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Hearing this, Xiaotuanzi obediently turned sideways, and put his face in front of her.

Song Yan couldn't help laughing, raised the wet towel in her hand, and gently wiped the lipstick marks on his face one by one.

Children's skin is often delicate and fragile, and cannot withstand any friction.

Song Yan had taken a new towel on purpose, thinking it was softer than the old towel, and soaked it in hot water, it was already soft enough, but even so, under her deliberate light movements, Xiaotuanzi's tender face was still soft. It was wiped with a red mark, which looked particularly conspicuous and glaring.

Song Yan frowned slightly.

After wiping off the traces of lipstick, she gently touched the red spot with her fingertips, and couldn't help but complain to herself: "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't need towels, just use cotton pads, I have a lot of them. "

Lu Yan took a deep look at his son's face, and said indifferently: "It's okay, this mark will disappear soon, I'm not so delicate."

Song Yan didn't think so, and her brows were still slightly frowned: "It's not a matter of being delicate or not, children's skin is very thin and fragile, and it's easy to scratch, so you can't be careless."

She thought about it, but still felt a little uneasy, so she asked Lu Yanchen, "Last time I saw that there seemed to be a medical kit for home use in the cabinet in the living room, and I don't know if there is any cooling cream or aloe vera gel in it. ? I'll go and see, if there is any, it's better to wipe it!"

As she said that, she was about to turn around and go to the living room, but Lu Yanchen grabbed her arm and looked at her with a slight frown: "Don't be so cautious, Cheng Cheng is a boy, don't treat him like a little girl take care of."

But it's just that the face is a little red, and the skin hasn't even broken, so why do you need to apply ointment specially?

Lu Yanchen didn't think it was necessary, boys were not raised so delicately, and they were not from a little girl's house...

Song Yan's nervousness was completely exaggerated.

Song Yan rolled her eyes inwardly, and said a little funnyly: "I didn't treat him as a little girl! It's just that his injury is not healed now, can he be careful or be careful, what if there are bacteria? Besides, I am myself I don't want you to go find it, I don't think it's troublesome, but you think it's the first thing? Is it your son or my son?"

Still not a real dad? ?

Song Yan's words were not an angry accusation, and she also knew that Lu Yanchen had no other intentions, she just said this half-jokingly and half-jokingly.

Unexpectedly, after Lu Yan Shen heard the words, he slightly raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there a difference?"

Song Yan didn't react for a while, she was surprised and said: "What?"

Lu Yan looked at her with deep eyes, his eyes were deep, and there seemed to be a hint of deep meaning in his eyes, and he repeated: "Is it my son or your son, is there any difference?"

Song Yan's heart was shaken, and she suddenly looked up at him: "..."

What does this mean?
She would be a little confused for a while, and didn't dare to think about other deeper aspects, so she froze in place.

Lu Yanchen was not in a hurry to speak, he let go of her arm, reached out to take the towel in her hand, and threw it on the small tea table, then turned his gaze back and landed on her.

The towel was not completely wrung out, and the fiber was still rich in water vapor. When it fell on the coffee table, a small water mark soon condensed and slowly stained.

Song Yan came back to her senses and felt that she didn't need to think too much, the more she thought about it, the more complicated it became.

She raised her eyes and said in a relaxed and calm tone as much as possible: "Mr. Lu, what do you say? There is still a difference, right?"

One is the biological father and the other is an outsider.

Isn't the difference obvious enough?

Lu Yan looked at her deeply, and said lightly, "Cheng Cheng calls me father and your mother, what's the difference?"

Song Yan froze for a moment, "You mean... this?"

She looked a little surprised, and blinked her eyes in a daze. After makeup, the eyelashes that looked extraordinarily long and curly, fluttered twice like a beautiful small fan.

It is also like the wings of a butterfly, landing lightly and delicately on the heart.

Lu Yanchen's attention was subconsciously attracted for a second, and then he withdrew his attention. His thin lips curled up slightly like a smile, and he asked instead, "Otherwise, what do you think I'm referring to?"

Song Yan's heart thumped violently, and her face seemed to burn faintly again, she didn't know whether it was embarrassment or embarrassment.

Okay.

I obviously said don't think about it, don't think about it...

In the end, I still unknowingly misunderstood, really... inexplicably embarrassing...

She avoided the man's eyes, turned her head slightly, and suddenly said with a look of sudden realization: "By the way, I suddenly remembered that there is aloe vera gel in my room! I bought it before and haven't used it yet. The calming effect of aloe vera gel is pretty good, I'll go get it and give it to Cheng Cheng!"

After finishing speaking, she didn't even look at Lu Yanchen, nor cared about his reaction, and ran out the door quickly.

Naturally, I didn't bother to answer his question...

Lu Yan glanced at the towels on the coffee table, and then at the door of the room where she walked in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to close the door. The arc of her thin lips, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile, became deeper and deeper, with no clear meaning.

"Father, what the hell is mom up to? Why do you keep running around?" Sitting on Lu Yanchen's arm, Xiao Tuanzi, who watched the whole process, was at a loss. He couldn't help stretching out his small hand to grab the man's clothes , asked childishly.

"It's okay, let's go out first." Lu Yanchen didn't explain and answered, but walked out of the room with Xiaotuanzi in his arms, walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, and put his son aside.

The butler just came out of the kitchen and saw both father and son, so he went forward to report: "Master, Miss Song just told me to let the kitchen prepare some light food tonight, I have already arranged it. Do you have any other command?"

"No, just do as she says." Lu Yanchen answered briefly, paused, and looked up at the butler again, "Also, from now on, you can do what she tells you directly, and you don't have to report to me a second time ,do you understand?"

The butler was stunned for a moment, his old-fashioned and serious face could not help showing a look of astonishment and shock, and even raised his head slightly, looking at Lu Yanchen, with a hesitant tone: "Master, is this... a bit out of order? ?”

He is the personal butler of the Lu family. Only the family members surnamed Lu are qualified to issue orders to him. Others do not have such capital, and it is impossible for him to obey others' orders and violate his own housekeeping principles.

Song Yan is in this apartment. At best, she is a guest. At worst, she is just a nanny who takes care of Xiaotuanzi. Her status is not much higher than that of the butler, and she may even be less prestigious than the butler...