did you see my dad

Huali didn't see Gojo Satoru's sudden serious expression, she stuffed the small jar in his hand, habitually turned her face on it, and closed her eyes: "Dad, wipe Xiangxiang!" .”

The once rebellious boy lived alone for several years after his best friend betrayed him.

He probably never imagined that he would have such a day-to apply face cream to a three-year-old child.If Xia Youjie saw it, he might take the opportunity to take a picture of his current appearance, so that he can laugh at him in front of other people later.

The small jar was not as big as his palm, and he could easily unscrew the lid of the face cream with the frog logo, and a sweet smell rushed to his face. His fingers were thick and long. When I applied it on my face, I realized... Maybe, maybe he used too much, this amount is enough for her to apply it four or five times.

While he was thinking about what to do, Huali, who noticed something strange, opened his eyes.

At this moment, half of her cheeks are covered with white cream, which is so thick that it can't be pushed away, like a ball of cream sticking to her face, even the hair around her cheeks is not spared.

Huali didn't speak, but just looked at the cream jar in Gojo Satoru's hand. The original full jar was dug out at this moment, and the cream in the small jar was reduced by one-third.

Huali frowned. If she smeared it like her father did, she would not be fragrant the day after tomorrow.

She doesn't know if her father's family has enough money to support her, but if this continues, she will become a dry child sooner or later, and no aunt will like her.

So, when Wujo Wu hid his guilt and raised his hand to pretend to be calm and continue to smear her, Huali stopped him.The child grabbed his broad hand, like a young flower bud innocently resisting the sharp claws of a beast that was about to fall.

She corrected Gojo Satoru with a stern face: "Dad, there are too many."

Adults in their twenties turned their heads and coughed guiltily: "I know, I know."

The cream that has been applied to the face cannot be put back, Huali touched the fragrance on the face, and the whole palm was covered with white balm.

Huali moved closer, observed Wujo Wu's skin carefully, and then slapped him on the chin.

He was just an ordinary three-year-old child, Gojo Satoru didn't even have much precautions, one of them accidentally got cream all over his face, it was sticky, and before he could wipe it off with the back of his hand, Huali stretched out his little hand and rubbed it on his face opened.

Although the movement of wiping is not proficient, it is focused enough: "Don't waste it!"

Have to admit, this is a good habit.

Gojo Satoru let her wipe it all over himself, and then he covered it with one palm, different from women's soft hands, Huali closed his eyes tightly to feel the occasional roughness of his palm, even though he had already withdrawn his strength, Huali Still being rubbed left and right by him, if he hadn't grabbed his arm, he would have fallen to the ground long ago.

Huali's entire face was red from being rubbed.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand, lamenting again that the child's skin was too tender.

Obviously, the lightest force has been used.

What happened today without Wujo Wu, even though Yidizhi repeatedly told him to take Huali there, maybe it was for selfish reasons, or something else, he didn't know it himself, his eyes quickly inspected Huali who was wearing his sweater, and then looked at Huali. Outside the window, the sun came out today, and it is almost December now, and someone outside has already put on cotton clothes.

Wujo Wu's eyes fell on Huali's bare feet again.

"Guru..."

Huali covered her stomach, and whispered softly, "It's not me."

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach growled continuously in a very embarrassing manner.

After 10 minutes, Huali was already sitting at the dining table to eat a simple breakfast. Wujo Wu didn't know what children of this age should eat, and the ingredients in the refrigerator did not allow him to make something suitable for children. Zai Huali didn't dislike him at all, he ate his breakfast cleanly, and poked his head towards him afterwards, his bristling hair seemed to be tense because he was worried that he would ignore him like last time.

Gojo Satoru stuffed the small cake he bought yesterday into his mouth, hesitated again and again, and tapped it with his finger.

It was a bit perfunctory, but at least it got a response, and the dull hair swayed happily from side to side, looking particularly happy.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be scratched by that stupid hair, and it was itchy, but fortunately, he immediately turned his head and looked away, without any emotion on his face.

He took a sip of the coffee that was so sweet that he lost his teeth, and asked at this moment because he wanted to divert his attention from the questions he had had since yesterday: "Where is your home?"

Even the police couldn't find her information, Gojo Satoru couldn't help feeling a little curious.

The daily work and life were interrupted by the arrival of a child, and he also tried his best to refresh his tired brain. Huali remembered what Mi Ke said—you must never tell other people about Might and Magic, otherwise it will lose its effect , but her father just asked her where her home was, and Huali felt that this could still be answered.

"Tokyo!"

After hearing her words, Gojo Satoru put down the cup in his hand and knocked it on the table with a crisp sound.

They are also in Tokyo now.

"Do you know the way back?" Gojo Satoru thought for a while before continuing to ask, "If you don't go back, your mother will worry about you."

He was asked similar questions in the police station yesterday, but Gojo Satoru didn't know about it, and the policewoman who called him didn't reveal too much, just told the final result.

When asked such a question, Huali subconsciously lowered her head to avoid it. She stared at the plate in front of her, shook her head and answered softly: "Mom won't worry about Huali anymore."

Although she doesn't know the meaning of death, but has touched the edge of these two words, her mother has disappeared, no longer hug her, no longer tell her bedtime stories, no longer kiss her on the cheek, and Compared to just now, she was too silent.

Twisting her fingers under the table, she showed a little uneasiness: "Mom fell asleep and lived in a small jar..."

She raised her hand and gestured, which was smaller than her head: "Uncle doctor said, mother will not come back."

After finishing speaking, Huali felt as if she drank soda, but the sourness on her tongue turned to her nose, she flicked her legs, and felt a chill again.

Gojo Satoru finally understood why the Police Department decided to send her away instead of choosing to find her relatives.

Gojo Satoru stood up abruptly, the friction sound from the chair and the ground interrupted the stagnant atmosphere around him, the young man stretched his waist and asked inadvertently, "Are you full?"

Huali raised her head blankly and nodded.

Afraid that he would not believe it, he stood on the chair again and showed him his swollen belly.

Gojo Wu found another coat to cover her body. His socks were too big. Fortunately, there were extra socks in the Huali bag. She was not very good at doing this kind of thing, so she threw it at Wujo Wu A look for help.

The palm-sized sock was lying on Gojo Wu's palm, and he squeezed the cotton sock with small lace and tried to put it on for her.

The white-haired young man walked in front, with one hand in his pocket and swaggering down the street wearing a blindfold.

What is even more striking is that behind the white-haired youth, there is a child in adult clothes who is wrapped into a small ball and follows slowly behind her, but the clothes on her body are too heavy , that small step moved like a snail, and his hands were used as a balance beam to support himself to prevent himself from falling.

After only walking a few steps, the young man walking in the front couldn't stand her speed, turned around and bent down, and hugged her in his arms, and the child was also very happy, giggling stop.

Gojo Satoru went to the nearest big shopping mall.

His appearance is very eye-catching, and there is a cute child with the same hair color as her in his arms. Many people stared at them along the way. Huali was a little shy at first. Dad raised his head high and looked down at the adults around him, his vision was completely different from before.

Wutiao Wu tried out several children's clothes in one go, bought more than a dozen dresses, even bought a lot of pants, shoes and socks, by the way...

There is also the children's face cream that he dug out a third of in the morning.

The clerk naturally knew that it was a customer who was not short of money, and he introduced the children's body wash and shampoo by the way, and bought a lot of things. at home.

After doing this, Gojo Satoru finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the problem can be solved with money, it is not a problem.

After he swiped the card, he went to Huali, who was taken aside by the clerk to play. She was sitting obediently in the rest area, looking at the children in the children's playground next to her, as if she wanted to go in and play.

When Gojo Satoru walked over, there was a boy sitting next to Huali who didn't know when, holding a jelly in his hand and saying something to her, but Huali hesitated for a while and didn't answer.

"Ah, what are you talking about~"

Seeing him, Huali immediately jumped off the bench, ran over and hugged his... knees.

The little boy who was sitting there frowned unhappily. He was a good-looking kid, well-dressed, and just because Gojo Satoru interrupted him, he raised his chin angrily: "Are you her father?"

Wujo Satoru didn't want to admit such an identity.

But Huali had already nodded for him, and hummed loudly: "He is my father!"

Gojo Satoru didn't want to be serious with the child, he smiled fakely, bent down and looked at him: "So what do you need--me?"

The little boy was not flinched by the sense of oppression brought by the adult's height and momentum. He was about to speak when a middle-aged man in a suit approached him. He bent down and said something. The little boy reluctantly shook off The hand that was caught, walked in front of the man alone, but before leaving, his eyes still stayed on Huali, as if reluctant to give up.

Gojo Satoru, who didn't get a reply, could only focus on Huali. She changed into a newly bought skirt, and her hair was neatly combed behind her back by the salesperson. At first glance, Chad looked exquisite and beautiful. Children are really special.

Children don't have so many twists and turns, and she answered honestly when asked: "He has a lot of jelly in his pocket—"

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows, just now he could see that Huali wanted it very much, but why didn't he...

Huali continued: "He said he would give a jelly for a kiss, but my mother said that you can't just let boys take advantage of you."