Mr. He’s Daily Affections

He Jingyao cast his gaze at a woman on the side who looked up to the sky with a guilty conscience, half-smiling but not smiling: Your mother doesn't allow me to live with you, what should I do?

Why? Xiaobao was immediately disappointed.

Well...Xiaobao, dad lives next door, it's actually pretty much the same... Zhixi reluctantly explained.

Why does daddy want to live next door? Xiaobao asked puzzledly, Then let's live next door, okay?

Zhixi was speechless and glanced at He Jingyao for help.

The man curled his lips and whispered in the little guy's ear: Mom is shy, don't expose her. Dad will still live with you.

Xiaobao's eyes lit up.

He Jingyao made a silent gesture.

The little guy snickered and covered his mouth.

Zhixi was speechless for a while seeing the mysterious look of these two people.

…

The dinner was cooked by Uncle Li next door and delivered personally.

Xiaobao was so excited that he squirmed around in his seat. The rice bowl in front of him didn't move for a long time. Zhixi had no choice but to pick up the bowl and prepare to feed him, but He Jingyao stopped him coldly.

Eat well. He gave her a warning look.

But Xiaobao...

I'll feed him. He Jingyao said calmly, and at the same time he lifted up his sleeves twice, revealing his strong forearms, and stared at his son, Come here.

Just feeding his son, this man can show such a domineering aura.

Xiaobao was shocked and obediently came over: Dad...

Open your mouth. He Jingyao ordered calmly.

He quickly opened his mouth.

So just spoonful after spoonful, it didn't take long for the little baby to eat all the rice. The little guy had a sullen face the whole time. He was forced to take another spoonful of rice before finishing chewing it several times and eat it. Not to mention how hard it is.

Zhixi watched in amazement, and couldn't help laughing when she saw her son's pitiful appearance and his daring to plead for mercy.

After finishing a bowl of rice, He Jingyao finally showed a faint smile: Do you want daddy to feed you next time?

The little guy struggled to swallow the last mouthful of rice in his mouth, and shook his head with tears in his eyes: No more.

But what if you don't eat well? He Jingyao was persuasive.

I will definitely eat well! He quickly raised his hands and swore, not to mention how serious his face was.

He Jingyao touched his head with satisfaction: You are so good.

The little guy quickly returned to his seat, filled a bowl of soup, and drank it obediently with a spoon.

Zhixi stared at it dumbfounded. This little guy often refused to eat well. She had spent a lot of effort to correct this problem in the past, but she didn't expect... He Jingyao would correct him like this?

Seeing her holding her chopsticks in a daze, the man smiled slightly: You want me to feed you too, huh?

Zhixi quickly shook her head...and started eating hard.

…

Before dinner was over, Pei Yuanchen came.

He opened the door with the key as if no one else was watching, ignored He Jingyao's dangerous gaze, and sat down at the dining table: I'm exhausted... It's all done, the news has not been leaked, and Chen Jianguo is dead.

After saying that, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating, and ordered: Xiaobao, give uncle a bowl of soup.

Xiaobao said obediently, put down his bowl, and went to serve him soup.

Seeing his son being manipulated like this by an outsider, He Jingyao's face became even darker.

He smiled faintly, but his eyes were very cold: Thank you, Mr. Pei, Mr. Grand Duke will return to China soon. You should come with him, right?