Zhan Beihan was sitting alone behind his desk, seemingly writing something. When he heard the noise, he looked up and saw a small figure rushing in menacingly.
The guard at the door stretched out his hands in vain and said in a voice that was about to cry, "Young prince, you can't go in..."
Hanhan turned a deaf ear and ran quickly to the desk, standing on tiptoes and slapping the table heavily with her little hands.
boom!
There was a muffled sound.
The little guy looked serious: "Daddy, I have something to tell you."
man:"......"
He raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at the anxious guards outside the door: "Go down."
"Yes." The guard immediately stepped back and closed the door.
The man looked at his son who was leaning on the table on tiptoe and sneered: "Aren't you tired of lying on your stomach?"
Hanhan didn't speak, and looked at him seriously with a pair of big eyes.
Zhan Beihan dropped the pen casually, not caring that the ink on the tip of the pen stained the white rice paper. He leaned back on the chair behind him and said in a lukewarm voice: "Whatever you want to say, just say it."
Hanhan looked at him unhappily, and then glanced at the desk in the middle.
Zhan Beihan's desk is very large, made of solid wood, wide and heavy.
Higher than the little guy's chest.
Han Han was too lazy to go around and talk, so he simply propped himself up on the desk, stepped on the carvings on the edge of the desk with his little feet, and nimbly climbed onto the desk.
The man frowned and looked at him: "Who taught you the rules of climbing on the desk to talk? Come down."
"No." Han Han refused.
Not only did he climb onto the desk, he also climbed up in front of the man, sat down on the white paper on which he was practicing calligraphy, and sat face to face with the man, eye level, with a very serious expression on his little face.
"Dad, I have something to ask you."
The man's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his voice was cold: "Say."
Hanhan asked: "Will you marry your mother?"
The man was slightly startled, then said with a half-smile, "Who asked you to ask? Your mother?"
Hanhan shook his head: "No, I wanted to ask myself."
Zhan Beihan lost interest in an instant and reached out to lift the little guy down: "You don't need to worry about this kind of thing, let's go and play."
Hanhan grabbed his finger in desperation and opened her eyes angrily: "Why can't I know? Dad, you are just as partial as mother!"
The man sneered: "Who do I favor?"
"I'm partial to Beibei." Han Han said aggrievedly, "I don't even know what Beibei knows. You guys are hiding everything from me and not telling me!"
The man hit his son unceremoniously: "Beibei is smarter than you."
Hanhan: "??"
The man added: "He would never ask this king such stupid questions."
Hanhan: "......"
The little guy was greatly shocked and has not recovered yet.
The man held his shirt with one hand, took him off the desk and put him on the ground. Seeing the crumpled paper on the table, he frowned in displeasure and said, "Don't come here to make trouble with me, come to your mother."
Go and kiss..."
Before he could finish his words to drive people away, Hanhan hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Dad, please tell me first."
The man squinted at him, mentally considering the feasibility of just carrying the person and throwing him out.
The next second.
Hanhan said angrily: "Of course Beibei will not come to ask you such a question. He wishes that his mother would not marry you!"
Man: "...Tsk."
He let go of his hand impatiently: "What exactly do you want to ask?"
Han Han immediately said: "Will you marry your mother?"
Man: "Yes."
...
Hearing this short and straightforward answer, the little guy was stunned and looked at him blankly.
The man met his suspicious gaze: "Are you done asking?"
Will he marry his mother? This chapter has been completed!