little lover

The atmosphere between the two was a little stiff, only the sound of the little boy sliding through the water could be heard, and he called Yu Ke in a low voice: "Mom."

Yu Ke supported his arm and said to him: "You have to learn to grow up, you can't rely on your mother for everything, look at my brother, how well my brother swam there just now."

Yu Ke's mobile phone rang, and she could only entrust the child to Zhuo Yifan, and said apologetically, "Fanfan, can you help me take care of him for 2 minutes, I'll be back soon."

Zhuo Yifan nodded in agreement, and took a lifebuoy to wrap the child up. Han Zizhuo and the others had learned it just now, and he didn't have the patience or courage to deal with this clingy younger brother who had never learned swimming. Just throw it into the pool like this, if you can't take care of it, it will be troublesome enough to choke on the water.

The little boy raised his head, his face somewhat similar to Zhuo Yifan's was sullen, he said very little, but after Yu Ke left his sight, he was not so clingy anymore.

The two brothers were very silent while soaking in the water. Zhuo Yifan was holding the swimming ring with one hand, and he didn't intend to talk. He didn't know what to say to a child of this age, especially his half-brother.

The little boy moved a bit, and the swimming ring shook violently.

Zhuo Yifan pressed it down, frowned and said, "Don't move around, you can't swim."

The little boy looked at him for a while, then suddenly stretched out a hand, Zhuo Yifan looked puzzled, and asked him, "What is it?"

The little boy held it up stubbornly, and when Zhuo Yifan stretched out his hand, he showed Zhuo Yifan the little card clutched in his heart. It was a pink pig. To Zhuo Yifan: "Brother."

Zhuo Yifan said: "You keep it for yourself, I don't want it."

Although the elder brother in front of him didn't seem easy to get in touch with, the little boy still wanted to give him the sticker.Zhuo Yifan was finally impatient with his stubbornness. Just as he was about to avoid it, he saw Yu Ke approaching from not far away. It was difficult for him to avoid it, so he could only stand there stiffly and let the child give him a hand. Put this tattoo on.

He didn't realize until it was attached to his wrist that it belonged to Peppa Pig, which was so ugly.

Looking up at the child who gave him the sticker, he was watching him secretly with an awkward and embarrassed look. He grinned and made a smile, and the child was immediately surprised. Stupid is no different from the little stupid pig on this sticker.

Also as stupid as Yu Ke.

Zhuo Yifan looked down at the sticker and rubbed his thumbs. The sticker was quite strong, but what he wanted was not Peppa Pig at all.

Yu Ke came over and said, "Fanfan, I have something to do with the company and I have to rush back, so I'll ask my assistant to take you back first..."

Zhuo Yifan waved his hand and said, "No need, I want to swim again, you guys go first."

Yu Ke hesitated for a moment, but still nodded and said, "Okay, mom will take my brother away first, and remember to send me a text message to report that you are safe when you get home."

Only then did Zhuo Yifan smile, and he bent his eyes and said, "Yes."

Yu Ke touched his forehead on the bank, and then his cheek, "Mom is gone."

Zhuo Yifan said: "Well, Mom, you should slow down on the way back and pay attention to safety."

He soaked in the swimming pool, watched Yu Ke leading the little boy away, out of his sight, and gave himself a full score for this answer in his heart.

This answer is much more mature than what he said at the beginning. When his parents just divorced, he happened to be in the rebellious period, and he couldn't listen to anything. Let the three of you be tied together.But if it doesn't work, it won't work. If there is no such thing as feelings, you really can't live together hard.

He himself didn't have any intention of swimming here. He just made an excuse because he didn't want to go with Yu Ke. Now he also came out of the pool, and when he looked up, he saw Han Qiaoye.

Zhuo Yifan said: "What are you doing? I keep my word, and I can't run away."

Han Qiaoye covered him with a towel, stretched out his hand to hold his wrist and looked it over, frowned when he saw the tattoo sticker and said, "Why are you doing this thing if you don't like it? You just reject him."

Zhuo Yifan wanted to pull his hand back, and said, "He's still a child, he doesn't understand anything."

Han Qiaoye said: "Then how old are you? Next time if you don't like it, just tell him, he understands."

Zhuo Yifan was amused by him. He felt a little uncomfortable just now, but now he felt that his younger brother was a bit pitiful. He touched Han Qiaoye's arm and said, "It's really nothing, just a broken sticker."

Han Qiaoye was still a little unhappy, so he dragged Zhuo Yifan by the hand to the matching shower room at the back, found the innermost empty cubicle, and pushed Zhuo Yifan into it.

Zhuo Yifan staggered, supported him with his other arm, and said, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Han Qiaoye didn't care about this at all, turned on the shower, grabbed his hand and rinsed it under the water vigorously, scolding him while rubbing: "It's so difficult for you to say 'no'? Aren't you usually rude to me, you Where did all that ruthlessness go?"

Zhuo Yifan wanted to withdraw his hand and said, "Don't worry about my business."

"Yes, Fang Jingyao can take care of you, right?" Han Qiaoye snorted, "Do you want to go to your master again now and let him hold you and cry like a child without milk? Let your master pamper you."

Zhuo Yifan really missed his master at this time.

When he usually encounters this kind of thing, the only way to make himself endure is to keep telling himself in his heart that it doesn't matter if he doesn't have the love of his parents, he has a master, and what his master gives him is all love, so he is not afraid , he also has.

But his master now has Dr. Long.

Han Qiaoye pinched his chin, making him look up at himself: "Your master can't be with you now, there are others around him, Yifan, you have to accept this reality."

Zhuo Yifan tensed his back, feeling that the thick layer of armor he had spent seven or eight years casting was beginning to crack. He had never been so bothered by the man in front of him as he was now. He stretched out his hand to shake off Han Qiaoye and scolded him: You said that this matter has nothing to do with you, get out!"

Han Qiaoye also used some strength to restrain him. The warm water in the shower cubicle rushed down. Han Qiaoye held his head and forced him to look up at himself, making sure that the child was only looking at him. After his reflection, he said to him: "I'm not leaving, I want to take his place."

Zhuo Yifan dodged his eyes, but was soon restrained by Han Qiaoye, Han Qiaoye softened his tone, and coaxed him with unreasonable love words: "If you really lack the love of a father, you will come after me. Whatever your master can give you, I can still give you."

Zhuo Yifan pushed him, and still scolded him in a suppressed voice: "My master can't be replaced by anyone, you don't talk nonsense here, and my master won't be like you..." The room was narrow, and the two of them basically They were clinging to each other, and soon Zhuo Yifan stopped his movements and scolded him with a blushing face: "Shameless, don't rub me, I, my master has never done this to me!"

Han Qiaoye sneered, leaned against him and pushed him against the tiles in the corner, bit his ear and said, "If Teacher Fang treats you like this, I really don't care what's going on with Long Yu, I'll go find him."

Zhuo Yifan was squeezed into the corner and couldn't move. This stinky and shameless hooligan was still blowing into his ears bit by bit. His back was pressed against the cold tiles. Trembling, he pushed him angrily and said, "My master is different from you!"

"Well, your master is a decent person, but I'm not." Han Qiaoye stood there holding him, his voice had a wet ending in the water vapor, and he followed his ear with a hook, scratching all the way to his heart: " When I saw you swimming there, I wanted to lick you from head to tail."

Zhuo Yifan bit his lip and scolded him: "You pervert."

Han Qiaoye bit his ear and said, "I'm a big pervert, you're a little pervert."

Zhuo Yifan pushed him, and Han Qiaoye held his hand and put it on his lips. He kissed his finger little by little and said, "Stay with me, Yifan. Your master can't be by your side all the time. I can. Trust me." How about you? And you like me too, right?"

Zhuo Yifan was huddled together with him, his breathing was short of breath, but soon he lost the strength to push him, and began to hide back, trying to curl himself up.

Han Qiaoye was close to him, and soon noticed the clue, reached out his hand to touch it, and then raised the corner of his lips and smiled: "Fanfan, do you see that, this is the sign that you like me."

Zhuo Yifan blushed and said stiffly: "I didn't."

Han Qiaoye stuck to his ear and said, "Let me see how much you like me, don't hide, I'll touch the 'little tail'..."

Zhuo Yifan's whole body tensed up, but there was nowhere to hide. He was only wearing swimming trunks, so he grabbed Han Qiaoye's clothes, buried his head on his shoulder, and bit him, saying vaguely, "Go away!" , I don’t have a tail for you to touch.”

Han Qiaoye chuckled lightly and said, "That's not okay, I have to touch it to make sure."

Zhuo Yifan lay on his shoulder, his face flushed, he clenched his teeth to suppress the sweetness that reached the tip of his nose, he only snorted twice, and still insisted on scolding him: "You, you stink and shameless!"

Han Qiaoye was much calmer than him. He squinted his eyes and lowered his head to kiss him, bringing some satisfaction: "Well, I don't want it when I see you."

……

After a while, Han Qiaoye pressed his forehead again and asked him again in a low voice.

Zhuo Yifan was a little unsteady, turned his eyes away and said with red ears, "I, I'll think about it."

Han Qiaoye rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately, and said, "Good boy."

In the back, the old hooligan's wrists were too strong, and Zhuo was not an opponent at all, so he could only press his forehead firmly against his shoulder, red from behind his ears to his back, unable to speak a word.