Mr. He’s Daily Affections

Uncle Li dreamed that the young master would come back with a child one day, even if it was an illegitimate child.

It's a pity that he finally looked forward to this scene, but this child has nothing to do with the young master.

He Jingyao glanced at him lightly: This child will live here recently, and you will be responsible for taking care of him. When his parents are found, you will send the child back.

After saying that, he turned around and walked upstairs.

Okay, don't worry. Uncle Li responded and turned his attention to the child.

The little guy was looking at He Jingyao secretly, as if he was reluctant to be separated from him, but he didn't dare to continue to entangle with him, so he had to make an aggrieved face and twist his fingers together, which made Uncle Li like him from the bottom of his heart.

He walked over and touched his head lovingly: Kid, what's your name?

Xiaobao. He said and flattened his mouth.

It's all his mother's fault. She warned him a thousand times not to recognize his father, otherwise wouldn't he be able to ask his father to name him?

Every time someone asked him his name, he could only say that his name was Xiaobao... so shameful.

He frowned and thought.

Xiaobao. Uncle Li smiled, but did not ask his name, Are you hungry? Can I ask the kitchen to prepare snacks for you?

Okay. He smiled immediately, Uncle, you are so kind.

The little guy's sweet mouth immediately made the elderly Uncle Li happy. He brought him snacks and showed him cartoons, and almost answered his every request.

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He Jingyao finished the rest of the work, changed his clothes and went downstairs for dinner. He saw that this little guy had completely captured Uncle Li. This always loyal butler didn't even notice that his young master came downstairs. .

He Jingyao glanced over there and walked towards the restaurant expressionlessly.

But when Xiaobao saw him, he rushed over like a cannonball and shouted loudly: He Jingyao!

...Call uncle. He Jingyao looked down at him, If you don't obey, I will send you to the police station.

He had no choice but to call out uncle in despair.

A smile flashed across He Jingyao's eyes, and he leaned over to pick him up.

It's time for dinner, what do you like to eat? He Jingyao said, putting him on the chair.

The little guy is short and can only show his furry head when sitting at the dining table, which looks a bit funny.

He stretched out his arms to grab the dining table, looked around eagerly, and curled his lips: I don't even like it.

Then choose a few edible things. How can a child be picky about food? He Jingyao gave him a condescending look.

Hmph... He picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of mashed potatoes and put it in his mouth. He spat it out in disgust, It tastes bad.

Then he stood on the chair again, stretched out his arm to take a piece of pizza, took a small bite with difficulty, and spat it out: It tastes bad.

He Jingyao raised his eyebrows and saw that the little guy disliked all the food on the table. Finally, he put down his spoon unhappily, held the table with his hands, and looked at him eagerly.

He Jingyao pursed his lips, once again told himself to be patient with his children, and said, Then what do you like to eat?

Xiaobao started counting with his fingers: Meat buns, egg custard, shaomai, crystal shrimp dumplings, preserved egg and lean meat porridge...

He Jingyao's eyebrows skipped a beat as he heard this little guy counting his favorite things.

I'll ask the kitchen to prepare shrimp dumplings and porridge for you. He Jingyao interrupted him.

The child's taste reminded him of a certain woman.