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

"Even I can smell the smell of the potion, how could the kid not know? Don't forget, kids are much more sensitive than adults."

Qi Yue just woke up, he couldn't see anything outside, and his temper was quite hot, but this didn't prevent him from hearing the conversation between Yan Qingcheng and his son.

Since the fusion of personalities, in order to ensure the safety of Yan Yao's life, Yan Qingcheng's personality has been kept intact, and there is little differentiation.

After all, only when he is complete and accompanied by his son can he completely eliminate the threat from the time rule.

For this reason, Qi Yue and Fang Li were in a dormant state most of the time. Although they would wake up occasionally, the time was very short. Generally, only when Yan Qingcheng was emotionally unstable would his personality tend to differentiate.

In other words, Yan Qingcheng=Qiyue Fangli is a complex after their fusion. As long as Yan Qingcheng's personality is not completely differentiated, he has only one personality.

And when his personality began to differentiate, Qi Yue and Fang Li would wake up. As the degree of personality differentiation gradually deepened and reached its peak state, Yan Qingcheng would temporarily disappear, and one of Qi Yue and Fang Li will take over control of the body again.

For example, at this moment, Yan Qingcheng's mind was unstable and his personality was affected, so Qi Yue woke up, but the degree of differentiation was very slight, so Qi Yue only woke up, not to the point where he could control his subjective consciousness.

As for why only Qi Yue woke up...Qi's father said: Don't ask, because Fang Li has a dull temper and will not be so angry that his son is stupid and jumps out of the coffin.

Yan Qingcheng naturally heard Qi Yue's complaints, but he didn't have any emotional fluctuations, and replied silently: "My son is young and stubborn, you remind him, and he will make a fuss later, what can you do?"

"Just a little bit of medicine, what can you do? He is very sensible." Qi Yue didn't take it seriously, apparently completely ignorant of how good a real three-year-old baby's crying skills are.

Yan Qingcheng speaks very little now, and doesn't explain too much to the isolated sub-personality.

He stared at his son for a while, touched the corner of his upturned mouth, and asked, "Still sleeping?"

"Yao Yao is awake." Yan Yao happily writhed in his father's arms, and got up clumsily.

The soft feet happened to step on Yan Qingcheng's legs, and when he lost his footing, he stretched out his little hands to grab his father's pajamas, and his whole body was stuck in Yan Qingcheng's arms, rubbing against him.

Soft arms wrapped around his father's neck, and the child insisted on standing on Yan Qingcheng's lap as usual, and when he managed to stand still, he began to step on his father's thigh, twisted up and down, and asked him happily Dad dances together.

"Father, hurry up... and dance with Yaoyao! Dance, oh, oh!"

This invitation directly woke up the drowsy Qi Yue, and asked in astonishment: "What is your son doing?"

Yan Qingcheng raised his hand to protect the child's wobbly body, and replied calmly: "Dance, nursery rhyme."

"...Forget it. I take it back, the son was fooled by you, okay?" Qi Yue deeply supported his forehead, "Why was this bastard so stupid when he was young?"

This question... Yan Qingcheng also wanted to know, but he couldn't directly ask Yan Yao what made him so stupid when he was a child, what if he hurt his son's heart?

The child didn't know that the two fathers were complaining about his stupidity, and he was still jumping vigorously, smiling until his eyes narrowed, giggling foolishly, just... enjoying himself.

He only weighs as much as a bag of rice now, just over thirty catties, so he won't step on his father's legs, so it's very bearish.

After dancing for a long time, Yan Yao finally got tired of jumping, and threw herself on Yan Qingcheng's shoulder, gasping for breath.

But he was not the kind of quiet kid at all, he was patted on the back by his father, and when he had enough rest, he would come up with a sneaky idea, crawling on Yan Qing's body, and soon half of his body was over his father's shoulder, and the whole head Facing down, lying on Yan Qingcheng's shoulders in half, his belly just pressed against his father's hard shoulder bones.

Yan Qingcheng grabbed his son's legs with quick eyes and hands, preventing him from falling headfirst, and raised his eyebrows: "Don't be playful."

"No, no, I want to play!" Yan Yao's two small arms were hanging down, and her face was flushed because of hanging upside down, but she still persisted in using her little feet to stare at his father's palm mischievously, trying to squeeze her own feet. rescued.

He thought he could roll over Yan Qingcheng's shoulders and roll to the head of the bed, but he didn't know that he would fall headfirst on the bed, and if he was not careful, his neck might be broken.

"Fall again." Yan Qingcheng didn't talk much, and didn't talk to his son too much, he easily wrapped one hand around the child's two slender ankles and held them firmly.

Yan Yao couldn't break free no matter what, and after a long time, she felt that it was not fun, so she could only pat his father's back pitifully, and shouted: "Hold Yaoyao... Come down! It's uncomfortable!"

Only then did the father catch his son back, patiently patted his son on the back, and asked in a low voice, "Are you still playing? Are you uncomfortable?"

Qi Yue sneered when he heard the words: "You are asking too much sarcasm."

"Is it meaningful to mock your son?" Yan Qingcheng didn't mean that at all.

"But you give people that kind of feeling when you talk." Qi Yue said casually, "I really didn't expect that Fang Li and I would have such a personality combined."

Yan Qingcheng's attitude towards people is really cold, although on the surface he looks dignified and self-restrained, very measured, and the city is deep, but people who really know him can tell at a glance that there is nothing reflected in his eyes The shadow of his eyes is as deep as an ancient well, nothing can catch his eyes, so he has no weakness.

This kind of person is the most terrifying when he is ruthless, because he is not restrained and has no faith in his heart.

Both Qi Yue and Fang Li have some concerns about this, after all, Yan Qingcheng like this is neither like Qi Yue nor Fang Li, no matter how unstable he looks.

Fortunately, there is still a son.Yan Qingcheng also felt a little tender when facing his son.

Thinking of this, Qi Yue suddenly heard his son's childish response: "I want to play, Yaoyao wants to ride a horse! Daddy hug me!"

... Yes, like father, like son.The father and son didn't know what yin and yang strange energy was.

Qi Yue wisely chose to continue to sleep, he was afraid that if he heard any strange conversations with his violent temper, he would be so angry that he would kick open the coffin board to find Yan Qingcheng to fight.

But at this moment outside, Yan Yao has happily ridden on his father's neck.

"Dad, stand up quickly! Stand tall!" While urging his father to stand up, the child nervously grabbed his father's short black hair, fearing that he would fall off.

Sensing his son's uneasiness, Yan Qingcheng raised one hand to hold his son's waist, while the other grabbed his little feet.Thanks to his year-round sports, he is tall and has long legs and a good physique, otherwise his hands would really not be able to reach that position.

Carried by her father for a walk around the room, and then into the living room, Yan Yao's face flushed with excitement, and she kept waving her little hands happily at her doll, only feeling that she was [-] meters tall and proud Extremely.

Yan Qingcheng waited for his son to have had enough fun before he took the child down, touched his son's sweaty forehead, and walked to the bathroom.

"Keep it high... don't take a bath..." Yan Yao reluctantly struggled when she saw the bathroom door, her little brows were also frowned, as if she was about to cry.

Yan Qingcheng knew his son's habits well, immediately held his son down, and calmly said: "Don't take a bath, go play in the water."

The child who was still looking bitter was stunned for a moment, and said blankly: "Playing with water... there is a little yellow duck."

"Well, there are still bubbles, do you want to play?" Yan Qingcheng asked.

"I want to play." Yan Yao couldn't tell the difference between taking a bath and playing in the water for a while, she happily agreed, and was carried in in a daze.

However, his father didn't intend to let him play in the water at all. After taking a quick shower, he came out with his son in his arms, and continued to divert his attention with other things: "Today I will give medicine and eat soup dumplings."

"The buns are delicious!" Yan Yao didn't realize that she had been cheated, she sat obediently on his father's arm, and only thought about the delicious soup dumplings.

He was fooled by his father all morning, but he didn't make a fuss, he finished his meal obediently, and followed Yan Qingcheng out to do business.

"Daddy is going to work..." The child sat in the exclusive baby seat, stepped on the pedals and stood up, looking at the scenery outside the window.

"It's not going to work, bring medicine to identify people." Yan Qingcheng drove to Qi's house, and was greeted by groups of helpers as soon as he got out of the car.

The Qi family has always liked to keep a bunch of servants and servants, and there are many rules, which is why Qi Yue, who is rebellious by nature, doesn't like this place.

When Mr. Qi saw his adopted grandson entering the door with the child in his arms, his face turned blue, obviously he couldn't accept it.

However, in the next second, remembering the agreement between Yan Qingcheng and him, the old man held back again, and greeted Yan Yao with a smile.

"You're Yaoyao, right? I'm Grandpa." The old man reached out and grabbed Yan Yao's little hand.

The child blinked in fright, quickly pulled his little hand back, ran back behind his father, hugged Yan Qingcheng's leg, hid his face, and called out timidly: "Dad..."

Yan Yao was only three years old, she was too small, her height only reached his father's thigh, so it was pitiful to hold her leg like this.

"It's okay." Yan Qingcheng bent down, picked up his son and carried him back to his arms.

Mr. Qi withdrew his hand in embarrassment, looked at Yan Yao, and asked, "This is the child mentioned earlier? Are you sure he is your son?"

"Sure. I have changed the names on my ID card and household registration book, but as long as I stay at Qi's family for a day, I will be Qi Yue. I will take full responsibility for the management of the Qi's consortium and its subsidiaries, and all properties will still be in the name of my grandfather." Next, you can choose a suitable heir." Yan Qingcheng put a document on the coffee table.

The old man reached out to take it, put on his glasses and looked at it, then sighed, and said, "Grandpa's most preferred heir is you. But...you are willing to make concessions and come back to manage the company, and you have to bear such a burden on the Qi family. Grandpa has nothing to do." Ask for yours."

Mr. Qi looked at Yan Yao carefully, and then asked: "Then, what do you want grandpa to do? I have already recognized this child. If you take it with you, grandpa won't care."

Yan Qingcheng looked down at his son, touched his eyes comfortingly, and said in a deep voice:

"I want to ask Grandpa for help. I want to marry the eldest lady of the Xin family, Xin Moyi."

"You want to marry the daughter of the Xin family?" Mr. Qi looked astonished, pointed at Yan Yao with a trembling finger, and asked, "Then what about this child? Qi Yue, do you want to find a mother for this child?"

"En." Yan Qingcheng's eyes were cold.

"This..." The 18-year-old grandson suddenly asked for marriage. Mr. Qi was really confused, and he said after a while, "Even if you want to get married, you have to find a suitable one. Let alone the girl of the Xin family. She still has a fiancé at the moment, could it be possible that grandpa can still snatch someone?"

As soon as these words came out, even Yan Yao, who was still a baby, fell silent.

The child stood up on his father's lap, stretched out his small hand and touched his father's forehead, then touched his own, and then said worriedly: "Dad is sick... Mom used to say that before she got married, she was still worrying about the disease." Love to cry... how can you find your mother now?"

Yan Qingcheng: "...Didn't you say that Mom will marry Dad next year?"

"That's too fast. Mom and Dad have made do with each other. They got married after only seeing each other once." The child said earnestly.

Yan Qingcheng: "Okay, Dad understands."

It's too difficult to make do with a marriage.