Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

Duan Yuhui was in a mess, he went straight to the study and took out cigarettes one by one.

Sanity is divided into two halves, half are reprimanding Mu Zi's absurd remarks, and half are worried about his son's various abnormalities.

There was a large pile of soot in the ashtray, and the impetuosity in my heart was not relieved at all.

He was uneasy, thought about it for a while, opened the door to the dining room.

Did not approach, just stood in the distance, watching Zhuang Jia and Duan Siqi sitting at the table for dinner.

Duan Siqi refused to eat vegetables, Zhuang Jia said: "How can children be picky eaters? Picky eaters will have acne on their faces, so you can't be a handsome boy in the future!"

Duan Siqi confidently said: "Sister, aren't you also picky eaters? I saw you picked out the fat!"

Zhuang Jia blushed and argued: "Fat meat is not nutritious, you will gain weight if you eat it..."

"No, this is pork belly. The pork belly is all like this, one layer is fat and one thin layer, and the other layer is thin and one layer fat..."

"Oh, you kid, you won't be liked if you are too smart!"

At the table, the two argued with each other, and the servant who delivered the food beside him couldn't help but laughed at him from time to time by the young master's childish words.

Duan Siqi refused to eat vegetables anyway, and suddenly ran to the glass case on the side, took out a bottle of unbranded wine from it, and said, "Sister, if you can drink this, I will eat the vegetables."

The servant smiled and said: "Master, please spare Miss Zhuang, she can't drink this wine, she will be drunk."

Duan Siqi narrowed his mouth, somewhat aggrieved.

Zhuang Jia couldn't bear to bear, and immediately said, "It's okay, I'm drinking well, this bit of wine is not a problem! Qi Qi, you have to count your words!"

Duan Siqi immediately raised a smile, ran over with the wine bottle, and poured wine to Zhuang Jia.

The slap-sized wine glass poured about two-thirds of it.

"You take a sip, if it's awful, forget it." Duan Siqi looked at Zhuang Jia eagerly, his big eyes full of expectation, and he looked very cute.

Zhuang Jia laughed and said: "A bite is nothing, I drink all of a cup, and you have to eat all the vegetables!"

"Yes." Duan Siqi nodded.

Zhuang Jia poured the glass of wine in one sip.

Duan Siqi really abides by Chengruo and eats the vegetables in his bowl.

When Duan Yuhui saw this scene in the distance, his thoughts were complicated and beyond words.

The bottle of wine is his private possession, and the stamina is very strong. When he usually drinks, he just takes a delicate small glass, pours half of it, and sips slowly.

Like Zhuang Jia, you must be drunk.

If it was before, Duan Yuhui was only a child and ignorant, but Mu Zi's words were nailed to his heart, as if his well-behaved son would lead him to think about that no matter what he did.

Duan Yuhui turned and went back to the study, telling himself over and over again, don't be influenced by Mu Zi, don't be bewitched...don't...

He sat in the study for a long time.

Later, he heard a slight voice outside.

"Sister, go this way..."

It is Duan Siqi's voice.

Duan Yuhui was slightly taken aback, and then tightened his heart abruptly.

Could it be that Mu Zi was right again?

He pressed his lips tightly, his face became more gloomy, then slowly got up, trying to open the door of the study without making any noise—then he saw Zhuang Jia holding his head and staggering into his bedroom...

The tutor also entered his room. At that time, he only treated the other side as a seduce, but what about Zhuang Jia?

Without Duan Siqi's guidance, Zhuang Jia would never know which room was the master bedroom!

Duan Yuhui's heart was cold. It was like being immersed in the cold lake water, and his limbs were numb with the cold.

He didn't want to use malice to speculate on his most beloved son, but the scene before him had to make him think.

Duan Yuhui walked out, step by step to the bedroom door.

His innocent son that day took a pair of scissors and cut out the buttons of Zhuang Jia's clothes one by one...