shock!The cannon fodder is actually in love [Quick wear]

Suddenly being hugged by a man, although it was just a comforting hug that wasn't very intimate, Chen Heming still felt uncomfortable and froze in place.

"Well, I will work hard." After receiving the encouragement, the young man seemed to feel a lot better, but after thanking him, he found this encircled posture and blushed instantly.

"Sorry to trouble you again."

Chu Yiwan shook his head and said nothing.

For the first time in his life, Chu Yiwan was too flustered to speak.

Heck, the moment he saw the young man was about to cry out of frustration, he unexpectedly thought of a little rabbit with drooping ears, and wanted to use the word "cute", which he thought would never appear in his dictionary To describe the youth in front of me.

He even once again forgot his habit of keeping a distance from others, and gave him a hug on his own initiative without the youth's permission, causing the youth to avoid his eyes in embarrassment.

"Tongzi, do you feel that something is wrong?"

The staring behind him seemed like a shadow, and the burning Chen Heming almost knocked the egg out of the bowl.

"What's wrong?" 0937 asked blankly, his black eyes were full of doubts.

Chen Heming knew that he couldn't count on the mechanical head of 0937, but besides 0937, he couldn't find anyone else to discuss with him now, so he could only explain tiredly, "Don't you think Chu Yiwan took too much care of me? Behavior is simply disastrous."

"The host saved the little cannon fodder, and Jin Thigh repays his kindness. There is nothing wrong with that?" 0937 rolled around on the kitchen counter and couldn't figure it out. It was obviously a normal thing, maybe Jin Thigh's character design There is "gratitude" in it, why the host has made such a fuss recently.

Chen Heming wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't continue to argue with the stupid system.

In fact, he couldn't say it, but he always felt that it was weird.

Considering that Nao Nao hadn't eaten well for a few days, Chen Heming quickly made steamed eggs and millet porridge that nourished the stomach, which was light and nutritious.

Looking for a bowl in the shape of a small sun, Chen Heming walked gently into the noisy room with the tray.Before entering the door, I heard Chu Yiwan's voice, as if talking to himself.

Pushing open the door and taking a closer look, it turned out that Chu Yiwan was drawing pictures while accompanying him.To be precise, Chu Yiwan also spread a piece of drawing paper next to the noisy drawing paper, and babbled while drawing, trying to use harassment in exchange for the child's reaction. Unfortunately, the two seem to be in different time and space, and the noisy is not at all. free from his interference.

"It's noisy, let's eat." The young man raised his tone, his tone was as light as the summer sun, bright but not too hot.

Sitting casually on the other side of the hustle and bustle, the young man set the table and chopsticks, looked up and saw the man who had put down the paintbrush, and said politely, "Mr. Chu, there is still a lot of porridge in the kitchen, do I need a bowl for you? "

Chen Heming swears that this is purely a courtesy of the flower grower.Furthermore, since it's neither morning nor noon, with Chu Yiwan's usual eating habits, he definitely wouldn't pay attention to the porridge cooked by his rice cooker.

"Is there any more for me?" The corner of the man's lips moved, and he seemed a little surprised, "You can make trouble with me, I will fill it myself."

Weird, too weird.

Chen Heming shook his head, sighed, too lazy to think deeply.Anyway, he is just cannon fodder, if there is something wrong, just leave the world, no matter how many schemes Chu Yiwan has, it will not hinder him.

After waiting quietly for 2 minutes, I saw that the little boy was still indifferent, the young man lowered his eyes sadly, the corners of his lips were pursed, his tone was lost and ethereal, and his whole person was as wilted as a young sapling about to wither.

"Ah..." The young man sighed a long time, "I don't even eat the rice cooked by my father. It seems that I am really angry, and I can't be coaxed."

The black pen tip on the paper stopped for a moment, Chen Heming continued his efforts, and continued in a lower tone.

"At first, Dad discussed with your uncle. From now on, Dad will go to work in Uncle's company, and he can come to see Nao Nao every day. He will grow up with Nao Nao just like before. I guess Nao Nao doesn't want to see Dad now, right?"

The voice was too bleak, as if his heart had been broken, and he was about to fall down at any moment.This time, after he finished speaking, Chen Heming saw that the child's hand holding the pen was clenched even tighter.

"If you see Dad making trouble, it will only make you sadder, then Dad should go back. When will..." Nao Nao wants to see Dad, and Dad will come again.

Before the young man finished speaking, a pair of small hands still stained with black ink picked up the spoon.

One mouthful of steamed egg and one mouthful of rice, another mouthful of steamed egg and another mouthful of rice... Nao Nao ate very regularly.Chen Heming understood, this is still a kid with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Smiling quietly, he watched Nao Nao slowly finish his meal, and then Chen Heming took out the handkerchief he had prepared earlier to wipe Xiao Tuanzi's mouth clean.

"The rice seems to be on your hands, and your hands are oily. Let's wash our hands, shall we?"

Bai Tuanzi didn't speak as usual, but Chen Heming smiled in a good mood.

As if he could not understand the noisy silence at all, the young man stretched out his hand and held his little black paw. The child raised his arm and struggled a few times, then silently gave up when he couldn't get rid of it. To the bathroom.

"Good boy." The young man couldn't help but praise the cooperative child after washing his paint-stained hands so white and tender.

Whether it is misery or tenderness, in short, the cunning adult tried to find out that the child did not resist his contact as he showed, so he had to make an inch.

Abducting him into the living room very naturally, Chen Heming found that Chu Yiwan was still drinking porridge when passing by the restaurant.

Chen Heming thoughtfully walked the man down the steps, "Mr. Chu is not hungry yet, if he can't eat, he will collapse, don't hold on to you."

He just said, he is used to delicacies from mountains and seas, and porridge and side dishes are hard to swallow.

Chu Yiwan first took the porridge bowl into his arms again, and then gracefully wiped the corners of his lips before praising, "I don't hold back, it's because your cooking skills are so good, I don't want to use them up too soon. over."

Chen Heming:? ? ?How to say?Could it be that the chefs that the Chu family hired at a high price were all parallel imports?

But seeing Chu Yiwan's sincere expression, Chen Heming became suspicious again.Could it be that his craft suddenly evolved in another world?

"Then take it easy."

Not knowing what is so magical about ordinary porridge, Chen Heming led the little boy to sit on the leather sofa in the living room in doubt, and turned on the TV casually.

"Didn't you watch the cartoons in the past few days, how about dad watching them with you?"

Yuanshen and Nao Nao used to watch an enlightenment animation every day at home, especially those related to nature, and Nao Nao had to watch it at least three or four times.However, in the state after Nao Nao was picked up, he probably didn't have the heart to watch it.

"Let's see, where is the elf going to explore today? Wow, I'm going to pick mushrooms in the forest today..."

The slightly exaggerated and childish male voice kept ringing in the living room, accompanied by the childish voice of the elf on the TV, everything was very harmonious.

An episode of the early education animation lasted only four to five minutes. As soon as the end of the credits came out, Chen Heming was slapped lightly on the knee twice.

This is a noisy habit, he doesn't talk much, so if he wants to watch it again, he will pat Yuan's leg to signal.

"Okay, let's watch it again."

Naturally, he picked up the little boy who had been leaning against his arm for some time and put it in his arms. Chen Heming quickly played it again. This time he was still commenting novelty, filling the always empty living room. vitality.

Half an hour later, the little boy who was trying to sit up by himself had already fallen asleep in the young man's arms with his head tilted.

After turning off the TV, the young man turned his head and found that there was actually a person sitting beside him.

"Hey!" The young man was so frightened that he almost threw the little boy out of his arms, "When did you sit here?!"