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"Well, okay, Dad, you mean what you say!" Ding Ding said, holding a plastic bowl and eating watermelon.

"Okay, I promise!" Fang Cheng hugged his son on his body, feeling like he was hugging a stove. The normal body temperature of an adult should be similar to that of a child, but Fang Cheng just felt that Ding Ding was hot against his skin, and the skin on his back Sweat trickled down his spine.

"No, you have to hook me up when you go back." Ding Ding poked a piece of watermelon and fed it to his father.

"Okay, it's all up to you." Fang Cheng felt that he still needed to say hello to Song Yu, even if he took his son to the company and worked overtime, he would not leave his son in the kindergarten after school anymore.

"What's for dinner tonight?" Fang Cheng asked.

"Well, I want to eat fried buns." Ding Ding thought for a while and said.

"My son wants to eat fried buns? Or the one downstairs?" Ding Ding wants to eat fried buns, so he should have a bowl of old duck vermicelli soup.

"Well, we also need preserved egg and lean meat porridge." Ding Ding didn't seem to like sweet things very much since he was born.When he was still a little fluffy boy, once Fang Cheng followed what was said on TV and added two spoonfuls of glucose to his baby formula. As soon as he stuffed it into his son's mouth, it was ejected. Fang Cheng tasted it himself, and it was nothing. It smells strange, and the temperature is right, so I stuffed it back again, and this time, Xiao Ding Ding refused to obey. He pushed the pacifier out with great effort and let out a heart-piercing cry.Fang Cheng once felt that he was going to bid farewell to hearing forever. He walked around Dingding for a long time without peeing or peeing. He must be hungry after not eating for more than two hours, but why is he so resistant today?Oh, by the way, Fang Cheng thought of those two spoonfuls of glucose, no way, this little thing the size of a palm has such a keen sense of taste?Fang Cheng was a little unbelieving, so he stuffed the pacifier again, and Ding Ding took a sip before spitting it out.Mixed new milk powder for him again, this time it was alright, Xiao Ding Ding gobbled up the entire [-]ml of formula milk.Fang Cheng understands, this guy just doesn’t like sweet taste, hey this is good, those who don’t like sweet are good for teeth, unlike him, Fang Cheng’s deciduous teeth rotted one by one because he ate too much sugar and didn’t brush his teeth well of.His son is not like him at all, so who else can he be like?Fang Cheng immediately thought of that person, so he remembered that that person didn't like sweets in the past.

"Okay, you eat fried buns and porridge, I eat vermicelli soup, and then..."

"Then give me the duck blood and bean sprouts in the vermicelli soup!" Ding Ding answered eagerly.

"Yes, that's it, deal!" Fang Cheng took out a piece of paper to wipe Ding Ding's mouth, and pinched his round face by the way, well, it feels good as usual.

"Oh, Dad, you pinched my face again!" Ding Ding threw away the plastic bowl, and complained while covering his face with two chubby hands.

"Oh, pinch it, don't be so stingy, come on, Dad pinch it back for you." Fang Cheng put his face in front of Ding Ding.

"Okay! Ha!" Ding Ding sucked his little hands and pretended to be panting, and twisted his father's face.

"Hey, son, I didn't pinch it so hard just now! No, you pinched it too hard, I want to pay you back." Fang Cheng supported Ding Ding's buttocks with one arm, and made a gesture to grab Ding Ding's nose with one hand .

"Hahaha, no, don't let it be pinched!" Ding Ding hid behind Fang Cheng's neck, Fang Cheng was afraid that he would hide and lean over, so he hurriedly wrapped his arms around his back. "Okay, okay, stop making trouble, stop making trouble, sit down and sit down."

Here the father and son are noisy and lively, while Shao Yiyuan over there has finished reading the last patient number of the day and is about to pack up and leave work.He opened the drawer, and saw the proposal that he snatched back at a glance.

He seemed to want to confirm something again, and slowly read out a small piece of paper clipped on the title page of the planning book: Song Yu, 130XXXX4533, Fang Cheng, 153XXXX2697.

Fang Cheng, Fang Cheng, the name in front of him suddenly coincided with the figure from the back that he saw in the afternoon.

Fang Cheng, it turned out to be really you.

Shao Yiyuan found out his phone and saved the number.After saving it, he pressed the dial button, and the connected voice rang, but Shao Yiyuan was flustered for no reason. It was Fang Cheng on the phone, that Fang Cheng, what did he want to tell him?

"Hello?" Fang Cheng's voice came from the receiver very clearly.

"Beep beep——" Shao Yiyuan almost lost his phone in a panic, he quickly pressed the hang up button.It was too abnormal for him to behave like this. The moment he heard Fang Cheng's voice, Shao Yiyuan's mind went blank, but his heart beat fast, like a wild horse that had taken off its stiffness, and his ears roared.

It's all right, Shao Yiyuan took a deep breath to calm down his lost heartbeat, his eyes fell back to the medical equipment project of Nanzhu International, and a faint smile appeared on his tight lips.

Fang Cheng saw that the incoming call was from the city's number, so he probably made a mistake, so he hung up after saying hello.Fang Cheng put down his phone and picked up his chopsticks to suck up fans again, and Ding Ding on the opposite side also picked up his spoon to scoop porridge again.

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