Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Song Yuening sat in front of the computer, looking at the new video playback data, with unconcealable surprise in her bright eyes.

Next to her sat Xie Zitao, who had just woken up, yawning and putting a piece of baked biscuit on the plate in front of him into his mouth.

The combination of the slightly bitter chocolate and the buttery flavor of the biscuit was so delicious that Xie Zitao couldn't stop eating it.

But he didn't forget Song Yuening beside him. When he saw that she was browsing the comments section seriously, he picked up a biscuit and put it to her mouth.

Song Yuening subconsciously opened her mouth and took a bite, and the mellow biscuit flavor immediately filled her entire mouth.

She subconsciously looked back at Xie Zitao and saw the cookie crumbs at the corner of his lips.

Song Yuening couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing. Seeing the confusion in Xie Zitao's dark eyes, she took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you Zitao. Our Zitao is so considerate. It's sad that so many people like you."

"like me?"

Xie Zitao blinked and looked at Song Yuening, as if he didn't believe it.

Song Yuening didn't hesitate much, just picked him up and put him in her arms. Then she gently slid the mouse wheel, slowing down so that he could clearly see every message in the comment area.

"You see, these uncles and aunts like you very much, and there are also children your age who want to be friends with you."

Xie Zitao looked at Song Yuening's comments without blinking.

"Is this Mr. Song's child? He's so cute, and the paper crane he made looks great!"

"This kid is so cute. As a mother, my heart melts when I see him. I hope to see him appear more in the future!"

Xie Zitao looked up in Song Yuening's arms, his young face full of surprise.

"Teacher Song, are they talking about me?"

Song Yuening touched his cheek lovingly, with a hint of distress in her eyes.

She still remembered Xie Zitao's lonely appearance like a little leopard when he was in kindergarten.

"Of course, Zitao is so cute, who wouldn't like Zitao?"

She comforted Xie Zitao with a soft voice, but the latter plunged directly into her arms and nuzzled her intimately.

"But I hope they can like Teacher Song even more, because Teacher Song is the best person in the world."

His voice was muffled, but Song Yuening heard it clearly.

With a warm current flowing through his heart, Song Yuening put his arms around her and held her in his arms, patting his back gently.

"Nonsense, I'm not the one, but Zitao is indeed the best child in the teacher's heart."

Who wouldn't like such a sensible, obedient and caring child?

……

As night falls, stars adorn the night sky.

The black Maybach was parked downstairs of Song Yuening's house.

When Xie Mingyuan arrived, Song Yuening was holding Xie Zitao and sitting on the sofa in the living room watching the children's channel.

Hearing the doorbell, Song Yuening got up and opened the door almost subconsciously.

"Mr. Xie? Are you finished with the company's affairs?"

Song Yuening looked at Xie Mingyuan standing outside the door, and looked slightly sideways at the clock hanging on the wall.

Seven fifty-three.

"Well, I'm sorry for bothering Teacher Song today. Thank you for your hard work."

Xie Mingyuan looked at Song Yuening's rosy face, his eyes darkened.

Song Yuening only wore an off-white housecoat. The button on the collar was opened during the fight with Xie Zitao, revealing a piece of fair and soft skin and a clear collarbone.

Xie Mingyuan just glanced at it and then looked away.

He didn't show anything unusual, which made Song Yuening not realize that her clothes were a bit messy, but she turned sideways to make way for him to come in.

"It's a little cold outside. Mr. Xie, you'd better come in first. I'll call Zitao. Please wait..."

Before she finished her sentence, a gust of cool wind suddenly blew through the corridor. Song Yuening shivered subconsciously, and then she realized something belatedly.

She looked down at the home clothes she was wearing, and her face suddenly turned red.

When was this button opened? Why didn't she notice?

You should know that you should check it first when opening the door, but judging from Xie Mingyuan's appearance, he probably didn't notice it, right?

Song Yuening did not dare to think too much, but said in a hurry: "Mr. Xie, please wait a moment."

She was embarrassed to fasten the buttons again in front of Xie Mingyuan, and went into the kitchen on the pretext of pouring him water.

Xie Mingyuan looked at her slightly hurried back, his thin lips slightly curved.

"Zitao, it's time to go home."

Xie Mingyuan stepped into the living room and saw Xie Zitao wrapped in a small blanket, surrounding him layer by layer, with a pillow above his head, and his eyebrows jumped.

Does he think that as long as he is disguised with these things, he will not be able to see him?

"Xie Zitao."

Xie Mingyuan didn't wait for a response, and when he spoke again, his tone was a little heavier than before.

Xie Zitao heard the seriousness in Xie Mingyuan's tone, pouted, and reluctantly took off his disguise.

"Uncle, I don't want to go back. Can't I spend the night at Teacher Song's house?"

He was wearing a small dinosaur pajamas, with a long tail trailing behind his back. He looked up at Xie Mingyuan with his hands clasped in supplication, his eyes shining with expectation.

No one who saw it could bear to reject him.

But Xie Mingyuan was unmoved.

He looked at Xie Zitao in front of him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a warning manner.

"Don't make me say it a second time."

When Song Yuening came out of the kitchen with a glass of water, she immediately saw the two people standing in a stalemate next to the sofa.

It was rare for Xie Zitao to show such stubbornness in front of Xie Mingyuan. He hugged the pillow in his arms tightly, as if he would not let go no matter what.

"I don't want to go home, I want to be with Teacher Song!"

Xie Mingyuan's eyes were slightly cold: "I will only say this for the last time, Xie Zitao, put your things down and follow me home."

His cold face was particularly frightening, and the temperature around him seemed to have dropped a few degrees because of it.

Song Yuening watched Xie Zitao tremble in fear, but still refused to give in.

She sighed helplessly, walked up to Xie Mingyuan, and spoke after careful consideration of her words.

"Mr. Xie, it's like this. I have a parent-child activity tomorrow that requires Zitao's cooperation. If you don't mind, can you let Zitao sleep here with me for one night?"

"I promise you, I will take good care of him."

Song Yuening's soft and gentle voice was like a warm wind, taking away the coldness all over Xie Mingyuan's body,

He met Song Yuening's pleading eyes, and then looked at Xie Zitao, who excitedly jumped into Song Yuening's arms and made faces at him. His frown gradually relaxed, but his eyes were still a little cold.

"Teacher Song, don't spoil him too much."

These words sounded a bit too intimate. Song Yuening's eyelids twitched. She was about to say something, but was interrupted by Xie Zitao's sudden cheers.

"I can finally spend the night at Teacher Song's house! Teacher Song, would you like to tell me a bedtime story tonight? I want to fall asleep listening to the story!"

Song Yuening looked at the "little dinosaur" jumping around in front of her, helpless, and had no choice but to pick him up.

"Okay, I'm all in favor of Zitao."

She seemed to be focusing on coaxing Xie Zitao, but she couldn't help but glance up in Xie Mingyuan's direction.

I don't know when there was a smile on the man's lips, and there was a different kind of brilliance in his dark pupils.