Loved by old men

Enraged, he rushed out from behind Cai Huan and smashed his small fist on Song Lin's body.

Song Linzhi couldn't dodge in time, he was afraid that he would fall, so he could only wrap his arms around him, "Yin Fan, listen to the teacher..."

"I won't listen!" Dangdang hit him on the chest, and said angrily with red eyes: "Dad is not feeling well, so you can't drink!"

Song Linzhi hurriedly apologized: "It's my fault, let's go home first and see if Dad is alright?"

"Fanfan, the teacher is here to pick you up." Although Cai Wei didn't know what happened between them, but Yin Yu had called before, so he knelt down to coax Yin Fan: "Father is waiting for Fanfan at home."

He looked at Cai Wei, "Did you lie to me?"

Cai Wei patted his head, "No, Dad called Auntie just now, brother also knows, right?"

As she spoke, she suddenly asked Cai Huan, and Yin Fan looked at Cai Huan.

Cai Huan walked over and hugged him, "Good boy."

Only then did he calm down, staring at Song Linzhi and saying, "I won't forgive you."

As he spoke, he turned around and led Cai Huan into the bedroom, and came out with a small schoolbag after a while.

Song Linzhi thanked Cai Wei and wanted to hold his hand, but was slapped away.

"I can do it myself." Dangdang ran to get into the car by himself.

Song Linzhi was driving Yin Yu's car, and there was a child seat in the back of the car. Seeing that he was obediently fastening his seat belt, he said goodbye to Cai Wei, and took the child to Yin Yu's house.

Along the way, holding the small schoolbag, his resentful eyes locked on Song Linzhi who was driving in front.

Song Linzhi saw his expression from the rearview mirror, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Does Fanfan hate me?"

"Don't call me Fanfan, we don't know each other well." He turned his face away and said sullenly, "You tricked my father out, I don't like you."

Song Lin was delighted, "Father went out with me by himself."

He didn't believe him, "You still let Dad drink, and you are not allowed to take him out to play in the future!"

Song Linzhi couldn't help laughing: "I took you out to play today, but you were not like this back then."

"Then I'll give it back to you when I get home." He didn't want his gift anymore, so he didn't want to betray his father because of the gift.

Song Linzhi teased him on purpose: "There is no reason to take back what you send out."

He was so anxious: "No, I will return it to you when I get home. You can't rob Dad from me."

Song Linzhi pulled over and stopped.

Dangdang immediately grabbed the seat and shouted: "You can't throw me away!" Leaving him on the road in the middle of the night, he must sue his father!

"Yin Fan, do you think I'm robbing you of your father?"

Song Linzhi turned his head suddenly, and the faint street lights shone on his face, and he couldn't see any expression, which made people feel a little frightened.

He retracted his hand, not daring to look at him again, "You can't take it away..."

"Then do I really want to take your father away?"

"Then..." Just as he was about to argue, Song Linzhi took the conversation away, "When the teacher met your father, you were not even born yet."

Men have an inherently powerful aura, and in dim light, men look more imposing than during the day.

He was a little scared, he grabbed the schoolbag tightly with his little hands, "Daddy is mine..."

"Father is indeed yours." Song Linzhi crossed the seat and touched his face, "No one can take you away, you are his only son, but the teacher will be his only love, I say you Do you understand?"

He shook his head frantically.

He doesn't want a second father, he only needs one father!

Seeing his resistance, Song Linzhi half-threateningly said: "Little Yin Fan still owes the teacher a gift."

He shook his head, his eyes were red, "Don't..."

"I'll return the gift to you, don't take my dad away."

As he spoke, he took out the children's books in the small schoolbag.

Song Linzhi suddenly thought of Yin Yu when he was a child.

At that time, he hadn't graduated from college, and Yin Yu was only four or five years old.

On a certain night when Yin Shijian was working overtime, Yin Yu called him and cried without saying anything. He was so scared that he ran back to Yin Shijian's house from school, and Yin Yu cried to him, "Daddy doesn't want me anymore."

He is obviously not his biological son, but they are strikingly similar in this respect.

The corners of Song Linzhi's mouth curled up, "Didn't Dad tell you that you can't take back the gift you gave?"

He didn't listen to what he said, and returned the book to him reluctantly, "The little gift box is at home, I'll return it to you when I get home."

Song Linzhi was almost not amused, and couldn't help pinching his little cheek, "You're kidding, the teacher won't fight with you, let's go home."

He stared at him half-believingly.

Song Linzhi didn't explain any more, and stepped on the gas pedal.

When he got home, Yin Yu was sitting in the living room.

He rushed forward immediately, "Dad..."

"Hey, I'm back."

Rubbing against his waist, seeing that Song Linzhi was still at home, he ran upstairs and returned the gift Song Linzhi had given him.

Yin Yu stared at him suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

"Dad told me not to take other people's things casually." Dangdeng pretended to be obedient in front of Yin Yu, plunged into his father's arms again, and acted like a baby to his father in a low voice: "Dad, Dangdang wants to sleep with you tonight."

"Okay, I can't sleep on me today." The son sleeps very badly, and can always fall asleep and sleep on himself.

Yin Yu was still drunk, so he didn't notice the abnormality of his son.

Song Linzhi just sat aside and waited for Yin Yu to bring his son upstairs before he followed them upstairs.

During this period, Nie Neng lay on Yin Yu's shoulder and kept making funny faces at Song Linzhi, who just smiled dotingly, reached out and tapped his nose.

He was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned away from looking at him.

Seeing Song Linzhi follow Yin Yu into the bedroom, he was very wary of him.

"Father, the teacher won't go back."

"Ah..." Yin Yu realized later, "Teacher is staying at our house tonight."

Hearing this, he pursed his lips unhappily.

Yin Yu could only smile apologetically at Song Linzhi.

Song Linzhi didn't care, and went to sleep in the room next door.

After his son fell asleep, Yin Yu sneaked out of bed and slipped into his son's bedroom.

In the children's room, Song Linzhi leaned against the bed and read a book.

Seeing Yin Yu coming in, he immediately put down the bedtime story on his hand.

"Did you fall asleep?"

Yin Yu nodded and fell into his arms.

The children's bed was very small, and Song Linzhi's calf was exposed when lying on the bed, and Yin Yu lay on top of him, with his two long legs resting on the ground.

Afraid that he would be uncomfortable, Song Linzhi moved in, raised his hand to stroke his soft hair, the softness on his face was condensed in his eyes, "What's wrong?"

Yin Yu rubbed against his arms, greedily sniffing the other person's scent.

"I can't seem to accept you."

Song Linzhi thought of Yin Fan tonight, and gave a soft "hmm".

Yin Yu was sullen: "I want him to accept you."

Song Linzhi comforted him: "Don't worry, take your time, the child is still young and ignorant."

It's fine if you're just ignorant.

His son is too sensible to deal with it.

Yin Yu sighed, "I will confess to him tomorrow, no matter what, I don't want him to be kept in the dark..." He paused, and kissed Song Linzhi's chin, "I don't want to wrong you either."

Song Lin was taken aback.

Yin Yu put his arms around him, "I'll confess to my dad when I accept you."

His dad is more difficult to deal with, mainly because his dad already knows about it before he says it, so it doesn't take that long, and he can wait for his dad's anger to subside before talking about it, so as to avoid quarrels.

Song Linzhi knew that it was not easy for him, so he kissed the top of his hair distressedly: "Thank you for your hard work."

……

The next morning.

When he woke up, he was alone on the bed.

He was stunned for a moment, and after his brain was activated successfully, he immediately jumped out of bed to find his father.

Yin Yu just opened the door to come in, and he crashed directly into his father's arms.

Rubbing his sore nose, he raised his head with red eyes, "Dad... I thought you didn't want me anymore..."

Yin Yu hurriedly knelt down to look at his nose, "Stupid, why don't you? Show Dad, yo, does our baby hurt?"

"It hurts..." Dangdang wanted to be coquettish at first, but when he saw Song Linzhi standing behind Yin Yu, his small face instantly became angry, "I hate Dad!"

Yin Yu was taken aback by him, and quickly hugged him, "What's wrong with the baby? So angry so early in the morning?"

He stomped his little feet, "Don't touch me, Dad hates it!"

The child's temper was getting worse and worse, and Yin Yu also had a headache, but he couldn't beat or scold him, so he could only let go of him, "Come on, tell Dad, what's the matter?"

Dangdang retreated several meters in a row, "Bad dad!"

Yin Yu frowned, "Yin Fan, don't make trouble for no reason."

Daddy immediately yelled: "Dad hates me, and he's attacking me again!"

Just as Yin Yu was about to reason with him, someone pinched his shoulder.

He glanced back, and Song Linzhi made a "shh" gesture to him.

Afterwards, Song Linzhi walked up to Dangdang and asked softly, "Fanfan, will the teacher teach you today?"

"No, go away!" Dangdang climbed onto the bed and covered his head with the quilt.

Yin Yu was afraid that he would be bored, so he hurried over and lifted the quilt, only to see his son's eyes were red, and his little face was full of grievances.

His heart tightened, and he quickly picked up his son, "What's wrong with the baby today? Tell Dad, okay?"

Lie on his shoulder, "I don't want a father... I don't want two fathers..."

Yin Yu was startled, and subconsciously looked at Song Linzhi.

The latter shook his head, and decided to go out to avoid it first, so that the child would not cry again when he saw him.

After Song Linzhi left, Yin Yu held his son's face in his hands, gently wiped his tears away, and then sighed deeply.

"Baby doesn't like the teacher?"

He sniffed, nodded, then shook his head.

Yin Yu pondered for a while, and then said softly, "Baby, Dad will confess something to you today."

He raised his head to look at him, his eyes were still hanging from the corners of his eyes, and his long eyelashes were wet.

It looks pitiful and wronged, which makes people feel very distressed.

Yin Yu wiped away his tears with his thumb, and said softly: "Dad likes Teacher Song, but at the same time he also loves our baby very much. These two feelings are different."