The days when I lived with my 18-year-old schoolboy father

Qi Yue insisted on sending Yan Yao home, and the little boy was also tied up with a seat belt when he got in the car. Logically speaking, it should be safe, and he would definitely be able to see Yan Yao's home where "strangers should not come near".

But life is full of surprises.

The low-key Maybach parked on the boulevard outside the community, Yan Yao sat in the co-pilot feeling aggrieved, her mouth tightly pursed, and she lowered her head to dig out small cakes with a spoon.

He first took a small mouthful and stuffed it into his mouth in a fit of anger, then took a big mouthful, stared at it for two seconds, turned around angrily, and fed it to his father's mouth.

He stared straight at the other party with dark eyes, with a pitiful look of "I'll cry if I don't hold you to death".

The small trash can next to it was already full of empty cake boxes, one can imagine how many cakes Qi Yue was stuffed into by his son.

"Even if you support me to death, you have to go home today."

Qi Yue spoke calmly, glanced down at the cake that was being fed to his mouth, lowered his head slightly and ate it in one bite, without any sense of reluctance.

Seeing this, Yan Yao pursed her mouth, hugged the round cake box, raised her head and howled, her beautiful jet-black peach blossom eyes were tightly closed.Within a few seconds, she blushed from crying.

The sound of his crying is indeed distressing, but when the father sat aside and listened to the soft cry of the child for a while, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the little boy secretly opening one eye to look at himself while crying, and seemed unable to hold on for a while. Same, hooked his lips slightly.

This smile successfully ignited Yan Yao's explosive point, and the more he thought about it, the more wronged he became, and he howled louder.

Seeing this, Qi Yue hurriedly held back his smile, put his hand to his lips and coughed lightly, leaned over to unbuckle the seat belt, reached out and carried the child from the co-pilot, and put it on his lap.

Caressing Fu Yan Yao's flushed face with calloused fingers, Qi Yue leaned down and pressed the child to his chest, cursing helplessly:

"Stop crying, howling for a long time, without a single tear, look at your face, how clean it is, are you crying like this?"

As soon as the words fell, the child's soft crying stopped abruptly.

Yan Yao sniffed, closed her small mouth, and opened her eyes. Not to mention tears, there was not even a little mist in her dark peach eyes.

The fake crying was exposed on the spot, so he could only look at his father miserably, and whispered, "Yaoyao has a sore throat."

"Is it going to hurt you to howl so loudly? You're also pretending to cry."

Qi Yue was angry and funny, but he couldn't bear to be really cruel to his son. After the reprimand, he turned his head and took out the hot milk tea from the bag next to him, put a straw in it, fed it to the child's mouth, and said, "Drink a little bit of moist milk tea." Moisturize your throat, don't drink too much, and have lunch later."

Yan Yao nodded her head pitifully, obediently stretched out her arms to hug his father's hand, then turned her head, curled up in Qi Yue's arms, with only half of her face exposed, drinking milk tea in small sips.

Qi Yue waited until he was almost done drinking before taking the milk tea away, holding the child along his thin back, and whispering:

"I just want to send you home. As for being afraid of this? Look at you, it's not because your throat hurts after you pretend to cry for a long time?"

"Yao Yao doesn't want to do this either." Yan Yao whispered, lowered her head, pinched her own fingers, grabbed his father's hand, and stuck it to her warm belly. After thinking for a long time, she said, "Yao Yao Yao doesn't want to lose his temper, but if he really can't take Qi Yue home, Dad will be angry."

"...Your father will be angry? I think you want to piss me off first, little bastard." Qi Yue took a deep breath, almost jealous on the spot.

He stared at Yan Yao for a while, and was about to speak, but suddenly a needle-like pain came from the back of his mind, and his head became dizzy. The little boy he saw suddenly became blurred, and even his face was blurred. Can't see clearly.

"Hmm..." Qi Yue couldn't help but raised his hand to cover his forehead, frowned, and took a deep breath.

Yan Yao was so frightened that her eye circles turned red, she sat up straight quickly, stretched out her little hand to press on his father's temple, helped him rub it lightly, and asked anxiously while rubbing: "Do you have any pain? Do you have a headache?" ? Yaoyao...Yaoyao call grandpa!"

After saying that, Yan Yao put down her hand, touched Qi Yue's pocket, and took out the phone.

But he didn't know Zhong Changsheng's cell phone number, so he ran around in a hurry.

"What to do... the hospital!"

A flash of inspiration flashed in the child's mind, and he was about to call an ambulance when his cell phone was suddenly taken away.

Yan Yao subconsciously froze, raised her head hesitantly, and met a pair of familiar but indifferent eyes.

The young man's long and narrow phoenix eyes looked at him quietly, calm and deep.

Yan Yao blinked her eyes suspiciously, squeezed her fingers and whispered, "Daddy?"

"Yeah." Fang Li heard the words, lightly patted the child's head, and said, "It's me."

Yan Yao immediately cheered, bent her eyes and laughed, threw herself into Fang Li's arms, rubbed her small head against the young man's neck, and said coquettishly, "Yao Yao misses Dad so much."

"Didn't we meet in the early hours of this morning?" Fang Li held Yan Yao who had slipped a little higher, patted the child's back, and said, "Did Yao Yao and Qi Yue have a conflict?"

"...It seems to be." Yan Yao came back to her senses, her small face wrinkled, and said sadly, "Qi Yue got angry because Yao Yao talked about Dad, and then he had a headache and disappeared. Will Qi Yue Will something happen?"

Fang Li pondered for a moment, and said: "He's fine, he just switched his personality urgently, and he will sleep for a day at most, so there won't be any problems."

"But isn't Dad only able to come out at night? It's daytime now." Yan Yao asked ignorantly.

Fang Li withdrew his calm gaze from the cake at the side, and said, "Because Dad heard your voice, Yaoyao is calling me, so I will come out naturally."

"Can Dad come out if he wants to?" Yan Yao opened her eyes in surprise.

"It wasn't before. But," Fang Li rubbed his son's head, and said meaningfully, "Yao Yao and Qi Yue mentioned me, so he's unsteady, so naturally he has flaws."

"Even if there is no flaw, as long as Yaoyao needs me, Dad will definitely show up."

These two sentences can be regarded as explaining everything, but Yan Yao was young and had limited comprehension ability, so she didn't delve into it, she just turned over, lay on her back in Fang Li's arms, and grabbed the young man's hand and stuck it to her stomach , whispered:

"The medicine is going to sleep, so sleep here."

"What's the trouble, you have to wear a seat belt when driving, it's not safe to sit like this." Fang Li said, picked up the child, and planned to put the child back into the co-pilot.

But Yan Yao jumped up in his father's arms, wrapped her body around Fang Li in a panic, and pretended: "I can't go, I can't go! Yaoyao will sleep here, okay?"

He frowned, his eyes full of panic and grievance.

Fang Li paused for a moment of silence, then hugged his son back into his arms, stretched out his hand to pull the seat belt, buckled the child to his chest, and helped him adjust his posture so that he could lie more comfortably.

After doing all this, Fang Li started the car and drove towards the research institute.

Yan Yao is small, so she doesn't feel uncomfortable being buckled by the belt. Instead, she sits on his father's body and twists, curiously grabbing the seat belt to check, and reaching out to press the switch.

But before he could unbuckle the seat belt, Fang Li quickly grabbed the child's hand, squeezed it as if punishing him, then rolled it into his palm and imprisoned him, training:

"Don't be naughty, the seat belt can't be undone."

Yan Yao turned her head in dissatisfaction, and rubbed against his father's chest. Her fluffy black hair poked Fang Li's chin. The young man leaned back and warned, "If you move the medicine again, just sit down by yourself." Copilot."

"No." Yan Yao rubbed against her twice more, then lay down peacefully, and kicked her feet angrily.

Seeing his son's angry look, Fang Li finally understood, and asked, "Why did you lose your temper? Because Dad didn't let you sit down just now?"

"No." Yan Yao slowly shook her head and said, "Dad is angry, so Yao Yao can't sit next to her, otherwise Dad won't want Yao Yao."

Fang Li frowned slightly, and said, "Who told you that I was angry? Since I woke up, how can I be more fierce than you?"

"But Dad is different from last night. Last night, Dad didn't speak so aggressively." The child retorted confidently.

Fang Li fell silent upon hearing this.

He was indeed a little unhappy, but it wasn't because he was angry with his son, but because he was dissatisfied with the other personality who always played tricks on his face.

Right now, she was about to have lunch, but Yan Yao ate the cake, and the cake itself was not easy to digest, and Yan Yao became so small that eating too much would cause diarrhea.

In addition, the son's medicated diet is quantitative, and when he goes back later, Yan Yao will feel uncomfortable if he can't finish the medicated diet, and he may not even be able to drink the Chinese medicine behind him.This is the reason for Fang Li's displeasure.

When it comes to Yan Yao's health, Fang Li has always been cautious, even very strict.

But Qi Yue has no experience in taking care of children, and the personality will not interfere with each other's behavior by default, even Fang Li can't say anything to Qi Yue.

After a long silence, Fang Li touched his son's head and said, "I'm not angry with you. Don't worry."

But Yan Yao had heard his father's voice a long time ago, she was so guilty for a moment, she turned over silently, buried herself in Fang Li's chest, and muttered in a very low voice:

"The medicine is wrong, Dad, don't be angry. It's Yaoyao who has a temper and insists on eating cake."

Fang Li took a moment to glance at his son, raised his hand to gently touch the child's red eyes, and said, "It's Dad's fault. Yao Yao is still young, and it's normal not to know how to take care of himself. As an adult, he should look after you."

"But..." the child frowned in confusion, and said a little timidly, "Dad blames Qi Yue, even if he blames himself, it's strange... Every time Qi Yue scolds Dad, Yao Yao also feels that he is scolding Myself, I still scolded so hard, it's a bit pitiful."

Yan Yao spoke very seriously, and nodded affirmatively when she finished.

"..." For the first time in his life, Fang Li was looked at by his son with sympathetic eyes. After a while, he seemed to be innocent, but in fact he pinched his son's fleshy face secretly, and said calmly:

"The dual personality is not the same person. At least the memory and emotion are independent. Dad won't know what Qi Yue is thinking, and he doesn't know mine. In our eyes, Yaoyao may be a completely different child."