Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

The sun was warm and warm on the window lattice.

A woman in a white sweater and a woolen dress stood among the flowers, with a gentle smile on her lips and drooping eyes, quietly taking care of the flowers in her hands.

Outside the window, a tall man in a black suit has stood for a long time. His handsome face has no expression. His deep eyes stare at the woman standing in the florist.

It's her, it's really her, the woman who makes him miss thousands of days and nights!

Ding Ling

The wind chime at the door made a clear and pleasant sound.

A pair of slender legs entered the gate.

Worry free smiled and looked up, "Welcome..."

The next second, the smile on her face stagnated.

At the door, there stood a man who was tall, tall and handsome. Because of the backlight, his face was dark, but his whole body was arrogant. His dark eyes stared at her closely, trying to see through her internal organs and deep into her bone marrow.

She pursed her lips and met his eyes quietly.

They looked at each other, as if they wanted to engrave each other deeply in their minds.

"Mommy -" the soft and waxy child voice came from the stairs. Wearing Pikachu's pajamas, rubbing bleary eyes and twisting his little ass, he walked downstairs slowly.

There was a flash of panic in worry free's eyes. She quickly turned around and planned to hide her son. However, beitangshen was faster than her, grabbed her wrist, dragged her into her arms and hugged her tightly.

The hot breath sprayed on her earlobes. She nervously buttoned her body, lowered her voice and said hurriedly, "let go of me, the noise is down. Let's go out and talk about something!"

His arm was firmly pressed on her waist, and his eyes stared at the little meat ball on the stairs. His voice was low and dangerous. "No, I want my son to know our relationship now."

"I beg you, let go..." her voice was urgent and flustered, and the calm disguised on her face had been torn, showing a look of prayer.

His heart as cold as iron softened at the moment when he heard her soft cry. He slowly released his hand. She immediately bounced out of his arms like a frightened little rabbit.

She quickly sorted out her facial expressions and smiled at their son who was getting closer and closer. "Noisy, wake up?"

"Mommy, who is that strange corn?" Naonao twisted her little ass and walked down the last step. She tilted her head curiously and looked at the Beitang deep behind her.

"He is... Mommy's friend..." worry free stroked the hair in his ear and slightly pursed his lips.

Beitang took a deep step, crossed from her and squatted in front of the noise. Lengjun's look swept away. His handsome face was full of soft smiles. He held his thin shoulder and said softly, "you call noise?"

"Hmm" Nao nodded heavily, puffed up her pink cheeks and muttered, "mommy likes to call me Nao Nao. In fact, I call Nao Nao..."

Beitangshen tried to control the impulse to hold his small body in his arms. He smiled more and more softly, "it's a little noisy, a lovely name."

The little guy's eyes were shining and shouted discontentedly, "you can't make me make a little noise, but Mommy can only make me make a little noise."

Beitang's deep eyebrows and eyes were all smiling. He spoiled and rubbed his soft hair. "If I were your father, could I call you a little trouble?"

The little guy tilted his head, and his beautiful big eyes were full of curiosity, "but I don't have a father, millet, you're strange..."

No daddy... The little guy's innocent words were like a hammer, which hit Beitang's deep heart. He suddenly turned his head and glanced dangerously. He hung his head and pretended to be innocent and carefree.

Beitangshen picked up naonao from the ground, stared at his clear eyes and smiled gently, "naonao, I'll be your father, okay?"

Noisy shook his head, "no, I like Qiuye. I want Qiuye to be my father."

Akino? The damned woman even hooked up with other men. Beitangshen was angry and wanted to drag her and her son home now!

"Millet, your face stinks. It's terrible -" the little guy pulled his clothes and shrunk his neck, but his face didn't show fear, and his bright eyes twinkled with cunning light.

What a weird little guy.

Beitang's heart was soft and his anger dissipated a lot. He kissed him on his pink cheek, "make a little noise, you watch it, I must be your father."

He rubbed his little face in disgust and complained, "you can't kiss me, only Mommy can kiss me, and you can't ask me to make a little noise..."

Beitangshen was amused by this lovely little guy and smiled brightly. For the first time in three years, he smiled so comfortably.

It's noisy and active. The crazy running upstairs and downstairs is like an active pony, which can't stop all the time. For a while, he ran to grandma's house next door to tease the little cat. For a while, he led his car to the fish vendor and squatted in front of him, saying "braised fish, braised fish" in his mouth. He didn't go home with him until beitangshen bought him a big fish and let him screw it in his hand.

Beitangshen understood why the rosefinch wanted to name his son noisy. Presumably, he was just born and was very noisy. He took care of his son alone and had to take care of the florist. Beitangshen couldn't stop cherishing the rosefinch as long as he thought it was so hard.

Soon it was evening.

Beitang sat on the sofa with her son in her arms, and her mind was all on the rosefinch. She was preparing dinner in the kitchen with an apron. She stood in front of the cooking table with skillful movements and soft expression. On the contrary, she became more charming after three years. After time carving, her whole body was glowing with irresistible charm.

"Make a little noise, wash your hands and eat. You have your favorite braised fish." The cheerful voice of rosefinch came from the kitchen.

The deep lip corner of Beitang hooked up and rubbed his son's hair, "make a little noise, wash your hands and eat."

"Don't call me fussy --" fussy glared at him discontentedly, slid down the sofa from his arms and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Beitang was deeply worried about him and followed him. He walked into the bathroom and found that the little guy was standing on a small bench, stretched his little hand under the induction faucet and cleaned his little hands carefully.

His serious appearance is extremely cute, which makes beitangshen feel a strong sense of pride. He has a son, a clever and obedient son!

He picked up the noisy from the stool and kissed him on the face.