Ye Ruge didn't have a video call with her father and daughter for too long. After chatting for a while, the video ended. They hoped she could have a good meal.
She put down her cell phone and turned around to see the little guy looking at the rice in a bowl in deep concentration.
"Why don't you eat?" She gave him another dish: "This broccoli is not bad, you can eat more."
The little guy felt even more uncomfortable. He really wished she was mommy.
"What's wrong? The food is not to your liking?" Ye Ruge saw that he seemed to be crying: "Is it still the wound on your back that hurts?"
He shook his head, unable to express the pain and thoughts in his heart. After all, he was not good at expressing himself.
"What's going on?" Ye Ruge couldn't help but feel strange.
The little guy held it in for a while and finally uttered: "The food you cook is so delicious."
Ye Ruge was slightly startled, then smiled, was it so delicious that he wanted to cry?
"Then you should eat more."
Just as she finished speaking, she heard the little guy's low voice: "You will be my mommy."
His voice was very soft, but she still heard it and looked at him in surprise, the desire in his eyes was so strong.
At that moment, something hit her heart so hard that she almost blurted out and agreed to him, "Okay."
It was really strange, this child always gave her some strange feelings.
But she hasn't even figured out his true identity yet.
"By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?"
The little guy seemed unwilling to mention his name. He hesitated for a moment before speaking: "He called me a brat?"
Brat? What kind of name is that? Who is he?
"Grandma calls me good grandson."
Ye Ruge: "..."
She looked at him for a while and guessed: "Your surname is Huo?"
She guessed that the child should belong to a relative in which room of the Huo family, otherwise Huo Yanxi would not have alerted Huo Yanxi's laborious search.
Another point is that this child's appearance is so outstanding that sometimes she even feels that he is somewhat similar to Huo Yanxi.
Her guess was correct. The little guy nodded and admitted that his surname was Huo.
"You don't like your name?" she asked again.
The little guy nodded again: "I don't like it."
She didn't know why she could guess his thoughts.
But since he is a child of the Huo family, after sending him back, she will no longer have anything to do with him.
"Call me Xiaobao." The little guy suddenly requested.
Ye Ruge: "Huh?"
"I hope mommy calls me that." He looked serious.
"But I'm not your mommy." Ye Ruge didn't want to recognize a child for no reason, and it was still a child of the Huo family.
The little guy was rejected and lowered his head silently, feeling sad again...
Ye Ruge pretended not to see it. She would not be soft-hearted towards the Huo family.
After the meal, Ye Ruge took out the cutting tools. The details of her latest design needed to be modified.
The little guy saw her drawing lines on a piece of fabric and then started cutting it with scissors.
"Can you make clothes?" he asked.
"Yes, I make clothes."
"Then can you make clothes for me?" he asked again.
Ye Ruge looked down at him and smiled faintly: "You should not be short of clothes."
But he wants the clothes she made by herself...
Ahem...he suddenly coughed a few times.
Ye Ruge looked at the time: "You can take cold medicine. The medicine is on the coffee table. You can pour some warm water to drink."
"Oh..." The little guy has always been obedient.
They didn't know that the apartment would be surrounded by police.
Su Nanqiu stared at the apartment building in front of him, thinking that his beloved grandson was tied up by human traffickers inside, and he became extremely anxious.
Gu Sinian: "It seems that this trafficker has done a lot of unscrupulous trafficking transactions. Otherwise, how could he afford to live in such a high-end apartment building?"
Huo Yanxi has been silent since watching the surveillance camera. Her expression is gloomy and uncertain. The figure of the woman wearing sunglasses is always in her mind...