After picking up the baby, my father and I became rivals

Zhang Yu didn't say a word until the two got on the high-speed train to go home during the winter vacation.His face was still gloomy. After putting away the suitcase and sitting on the seat, he put the mobile phone and his hand in his pocket, and his thin lips were tightly closed, speechless.

Song Wenzhi's knees were still aching. At that time, Zhang Yu threw Shang Yang away, ran towards the school gate with him in his arms, and beat him straight to the hospital.

Then I was delayed in the hospital for a long time before I got on the high-speed rail that was rebooked.

The mobile phone in vibration mode was buzzing in Song Wenzhi's hand, and it hadn't stopped since the way to the hospital, but he didn't need to look to know the news was from Shang Yang.

Not knowing whether it was the high temperature in the carriage that made him breathless, or the silence between the two of them was too low, Song Wenzhi unzipped the down jacket and sat in another position, but it was uncomfortable no matter what.

Song Wenzhi glanced tentatively, only to see that his strong body was wrapped in a white down jacket, his chin and lips were hidden in the collar, only his tall nose and half-closed eyes were exposed, and his hair was broken in front of his forehead. Sparsely throws down a layer of shadows.

In front of Zhang Yu, Song Wenzhi was kissed by an Alpha, who can bear this?

Although Zhang Yu didn't say a word about him, Song Wenzhi's mouth was puckered by his silence now, and an inexplicable grievance suddenly appeared in his heart. Song Wenzhi sobbed softly, and whispered Said: "It hurts..."

Zhang Yu straightened up reflexively, revealing his entire face, reached out and touched Song Wenzhi's knee and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Song Wenzhi lowered his eyes and nodded, raised his knee and gave it to Zhang Yu's hand: "It's all bruised, of course it hurts."

Although it was briefly treated in the hospital, Song Wenzhi still felt unwell from the dull pain from bumping his knee.But it was mainly because of Zhang Yu's silence all the time. Song Wenzhi sniffed pitifully, stared at Zhang Yu and looked down at the hair on the top of his knee, and couldn't help pointing with his fingers.

"Xiao Yuzi, are you angry with me?"

Zhang Yu touched Song Wenzhi's knee lightly with his palm, then raised his head and sighed softly to him: "Of course not." There was resoluteness in his eyes and a smile at the corner of his mouth. Zhi touched the neck.

Now Song Wenzhi was silent.

In fact, he knew in his heart that Zhang Yu was angry, and he also knew that it was his own negligence that gave Shang Yang an opportunity to delusional.

"Here." Song Wenzhi opened the VX interface of his mobile phone, and then handed it to Zhang Yu: "I will definitely listen to you in the future, and handle this for me."

On the simple interface, there are only a few school groups on the top, and there are only one and one avatar for a single person, and there is no news, only the private message column of Shangyang below shows the status of 99+.

Zhang Yu glanced at Song Wenzhi and took the phone from his hand.

He looked through it calmly for about 15 minutes. During this time, Song Wenzhi saw that his face remained expressionless, but occasionally raised his eyebrows a few times, and then with a swipe of his finger, he tapped on Shangyang's profile picture to black out a dragon, and then from With a sigh of relief, he returned the phone to Song Wenzhi.

Song Wenzhi looked at his stretched brows, and thought that his temper would be smoother now, right?

Then Song Wenzhi pursed his lips, and asked him anyway: "I think, I should make it clear to him, otherwise..."

As Song Wenzhi spoke, he couldn't help but think of Shang Yang's bloody story, and his Adam's apple twitched slightly: "I'm afraid he will call the police and say that you abducted a boy."

I thought Zhang Yuhui would be displeased, but he suddenly sneered, shook Song Wenzhi's hand and said, "Don't worry, I've already sent him the photo of our marriage certificate, I've seen enough for him to think about it for a while. "

"When did you post it?" Song Wenzhi was slightly surprised.

"When I first got on the high-speed rail." Zhang Yu pursed his lips triumphantly, stretched his long legs and changed his sitting position.

Song Wenzhi was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, Zhang Yu had already made a move, and he was still aggrieved, trying to coax Zhang Yu to be happy. It is estimated that Zhang Yu had already discovered his small thoughts, and waited for Song Wenzhi to throw himself into the trap up.

"You did it on purpose!" Song Wenzhi blushed and patted Zhang Yu on the shoulder in reproach.

Zhang Yu grabbed his hand, put it on his chest and lowered his eyelids and said, "Then what should I do if I'm injured here?"

Then his lips were printed on Song Wenzhi's cheek, and his lips brushed Song Wenzhi's reddish skin and said in a low voice, "He kissed you."

Song Wenzhi was noncommittal, he understood Zhang Yu's mood at the time, if someone kissed Zhang Yu in front of him, he probably would have blown up the vinegar factory long ago.

"It's my fault, my heart is too soft."

Zhang Yuzong said that he is shallow-minded and too sincere to people, and he might be used and deceived by others at any time, Song Wenzhi had to admit it.

"Baby, you don't need to change anything, don't think too much." Zhang Yu hugged him tightly, stroked his hair back and forth on the back of his neck.

"It's fine if you're like this, really. Leave the other things to me." Zhang Yu's eyes welled up, and his arms around Song Wenzhi gradually tightened.

It's good that you are innocent and kind, and I will help you block any storm he has.

After that, the two never mentioned anything about Shang Yang again. After turning this page, they happily went home with their suitcases.

When they first arrived at home, only Mother Zhang watched Xiaobao learn to walk in the walker. Both Father Song and Father Zhang were at school watching the students review for the end of term. High school has a heavy workload, and they are currently working overtime to study.

Xiaobao's eyes, which resembled Song Wenzhi's, were shining brightly. When the two fathers entered the house, he walked towards the entrance with his little feet shaking.

"Little Treasure, kiss me, Daddy."

Song Wenzhi didn't even have time to take off his coat, he couldn't wait to hug his precious son, and kissed Xiaobao's collagen-covered face a few times.

Zhang Yu also touched Xiaobao's fleshy face, but Xiaobao's eyes were glued to Song Wenzhi's body and he never moved away, giggling and showing his baby teeth.

After all, it was Song Wenzhi who was conceived in October, so Xiaobao naturally had a certain emotional resonance with him.

In addition, Song Wenzhi interacted with Xiaobao on video calls almost every night, and over time, the nine-month-old child also recognized him.

As for Zhang and this father, they shut themselves in the small study for a while after dinner on weekdays, busy with their extra careers, and only came out before going to bed.

Or just watching Xiaobao on the video call doesn't talk much, just laughing with him.

The two have been going to school outside and can't come back home, so Xiaobao actually doesn't have a deep impression of Zhang Yu.

"My dear son, what do you want to call me?" Song Wenzhi hugged Xiaobao and coaxed him gently.

Xiaobao babbled and said in a childish voice, "Daddy...Daddy!"

Although the pronunciation is not very accurate, Xiaobao can still pronounce a few single sounds accurately.

"Little Treasure is awesome!" Song Wenzhi smiled and kissed his son, then hugged him and pointed to Zhang Yu.

"Then, what do you call him?"

Seeing the man with an obviously unnatural expression in front of him, Xiao Bao gradually put away his smile and stared at Zhang Yu with his mouth pouted.

"Call me Dad." Song Wenzhi taught Xiaobao patiently, repeating: "Daddy."

Xiao Bao still looked at Zhang Yu without saying a word, his big glasses flickering.

Seeing this, Song Wenzhi stuffed Xiaobao's favorite little basketball toy into Zhang Yu's hand, and asked Zhang Yu to hold it to make Xiaobao talk.

Zhang Yu did as he said, and Xiaobao really stared at the little basketball and called 噫噫噫, but despite what Song Wenzhi said, Xiaobao just didn't call him Dad.

"Teach Xiaobao a few words, what's wrong with you? This is your son and not Ultraman, why are you so restrained?"

Zhang Yu took the meat dumpling from Song Wenzhi's hand and held it in his hands. The milky and soft little guy shook the small basketball and stared at Zhang Yu's face curiously.

Under the expectant eyes of Song Wenzhi and Zhang's mother, Zhang Yu cleared his throat, and said to Xiaobao word by word: "Xiaobao, call Dad."

Zhang Yu's voice is blunt and flat, very boring.

Zhang's mother couldn't stand it anymore, and reminded him: "Xiao Bao is not a member of your Alpha president, nor is he your opponent in the debate competition. Can you talk to a child like that?"

Zhang Yu could only say it over and over again, trying to put on a soft voice: "Xiaobao, call me daddy, daddy."

"Dad, Daddy."

Suddenly, holding the small basketball, Xiaobao suddenly opened his mouth and smiled, and scratched Zhang Yu's tough face with his tender little hands.

Let out a long sound: "Ah——"

Zhang Yu: "..."

Who is Lao Tzu?

Because the scene was too embarrassing, Song Wenzhi took off his clothes and went directly to take a shower.

Zhang's mother carried Xiaobao to the bedroom to feed milk powder, leaving only Zhang Yu sitting on the sofa in a daze, the frustration spread from the toes to the hair.

"The child is too close to you. He can call his grandparents and two grandpas, so he can't call him dad."

Zhang's mother coaxed Xiaobao to sleep, sat next to him, and taught him as a female teacher of the people.

Zhang Yu said with an embarrassed smile: "I'm not at home often, and it's normal for Xiaobao to see my face."

"Then why is Xiao Zhi so good with Xiao Bao? I don't think you care about your son!"

Zhang's mother tapped his forehead with her finger as he did when he was a child, and warned Zhang Yu to spend this holiday with Xiaobao, otherwise the child would not even remember his father's face.

Zhang and Lian said yes.

It happened that Song Wenzhi came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He was wearing a changed pajamas and was wiping the water from his hair with a towel.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu got up and went to the bathroom to find a hair dryer, and followed Song Wenzhi into the bedroom with him.

Mother Zhang saw it, then shook her head with a smile, and said nothing.

At night when Zhang's father came home, he called Zhang Yu away and had a long talk with him. When Song Wenzhi was lying on the bed and Song Wenzhi was drowsy, Zhang Yu quietly got into bed.

"Dad talked to you about going back to the Zhang Group?" Song Wenzhi narrowed his eyes and said softly.

"Yes." Zhang Yu closed the quilt and replied with his arms around Song Wenzhi.

Song Wenzhi raised his arm, walked around behind Zhang Yu, and patted him on the back like a child.

"Just do whatever you want, I will support you."

Zhang Yu kissed Song Wenzhi's forehead and gave a soft "hmm".

[The author has something to say: Because of the requirements set later, Xiaobao’s age is set at a little over one year old, and he can speak words and walk]