Tell mommy, daddy is kneeling again

Lin Qi couldn't laugh or cry, "Is it just for this matter? Really Han Bao?"

Han Bao nodded, there seemed to be tears in his eyes, as if he had missed something very important.

Huo Tingyu was speechless for a while, especially when he saw Han Bao's tears hanging from the corners of his eyes in aggrieved way, they were about to fall and were crystal clear. He wouldn't be really upset about this, would he?

Mo Mo secretly cursed in his heart: This little guy, can't he be the CP fan of Mommy and Uncle Huo, right?

Huo Tingyu couldn't bear it, so he was about to go over and hug him up to wipe away his tears.

Han Bao's eyes lit up, and suddenly thought of something, he pushed him away, ran to the dining room, hugged a clumsy stool, and ran towards the phonograph.

The nanny was terrified, and hurried over, "Oh, my little ancestor, what are you doing?"

Han Bao ignored her, hugged the stool to the phonograph, climbed onto the stool, turned on the phonograph, and rummaged through the box to find a vinyl turntable, put it on the phonograph, plucked the needle, and soon, the melodious classical music was melodious flow.

Han Bao looked at Huo Tingyu, clenching his little pink fist, and there seemed to be little stars twinkling in his eyes.

Knowing son Moruo father.

Huo Tingyu seemed to understand his intention, raised his sword eyebrows, "No."

Han Bao raised his chest and wrapped his arms around him, a little angry.

Huo Tingyu said, "Don't make trouble."

Seeing the man's non-negotiable tone, Han Bao pouted, and he suddenly turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Huo Tingyu didn't know what he was going to do, so he followed him all the way.

As soon as Han Bao entered Huo Tingyu's room, he opened the closet, dragged out Huo Tingyu's large suitcase for business trips, pulled up the lever, and pushed the suitcase angrily to go out.

Huo Tingyu's tall figure blocked the door, and asked, "Just because I didn't promise you, you ran away from home with me?"

Han Bao got angry, pushed the suitcase to the floor, unlocked it, opened the suitcase, and lay down in the suitcase.

He is too thin, lying in the suitcase, neither big nor small, just right.

Huo Tingyu: "..." He really didn't know what this little guy was up to.

He lay down in the suitcase, closed the suitcase, and in the huge room, only the man standing there with a cold face and a suitcase containing the aggrieved Han Bao remained.

Huo Tingyu said, "Come out."

suitcase:"……"

Huo Tingyu said, "Han Bao, don't make me angry."

There was a "hum" from the suitcase.

Huo Tingyu couldn't bear it any longer, "Huo Tinghan!"

There was still no movement in the suitcase.

Huo Tingyu squatted down slowly, the suit on his body was elegantly folded because of his squatting movement, and said, "Come out, I promise you."

After five seconds of silence.

The suitcase was opened a slit, revealing Han Bao's sparkling eyes, with a glass bead-like texture, as if untainted by any impurities, pure and charming.

10 minute later.

Huo Tingdong walked out of the room with Han Bao in his arms.

He put Han Bao on the sofa, slightly adjusted his tie, and the cuff buttons on the cuffs of his suit, and said to the nanny, "Go back to your room."

"Yes."

The nanny asked again, "Do you want to turn off the gramophone?"

"Need not."

The nanny went back to the room.

Lin Qi looked at Han Bao suspiciously, and suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she saw Huo Tingyu walking towards her.

She raised her head, and saw the man walking in front of her, with one hand on his back like a gentleman, slightly bowed, and gracefully handed his right hand in front of her, "Miss, may I be lucky enough to invite you to dance?"

Lin Qi was surprised, "I..."

Her eyes stayed on his hand. Huo Tingdong's hand was white and slender, with well-defined joints and a beautiful tail ring on his little finger. Such a hand was even more beautiful than a woman's hand. It was so beautiful.

In the upper class, dancing is also one of the compulsory courses.

Huo Tingyu was dressed in an exquisite and straight suit, gentle and elegant, like a gentleman.

She was in a daze for a few seconds, maybe it was because the curve of his mouth was too tempting, or maybe seeing Han Bao's excited and expectant eyes, she couldn't refuse, so she couldn't help but gently handed him over.

Huo Tingdong took her hand and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Lin Qi was a little at a loss, and said in a low voice, "I can't...dance..."

Huo Tingdong took her hand and clasped it on his shoulder.

She raised her head, only to see the man looking down at her.

The handsome face so close at hand was arrogant and unattainable.

She lost her mind and accidentally stepped on the back of his foot.

Lin Qi frowned, the helplessness in her eyes seemed to overflow.

His hands were tightly attached to her waist, and his dance steps were graceful.

Under his guidance, she gradually followed his dance steps.

Her waist is soft and her hands are soft.

With his arms around her waist, every inch of her breath was passed through his palm.

Baiping's living room seemed to be a dance floor at a banquet. Huo Tingyu held Lin Qi's hand, and both the dance steps and the melody rhymed perfectly.

Compared with his elegance and carelessness, she couldn't keep up with the frequency, and her posture was still a little stiff.

Huo Tingyu bowed his head and whispered in her ear softly, "You really have no talent for dancing."

Lin Qi blushed and glared at him.

But in this glance, there was an unexplainable coquettishness.

After glaring at him, she lowered her head again and stopped looking at him.

Huo Tingdong's eyes fell on her shameful and drooping little face, and there was a hint of playfulness in her eyes.

"Why don't you dare look at me?"

Lin Qi raised her head, Huo Tingyu's eyes were too captivating, falling on her face, like drawing silk, with an indescribable bewilderment.

She forced herself to be calm, her face blushed all the way to her ears, but she seemed unconscious, her eyes wandered, and she didn't dare to look directly into his eyes.

Huo Tingyu bowed his head, the tip of his nose lightly touched her roots, the man tilted his head slightly, his handsome face was close to hers, even, he only blinked slightly, his eyelashes brushed across her forehead, itching to the apex of her heart.

Lin Qi could even feel the man's warm lips covering her face.

Looking at this picture, Han Bao showed an expression of relief and satisfaction like an "old father".

Mo Mo felt a little inexplicably dazzling, clenched his fists, and stood up.

Han Bao was worried that Mo Mo would destroy such a harmonious scene, so he immediately hugged him.

"Did it come from your idea?" Mo Mo couldn't help feeling angry.

Han Bao nodded.

Momo gritted his teeth and said, "Look at him, is he going to kiss? Is he going to kiss?"

Han Bao immediately covered his mouth.

Two small milk bags, one is Huo Tingyu and Lin Qi's CP fans, and the other is Lin Qi's only fan.

Mo Mo pushed Han Bao, and seeing Han Bao stalking and hugging him, he was afraid that he would rush over to push the two of them away, but Mo Mo couldn't get enough anger, so he stomped Han Bao's foot.

Han Bao almost groaned in pain, covered his mouth, and held Mo Mo tightly with one hand, for fear that he would spoil the atmosphere inappropriately.