Mr. He’s Daily Affections

He Jingyao was half-kneeling on the ground, looking at the little guy at eye level. His face showed no emotion, but his eyes were extremely dark and deep.

The little guy was so excited by his aura that he didn't dare to express his anger, and opened his mouth slightly with a nervous look on his face.

Xiaobao. He Jingyao called his name in a low voice, Would you like me to give you a name, huh?

The little guy rolled his eyes and chuckled: No, no need... I'm waiting for my dad to pick me up.

That's it. He Jingyao raised the corners of his lips, But didn't you just call me 'Dad' smoothly? Huh?

I was... that was to cooperate with you. Xiaobao remembered the word He Jingyao mentioned just now and used it with an idea.

He Jingyao reached out and pinched his cheek and looked directly into his eyes: Do you know Su Zhixi? Or should I say, Gu Zhixi?

No... I don't know you! Xiaobao continued to laugh, but the word guilty was written all over his face.

When asked this, He Jingyao already knew what was going on.

He pursed his lips and felt his heartbeat beating faster and faster, and for a moment he didn't know what to think.

If this child was really his, that meant... what did it mean?

Moved? Surprise? Unbelievable?

It seems to be both, but it seems to be neither.

He moved his fingers, stared at the little guy's panicked eyes, and suddenly laughed hoarsely.

Xiaobao was so frightened by him that he stretched out his two little fleshy hands to cover his eyes: I won't say anything!

If Dad guessed, it was none of his business.

He Jingyao caught both of his hands and held them in his palms. The little guy's hands were soft and tender, and an unspeakable emotion suddenly arose in his heart.

This emotion was so unfamiliar that it made his eyes feel hot.

Xiaobao. He spoke again.

What... he asked cautiously.

He Jingyao's Adam's apple rolled and he laughed dumbly: It's okay.

After saying that, he picked up the little guy. He had held this child many times before, but never before had the feeling been so indescribable as now.

He closed his eyes and controlled the complex and turbulent emotions in his chest.

The little guy hugged his neck obediently and said in a soft voice: Are you...are you angry?

...No. He Jingyao's voice was hoarse and he carried him upstairs to the bathroom.

He put the little guy on the sink, grabbed his hands and put them under the faucet. When the little guy ate the buns, he held them with his hands and never washed his hands. He Jingyao just touched a hand of oil.

He silently applied hand sanitizer to the little guy's hands and rubbed them carefully.

Xiaobao was in a daze.

Dad didn't seem angry, but he didn't seem happy either... What on earth was Dad thinking?

He looked at his father in the mirror, lowering his head to wash his hands, and his expression became even more confused.

Okay. He Jingyao wiped his hands with a towel, then pinched his little face, Next time, you are not allowed to hold food with your hands, do you hear me?

He nodded quickly, his eyes a little nervous.

He Jingyao laughed and carried him back to the bedroom: Don't be afraid, I won't hit you.

Uncle, you...you can still hit people! Xiaobao looked at him in disbelief.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was flicked on the head with a finger.

What did you call me?