Mr. Fu also wants to be in charge today

Fu Ziji was bathed first, and the medicine was rubbed on him before Yun Man went to wash himself. When he came out, he found his son with his back to her, digging and digging in his small schoolbag with his little hands, and finally took out a wrinkle from it. Baba things come.

Looking at the storybook, Fu Ziji nodded in satisfaction, turned around and saw her, his eyes lit up, and he ran towards her with his arms open, "Mom!"

Yun Man was still a little uncomfortable with his son's sudden enthusiasm these two days, and when he saw the book in his hand, confusion flashed in his eyes.

Doesn't Xiao Jin have a cleanliness?His things have always been neat and tidy, how could it be like this now.

Fu Ziji also noticed that his book was too wrinkled, so he hid it behind his back in embarrassment, pinched it with his hands, trying to smooth it, looked at her, and murmured: "Mom, I will definitely take good care of the book from now on."

Dad also disliked him because of this.

Seeing his anxious expression, and unexpectedly remembering how he was crying in the mall today, Yun Man softened her heart and stepped forward to hug him, "It's okay, the schoolbag is too small, I don't blame Xiao Jin."

She is not angry?

Fu Ziji looked at her for a long time, sure that it was true, and then a smile slowly appeared on his little face, pure and sincere, easy to be satisfied.

Yun Man couldn't help laughing, lay on the bed with him in his arms, picked up the storybook, "Mom tell you?"

"Okay!" Fu Ziji blinked, nestled in her arms obediently, and looked up at her from time to time.

Mom is so pretty, and the stories she tells are so nice.

He yawned, rubbed his little head against her body, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Seeing this, Yun Man also stopped, and casually touched the contours of the face with her fingertips, there was no trace of disguise, it was a real person.

She squeezed the space between her brows, and was a little speechless because of her inexplicable doubts. Isn't this her son? Why are there so many thoughts? Could there be someone who looks exactly like Xiao Jin in this world?
She was flipping through the fairy tale book, and accidentally saw a picture on the last page, a man and a woman, and the child in the middle smiled brightly.

Very simple graffiti, but very touching.

Xiao Jin also wants his father.

When he was very young, he also asked about her father, and then one day, he suddenly stopped asking. He thought he just didn't care, maybe, it was just that he covered it up well.

"Mom." The little man in his arms moved and burrowed into her arms. Even in his sleep, there was a contented smile on his lips. She couldn't help but leaned over and sucked on his face. .

Accidentally seeing the man in "Family Portrait", his face was painted green and his eyes were burning with red flames, she burst out laughing again, is this what his father looks like in his heart?A fire-breathing Hulk?
Fu family.

After taking a shower, Yun Jin wiped her head with a towel in her hand, and stepped out in small slippers. When she saw the figure on the bed, she stopped.

Fu Shaochen also put down the book in his hand, stretched out his long hand to take the towel, "Come here."

Seeing his intention, Yun Jin frowned, and directly refused: "No, I can do it myself."

As he said that, he was going to get back the towel, but he didn't want him to get off the bed. The height of 1.9 meters was far from being comparable to his current height.

He looked up in displeasure, but before seeing the man's expression, his head was covered by the towel. The man's big hand was holding his shoulder to prevent him from moving, and the other hand was wrapped in a towel and rubbed his head back and forth. There is no way, and the strength is so strong that it seems to want to squeeze him bald!
Yun Jin couldn't help but wonder if he found out that he was impersonating, and that's why he tortured him like this!

Uncomfortably, he stretched out his hand to push him away, but the man remained motionless, unable to shake the slightest bit, noticing his movement, he comforted him impatiently: "It will be fine soon."

Feeling that it was almost done, he took the towel away, and underneath, Yun Jin's head exploded into a chicken coop.

You don't need to look, you can probably guess what it looks like just by thinking about it.

His small mouth was tightly pursed, and he was so angry that he couldn't hold back his demeanor and gave him a hard look. He turned back to the bathroom with a cold face, looked at the chicken nest head in the mirror, his small face darkened, took a deep breath, and combed it with a comb. Tidy, this is a long sigh of relief.

After a while, he returned to the room and saw the man lying on the bed again, he frowned, "Come down."

Sensing his anger, Fu Shaochen's eyes flashed puzzled.

Obviously Fu Shaohang told him to have more parent-child interaction, so that the relationship between father and son can be closer, so he just wanted to wipe his head for him just now, but he didn't seem happy.

At this time, the phone rang, and he picked it up and looked at it.

[Fu Shaohang: Brother, it’s definitely not enough once. You ignored Jubao for too long before. How can the child forgive you all at once? Take it step by step and keep working hard. Tell him a bedtime story and stick to it for a month or so. It's almost there. 】

a month?so long?

Fu Shaochen frowned, looked up at his son's indifferent face, and sighed.

"I'll sleep with you tonight."

He wants to sleep with him?

Yun Jin was 1 unhappy, and wondered if this was the way he and Fu Ziji got along in the past, worried about revealing his secrets, so he could only climb up from the other side of the bed, cling to the bed, and stay away from him.

He covered the summer cool quilt, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and closed his eyes.

His breath was not calm yet, and he could see that he was angry. After pondering for a moment, Fu Shaochen picked up the book on the bedside table, and said expressionlessly: "Once upon a time..."

Yun Jin opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at the man beside him in disbelief.

Sensing his movement, Fu Shaochen turned his head to look at him, and said seriously: "I ignored you before, and I will spend more time with you in the future."

He frowned, and finally made a concession, "For the next month, I will read you a bedtime story every day."

a month?

Yun Jin's little face, which had just worked hard to calm down, showed a tendency to crack again.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Shaochen thought he had acquiesced, and sighed in his heart. Although Fu Shaohang was unreliable, he was right, and he should spend some time with him.

Making up his mind, he continued to read the story.

His voice has no ups and downs, his indifference is as serious as if he is reading some laws and regulations.

Yun Jin's drowsiness was gradually dispelled by him. In the dark night, the breath of a man enveloped him. He couldn't help turning his head to look at him, and then quickly looked away, full of disgust.

He was extremely clear-headed at the moment, and he barely felt sleepy again at four or five o'clock, and was woken up by the biological clock at seven o'clock, so that he lost his face when he saw Fu Shaochen the next day.

Let Fu Ziji come back when he finds an opportunity, and let him take on this paternal hobby.

He is not his son, but he can't bear it.

He didn't want to talk to him, and Fu Shaochen also had the habit of keeping his mouth shut. The father and son finished their meal in silence, each with tense faces, more like enemies.

Fu Shaochen put down his chopsticks, and then said, "I have to go to the company today, so you can follow along."

Yun Jin slowly put down her chopsticks and looked at him expressionlessly.

Oh, it's fatherly love again.