After the divorce, I abused my ex-husband thousands of times

Seeing Jiang Shiyi coming, Gu Yan asked Sister Chen to leave work early and go home.

Liang Siyou said that he would have dinner with Fu Qingcheng tonight, but he didn't come back, so this meal was a real family of three eating together.

Miya hasn't seen Jiang Shiyi for a few days, so she is very clingy to him now, and she has to sit next to him when eating.

Considering the limited number of meetings between father and daughter, Gu Yan let Mia go.

Little Mia has just started learning to eat by herself. She is a bit clumsy when she sits on a higher child's seat. When the spoon in Xiaopang's hand is tilted, the rice is spilled out.

Jiang Shiyi next to him was innocently lying on the gun, and several grains of rice splashed out stained his face and hair.

He frowned and turned his face to the side, only to see Mia pointing at his face and laughing.

Jiang Shiyi: "..."

The little girl's own face was actually stained with rice grains, but she didn't realize it.

Gu Yan was sitting opposite, seeing this scene, she wanted to laugh and was worried at the same time.

She wanted to laugh because she had never seen Jiang Shiyi like this before, and she was worried because she felt that Jiang Shanyi would change his nature, and was afraid that his young master would get angry again and get angry with Mia.

She hurriedly said, "Mia, you'd better sit by Mommy's side..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Shiyi interrupted her.

"It's okay." He raised his hand and took a tissue from the table to wipe his face, with a helpless smile on his lips.

It's true that he hasn't dealt with children much, but Mia is his daughter. Although she sometimes looks like a tormenting little devil, he still finds it cute.

He took another wipe and began to wipe Mia's face.

"Uncle feed you, okay?"

Seeing Mia stirring the soup bowl with the spoon in her hand, he thought it was best to strike first, otherwise it would be troublesome when the soup splashed on his face.

Mia pouted, and said in a low voice, "Mia eats by herself."

Gu Yan interrupted: "Mia, then you have to be careful, you can't get it on Uncle Jiang again."

Mia nodded solemnly.

Jiang Shiyi was not too relieved, looked away, and asked Gu Yan hesitantly: "Can a two-year-old child eat by itself?"

"Yes, always feed her, never learn," Gu Yan explained: "Now she is slowly cultivating her ability to eat by herself, but at this stage she always spills food everywhere."

Jiang Shiyi frowned, and glanced at Mia again.

Miya didn't concentrate on eating, and after a while, she started calling Uncle Jiang again.

Jiang Shiyi asked her: "What's wrong?"

Mia pushed her own bowl, then pointed to the soup bowl.

Gu Yan reminded that yes: "She wants you to help her mix rice with soup. She still eats more liquid food. I have added water to the rice, but she may still feel a little dry."

Jiang Shiyi began to bibimbap for Mia.

Now, the little girl hugged the bowl and finally ate quietly for a while.

Gu Yan sighed and said, "It's just like eating with children, it's very troublesome."

Jiang Shiyi glanced at Mia, with a smile on his lips, "I don't find it troublesome."

"That's because you seldom eat with her."

Although Gu Yan said this, she didn't really find Mia annoying. Seeing Jiang Shiyi being so patient with Mia, her feeling was actually quite subtle.

She ate with Mia with him, and chatted about these rare homework and the topic of raising children.

She remembered what Liang Siyou once said: Jiang Shiyi may not be a good man, but he should be a good father.

Suddenly, she was in a trance.

If they hadn't divorced back then, wouldn't the family of three still sit and eat together in the house in Rongcheng now?
That way, Mia would call him "Daddy."

In fact, Jiang Shiyi didn't eat very well during this meal, after all, Miya kept moving around beside her, and wanted to talk to him from time to time.

However, he was very steady in his heart.

All the dishes that Gu Yan cooks tonight are all his favorites. This kind of taste is something he hasn't seen for a long time.

So tonight's meal, to him, was as good as a dream, his last family members in this world, and also his two favorite people, were by his side.

He hoped that time could stop there.

But of course it was impossible, and just as the meal was about to end, Mia did another big thing.

She knocked over the bowl.

At this moment, all the soup and rice inside spilled out.

Miya herself got a little drenched, but the hardest hit area was on Jiang Shiyi's side.

His white shirt was unreadable, and even his trousers were covered with soup and rice grains.

Seeing this, Gu Yan was a little angry, her face sank, and her voice was hard, "Mia, what did Mommy tell you just now?"

Mia froze for a moment, her small mouth was tightly pursed, her eyes turned red, and tears rolled inside.

Jiang Shiyi was wiping his clothes with a paper towel, and when he took a moment to look at Mia, he felt his heart being squeezed. He said to Gu Yan, "Don't be mean to the child, it's fine, it's just a piece of clothing."

After finishing speaking, she didn't even wipe her own clothes, and turned her head to coax Mia, "Mia is not crying, uncle is fine, be good..."

Gu Yan raised her hand and rubbed her temples. Pei Sinian said before that she would spoil the child, but now it seems that Jiang Shiyi is more likely to spoil the child too much.

Children don't have much discernment, and Xiao Mia is full of grievances at the moment, her mother is fierce to her, but Uncle Jiang, who was accidentally thrown into the soup by her, coaxes her gently, and she instinctively slips into Jiang Shiyi's arms.

Jiang Shiyi was caught off guard, and was thrown into the arms of the little girl, and he remembered something, "Uncle is dirty."

Mia didn't care at all and hugged him tightly.

Gu Yan rubbed her temples, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "It's okay, she's also dirty."

The father and daughter got dirty together.

Both Miya and Jiang Shiyi's clothes were stained with soup, Mia was easy to deal with, Gu Yan quickly showered her and changed her clothes, but Jiang Shiyi...

After finishing her work, she came out of the bathroom and said to Jiang Shiyi, "There are no men's clothes here."

Jiang Shiyi thought this was a good thing, and he thought for a while, "Then I'll call and ask He Liang to bring the clothes over. Can I borrow your bathroom? I need to wipe it off."

Of course, it was impossible for Gu Yan to stop him. After he finished calling, she took him to the bathroom.

She rummaged through boxes and cabinets for a while, but couldn't find any new towels and bath towels, "We just moved here, and some things are not ready, otherwise..."

She paused, her voice lowered a little, "Can you make do with mine?"

After she finished speaking, her face turned hot again, "Forget it, can you wait a little longer? I'll go downstairs and buy you a new one."

"No need," Jiang Shiyi said while taking off his shirt, all in a mess, "just use yours."

Just as Gu Yan raised her eyes, she met the man's back, and she froze for a moment.

The wound on Jiang Shiyi's back was still covered with white gauze.

She thought of the festering wound, and her heart tightened.

Seeing that the man had reached for the shower, she hurriedly said, "You have wounds on your body, don't get wet."

When he was reminded by her, he also remembered.

He turned around, his expression was obviously not very good, "If it's like this, it can't be done without washing."

"Just wipe it off." When she saw him in front of him, the man's strong and powerful muscles came into her sight. Her heart beat a little fast and her movements were flustered. She stuffed the towel into his hand.

The bathroom was not big, and she felt a little lack of oxygen.

Jiang Shiyi didn't follow her movement to grab the towel, but grabbed her wrist with his backhand.

Gu Yan was startled, the man's body temperature was high, the hand holding her seemed to be ironed on her wrist, her ears were about to burn, "You, what are you doing..."

"Little Yan," he stared fixedly at her, his eyes were stained with a smile, his voice was low and magnetic, "Your face is very red."