After breaking up with Qing Leng Omega

The question at the door made Jiang Wei pause, and a feeling of repulsion and embarrassment rose in his heart.

He thought that although he was not sociable, he was not rude, but he just subconsciously ignored Ye Caize's existence, and he didn't even want to say hello to him, let alone invite someone to come in.

This behavior is indeed a bit embarrassing in the communication of adults, especially since Jiang Wei's current identity is only "Kick's Dad", and the other party is still helping him with his children on the show, he seems to have no reason to be so rude.

Ye Caize's question magnified the embarrassment a lot, and also made Jiang Wei sober up. He put away his stiff expression and turned around, "Yes, please come in."

Ye Caize heard the sound and stepped into the door, then took the slippers and put them on freely, and looked around the room like patrolling the territory.

The house is very small, and you can see it with just a few glances. Although the furniture is a bit old, it has been tidied up neatly. The floor is covered with cartoon-patterned carpets, and there are a few watercolor paintings hanging on the wall. It doesn’t feel quite like Jiang Wei’s. It's the same, it's actually kind of warm, not like a single-parent family at all.

As early as the last recording of the show, Fengbai had asked a lot about Kick, and he only mentioned his father in his words, and no other family members.

After watching, Ye Caize went to the table to help cut the cake, Jiang Wei brought out a plate from the kitchen, and the two of them had already eaten it with spoons.

Ye Caize raised his eyes to meet Shang Jiang Weishui's speechless eyes, and motioned to him for a complete piece on the other side: "This is yours, we didn't touch it."

Kick followed by raising his eyes, with his mouth full of cake, he said, "Dad, eat it, it's delicious."

The cake is made of fruit and cream. It is not too big. It is obvious that the cream inside is spread thinly and thickly. It is very scribbled, but the color scheme is still beautiful.

Jiang Wei kicked and sat down on the sofa, pinched a black fork with his white fingertips, dug a piece, and sent it to the tip of his nose to smell it, like an animal before eating to confirm the edibility by smell, and then hang down Mouzi brought the cake to his lips, and slightly pursed it with his lips, as if he was trying some new dark cuisine.

This appearance was very picky, but Ye Caize on the opposite side lost his mind for a moment, staring at the corner of Jiang Wei's lips with dark and deep eyes.

Jiang Mo also doesn't like sweets, which made Ye Caize, who was giving milk tea and buying desserts in order to chase him, hit a wall a lot.

Ye Caize discovered later that he doesn't like too sweet fruit, he doesn't eat spicy food, and he's picky about other flavorful seasonings such as sour, bitter, salty, etc., but he doesn't like it and doesn't say anything, he just stays calm like this He took a sip lightly, polite and disgusted, restrained and arrogant.

It is no different from Jiang Wei now.

After he took a bite and tasted it, Jiang Wei put down his fork, it was too sweet, white cream mixed with red jam got to his mouth, he lightly pursed his lips and licked it.

The eyes of the person on the other side became darker.

Here Jiang Wei raised his hand to pour a glass of water to press the sweetness in his throat, only to find that his eyes were empty.

The opposite is also true, he forgot to pour water for the guests.

He raised his eyes apologetically, and met the deep eyes of the man staring at him. The corners of his lips that he had just licked were instantly hot, because the familiar feeling made him understand the eyes immediately.

Resisting and ashamed, he got up and went into the kitchen to boil water, but the kitchen and the living room were only a few steps away, and there was still a glass door. Even if his back was turned to the door, that gaze still had substance.

"Mr. Jiang," the person behind him suddenly said, "Does it taste bad?"

Jiang Wei hesitated for a moment when he turned on the faucet, before he could think of an answer, the person on the other side said again: "Aren't the peaches delicious?"

Jiang Wei: "..."

The sound of splashing water brought Jiang Wei back to his senses, he hastily turned off the water, pressed the switch to boil the water and said, "Normal."

"I like peaches," said the child with a kick all over his face, innocently, "it tastes like my father."

Ye Caize laughed, and the deep voice was heard very clearly in Jiang Wei's ears in the small space: "Well, I like it too."

Jiang Wei stared silently at the heated kettle, hoping that the kettle would never be boiled.

Yet it boiled quickly.

When Jiang Wei returned to the living room, the two people at the table had already started discussing how to pick out the peach pulp from the butter and eat it.

"In this way, we will open one by one."

Kick watched Ye Caize's movements attentively, and besides anticipation, there was another color in his small eyes, which Jiang Wei had never seen before.

He had to admit that Ye Caize was better at taking care of children than he was.

So the phrase "don't waste food" was held in my mouth and I couldn't say it.

"Mr. Jiang likes to paint?" Ye Caize's eyes fell on the painting that was still drying in front of the window at some point.

Jiang Wei put the poured water in front of Ye Caize, and replied aloud, "Draw whatever you want."

I felt that my father's expression was not clear enough and kicked out: "My father is very good. In addition to painting, he can also write songs, tell stories, and..."

"Oh?" Ye Caize's gaze flickered at Jiang Wei, "Mr. Jiang can still write songs?"

Jiang Wei glanced at his fast-talking son, and wiped the cream on his face, hoping that he would not say a few words, but he couldn't bear to blame him for the similarly showing-off expression on his little face.

Under the ostentatious eyes of his son, he couldn't lie, so he could only reply truthfully: "This is my job."

"Really?" Ye Caize's gaze was so straightforward that he gave up trying to hide it, "That's too coincidental."

Jiang Wei glanced at him, thinking about how to explain the coincidence between him and his ex-boyfriend more naturally without any trace, but Ye Caize said again: "It just so happens that I have recently come up with a new song, but I haven't found a suitable one yet, Mr. Jiang Are you interested?"

Jiang Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Sorry."

"Mr. Jiang, don't rush to refuse, we can..."

"I'm good at nursery rhymes." Jiang Wei interrupted him, seeing the other party's eyes dimmed in astonishment as he wished, he continued, "So sorry, I'm afraid I can't help."

"Don't be sorry, I was the one who was abrupt." Ye Caize said.

In the Wanhao community, in a certain villa that finally calmed down after a noisy day, Feng Bai, who coaxed the last child to sleep, dragged his tired body out of the bedroom, and saw people drinking on the balcony at a glance. This was the third time he had this week. See this scene.

Touching a can of wine from the table, Feng Bai went to the balcony to accompany him, and said: "Are you still sad?"

In the quiet night, Ye Caize squeezed the empty beer can in his hand, his brows and eyes were full of depressed emotions, but his voice was very clear: "I'm happy."

Feng Bai glanced at him: "Are you happy?" He could smell the restlessness on his body even after closing the balcony door.

Ye Caize, who was holding the wine jar, raised his eyebrows: "Tell me, if someone gave birth to your child, what does that mean?"

He used to think that the person who didn't love him and deceived his feelings actually gave birth to his own child, and let the child participate in the same program as him. Ye Caize couldn't control his thoughts, and couldn't help but guess the small probability. Does it mean that he doesn't have no feelings for him at all?

If there is no relationship and the two have broken up, he can completely kill the child.

Feng Bai frowned: "Are you sure it's him?"

Ye Caize: "80.00%."

"The remaining 20.00%?"

"He's changed a lot."

Feng Bai clicked his tongue: "After all these years, didn't you say that you look exactly the same? Adding Kick and your looks, how much fate can there be such a big coincidence?"

Ye Caize opened another bottle of wine, raised his head and took a sip before saying, "I think he is, but I'm also afraid that he is, and I'm also afraid that he isn't."

Feng Bai didn't understand: "If it is, you don't want to turn back, do you?"

Turn back?Ye Caize's eyes darkened as the man's cream-stained thin lips and ascetic waist came to mind. If the other party had the intention of getting back together, he could reluctantly forgive him.

At this time, in the Lizi Community, people who should have gone to bed early rarely suffered from insomnia.

Whenever he fell into a messy mood, Jiang Wei would habitually analyze himself. Over the years, he thought that he no longer had much affection for Ye Caize, whether it was love or hate.

Or, he didn't hate him in the first place.

Although he doesn't have a deep understanding and perception of love, he understands the truth that feelings cannot be forced.

When he smelled the pheromone on that person's body similar to his own, he should have been aware of it, and the tear mole that was exactly the same as his own, but he was fascinated by love at the time and couldn't see anything.

Ye Caize may have struggled at the beginning, but in the end he followed his heart and chose to break up because he couldn't deceive his own heart.

And what is Ye Caize's probing attitude now?

Even if he finally revealed his identity, they would never be able to go back.

Feelings are not a necessity, and now he only hopes that his son can grow up healthily.

It would be even more ridiculous if it was for his son.

Now Ye Caize only has the identity of Tick's biological father, Tick is his own son and has nothing to do with anyone.

The weekend is coming soon, and with the weekend, in addition to the news of kicking home, there is also a new interview notice.

There was no news from the last interview for a few days. Jiang Wei realized that there was no possibility, so he found several new companies.

On the way to pick up the children, he was still worrying about seeing Ye Caize again, but when he arrived at Marriott's small villa, all the artists had left, leaving only a few children waiting for their parents to pick them up.

I haven't seen him for a few days, but Kick is in good spirits, and shows Jiang Wei the handicrafts in his small schoolbag in the car.

"This is Xizi, brother Ye... made it."

Jiang Wei turned his face while driving the car, then turned back and said, "This is 'lion'."

"Sizi."

Jiang Wei: "...Did you review oral English these days?"

Kick: "...Ye, my brother said, you can take a break from recording the show."

Jiang Wei: "???"

He stopped in front of the traffic light, looked at Kiki and said, "That's what he told you?"

Kick blinked, thought for a few seconds and said, "Brother Apple said the same, and Hurry didn't learn spoken language..." Hurry is another kid who is about the same age as Kick.

Seeing his son's cautious expression, Jiang Wei softened his tone: "But Kick, Kick has lived in China since he was a child, he is different from you."

Perhaps it was because Jiang Wei's expression was still serious, and the kid who kicked and kicked nodded his head lightly, took out the learning machine he carried with him, and immediately started speaking practice.

Jiang Wei was very annoyed when he saw his son who was still in high spirits obviously depressed just now, and at the same time transferred this annoyance to Ye Caize, the culprit.

He pondered for a moment and decided to change the subject: "Kick, should we think about how to celebrate your birthday?"

Kick raised his head, his eyes regained their brilliance: "I want to eat a lot of cakes."

"Okay, what else?"

"I also want the bear balloon."

"Well, this is fine too."

The atmosphere in the car was restored to harmony.

So in the next few days, Jiang Weibian was looking for a job while preparing to celebrate his son's sixth birthday, kicking the kids and continuing their cram school life.

On the day of his birthday, Jiang Wei asked for leave from the cram school, and arrived at the reserved restaurant early with Tick.

While waiting for the meal, Jiang Wei took his mobile phone and asked his son again whether he wanted to see giant pandas or penguins, but found that the villain on the opposite side was looking around absently.

"Kick, are you listening to Dad?"

Almost at the same time, another voice sounded: "Kick, happy birthday!"

Jiang Wei raised his head, and a man who suddenly appeared was standing in front of the table, holding a little bear hydrogen balloon in his hand.

The author has something to say: Ye Reluctantly Cai Ze: In fact, I can accept it if I go to get the certificate tomorrow