Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Compared to Ji Zhiqiu and Chen Ziran's smooth progress, Long Zhao really encountered a monolith - he managed to collect Qing Huan's soul, and it took him many years to wake up, but it was a pity that he was a beauty of ice and snow.Not only was he indifferent, but he also resisted all of Long Zhao's intimacy, and he also had the ability to reject himself—Long Zhao never thought that Qing Huan would have such great energy after waking up, of course, if he really used mana to check and balance Qing Huan It's not impossible, but under the current situation, Long Zhao can only try his best to show kindness and soften Qing Huan's attitude.

"Where are you going?" It could be seen that Qing Huan was not very happy.

"Go down to earth." Long Zhao was used to his indifference.

"Descent?"

"I want you to meet someone."

"who?"

"You'll know when you see it."

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This is the entrance of a school. Long Zhao and Qing Huan are standing under the big tree at the entrance. It is now sunset, and the shadow of the tree covers a large area.

Long Zhao looked at the school gate, patiently waiting for the person he was waiting for, while Qing Huan leaned on the tree trunk, studying those billboards everywhere bored.

As the school bell rang, not long after, a large number of children poured out of the school. The oldest was only in his teens, and the youngest was only six or seven years old, and he was still a carrot head.

After a while, among the group of radish heads, a small radish head with an apple face and big eyes rushed out with a schoolbag on his back. He ran towards Long Zhao and the others, slowed down after a few steps, and suppressed his heart. Excited, came over——

Walking in front of him, he looked up at Long Zhao: "Father."

Qing Huan lowered her head to look at the child, the child met his gaze, blushed, and opened her mouth timidly, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to speak easily...

"Qing Huan, his name is Bai Ning, and his nickname is Jiu Jiu."

Jiujiu swallowed: "I...I..."

"Stuttering what?" Long Zhao said, "Call someone."

"Dad... Dad." Jiujiu's face flushed even more red, and he seemed nervous and shy.

Qing Huan frowned: "What did you call me?"

Jiujiu bit his lips: "Dad..."

Long Zhao said from the side: "Jiujiu is your son, it should be said, it's me and your son."

Qing Huan glanced at him, then stared at Jiu Jiu for a while, and said, "I don't remember."

"You don't remember a lot of things. Jiujiu is indeed your blood, that's right. I also asked him to take your last name."

"Really?" Qing Huan's expression remained calm.

Seeing Qing Huan's reaction, Jiujiu's eyes, which were already nervous, suddenly turned red, and his watery eyes looked like they were about to cry, looking very pitiful.

Long Zhao patted Jiujiu on the head, and said in a cold voice, "Why are you crying? You're useless."

Jiujiu was only in tears at first, but when he was slapped like this, tears flowed out immediately, but no matter how wronged he was, he could only wipe away the tears and hold back his emotions.

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember now, it's rare for me to come down, we can stay together if we have time, you can also develop a relationship with Jiujiu." Long Zhao smiled and went to embrace Qinghuan: "Let's go back."

Qing Huan moved his hand away: "Whatever."

Long Zhao smiled, bent down and hugged Jiujiu up - finally he had a sense of father and son.

"Let's go."

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What Long Zhao said was not going back to the Heavenly Palace, but his mansion in the world.

The area of ​​this mansion is not large, but the decoration inside is completely in Long Zhao's style - extravagant and luxurious to the extreme.Usually Long Zhao doesn't come here very often, so the only owner here is Jiujiu. Of course, there is also a housekeeper, a few nannies, cleaners, gardeners, drivers, etc., who are responsible for Jiujiu's daily life.In this mansion, the division of labor is very clear, and the rules and regulations are also very strict.Even Jiujiu, when Long Zhao was not around, he would get up, eat, and sleep at fixed times every day, not to mention the fixed number of meals and the content of each meal.This formed Jiujiu's rigorous and cautious character, and Long Zhao's education for him was stricter than ordinary boys.

Compared with the usual fixed nutritional mix, today's dishes are very rich. Although they are mainly vegetarian dishes, there are five kinds of soup alone, and there are two kinds of desserts, which are divided into salty and sweet. It was specially prepared by Long Zhao.

"You haven't eaten human food for a long time, have you eaten it? Do you still like it?" Long Zhao served Qing Huan a bowl of white fungus, lotus seed and lily soup.

Qing Huan obviously didn't buy it, he picked up a piece of gold and silver tofu and put it in his mouth, the taste was not bad, not very greasy.

Xiao Jiujiu, who was sitting across from Qing Huan, secretly went to see Qing Huan while picking up rice—in fact, Jiujiu was very excited when he saw him, but his father's indifference made him very sad, but he was not angry with his father, but It's because he feels that he is not doing well enough... so he wants to observe his father more and know what his father likes. If he behaves well... Dad should like him...

Of course, Qing Huan would not fail to notice the child's peeping behavior that he thought was concealed but was actually too obvious - he didn't have any feeling whether the child was his own or not.He looks down on everything now, and it's hard to have any emotional ups and downs.

Jiujiu sees what Qing Huan eats, he picks up any dish, as if eating the same dish like this can bring their relationship closer - but there will also be dishes he doesn't like - such as carrots and bitter melon, but Qing Huan had already eaten, so he could only follow suit, but his whole face was wrinkled like a steamed stuffed bun.

As for Jiu Jiu's deliberate flattery and Qing Huan's indifference, Long Zhao saw both. He has been standing by and not interfering, in order to let Jiu Jiu gain Qing Huan's favor through his own efforts - as long as Qing Huan's emotions are touched , then more than half of the success.Although he is not sure whether it will be successful or not, Jiujiu is the only remaining emotional connection between him and Qinghuan, and he will use everything to achieve his goals, whether it is possible or impossible.

Qing Huan doesn't have a big appetite, or he doesn't have a strong desire for food, so he stopped moving his chopsticks after eating for a while, and Jiujiu, who was opposite him, saw him put down his chopsticks and hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth, and immediately Put down the chopsticks.

"Why, are you full?" Long Zhao asked while drinking the soup slowly.

Qing Huan wiped her mouth with a napkin, then glanced at Long Zhao with her indifferent eyes: "When are you going back to the Dragon Palace?"

"No hurry." Long Zhao glanced at Jiujiu, who was about to cry, and said, "Spend the night here."

"..." Qing Huan got up: "Where is the room? I want to take a shower." Even though he is not in the physical body now, he still maintains good living habits, and cleaning habits are the most important.

"Turn left at No. [-] and turn left to the first room... Do you want a nanny to take you there?"

"Need not."

Qing Huan turned and went upstairs——until hearing the sound of the door closing, Long Zhao put down the spoon, turned to sit upright on the high chair, hung his head, wringing his fingers uneasily and chant: Remember what I told you?"

Jiujiu raised his head, straightened his back, but his delicate voice was firm: "Remember."

"You have to rely on your own efforts to get everything you want." Long Zhao was expressionless, and the smile on his face disappeared when facing Qing Huan: "Whether your father likes you or not depends on you."

Jiu Yong bit her lips: "Yes!"

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Qing Huan came out after taking a shower, and saw a small ball on the bed.He raised his eyebrows: "This is your room?"

Jiujiu, who was hugging the pillow, hurriedly sat up, with a nervous expression on his face: "No, no... This is my father's room... At night... I want, I want to sleep with you, Dad..."

Qing Huan crossed her arms and looked at him coldly: "I don't like sleeping with other people."

"I..." Jiujiu hugged the pillow tightly: "This bed is very big... I only need, just a little space... I will definitely, absolutely not disturb you... I guarantee... real……"

Seeing the child's nervous and cautious appearance, Qing Huan did not soften his heart, but he didn't like to see people cry, and seeing the child's tears were about to fall—he paused, and said: "If you bother When I rest..."

"I promise I won't!!!" Jiujiu interrupted him, vowing again and again.

Qing Huan looked at the bed and said, "I won't share a quilt with anyone."

"I'm going to get my own quilt!" Jiujiu threw away the pillow, jumped off the bed, put on his shoes in a panic, and ran out.

Qing Huan looked at his back, frowned, and thought: This kid is obviously very uncomfortable in front of her, and always looks wronged...why does he still get close to her...I don't understand...

Outside the door, Long Zhao was leaning against the wall, listening to the commotion inside. When he heard that Qing Huan agreed to Jiujiu to stay, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. After rubbing his head, he turned and disappeared into the corridor.