanhan said proudly: "I warm Beibei's bed every day, and he sleeps soundly."
The man put his hand on his forehead and took a breath slowly, realizing that he really shouldn't think too much about talking to a five-year-old bastard.
"You mean, if I marry your mother home, someone will warm the bed?" The man regained his composure, curled his thin lips in a bad way, and nodded, "Okay, I will remember this.
I'll tell your mother later."
Let’s see how your mother handles you! This chapter has been completed!