I really don't want a second marriage

A sudden cold male voice startled everyone around the little boy to take pictures.

The low male voice, without any temperature, coolly penetrated everyone's ears to the bottom of his heart.

The crowd unconsciously shivered and looked back at the source of the sound.

A cold man with a mask stood there. He put one hand in his pocket and looked at this side fiercely. The powerful aura on his body made people feel afraid.

"You, you are..."

"Now that others have refused, you should go away directly, shouldn't you?" the man opened his mouth again, and the words revealed by his thin lips were impolite, like a sharp arrow

Several people looked a little ugly, because yetingchen's words were too ugly.

"You, why do you say that about us? We just took pictures and didn't do anything to him. You..."

One of them was not afraid to go back. As a result, half the night, Tingchen's cold eyes shot at her. Suddenly, she swallowed all the words behind her, and then pitifully said, "I, I know, I'll delete the photos in my mobile phone right away."

Then she took out her mobile phone, deleted all the photos just taken in front of everyone, and then turned and left directly.

The masked man is not ordinary at first sight, and the people invited by the Han family are either rich or expensive. Before coming, the family told her not to make trouble, so she'd better leave quickly.

The leader just now was obviously a little unconvinced, but when he saw that others deleted the photos and left, it was hard to say anything.

She angrily took out her mobile phone and deleted the photo just now. When others saw it, they hurried to leave with the deleted photo.

After the crowd dispersed, yetingchen took back his eyes, sneered in his heart with disdain, and then turned to go.

It's not quiet anywhere.

So he never liked this occasion. If he didn't have to, he didn't have to come here in this dress.

After taking two steps, a milk voice came from behind.

"Thank you, uncle."

The steps taken by yetingchen stopped like this. He was silent for a moment, and he slowly turned back.

Under the faint light, a small figure stood there. He was wearing a small suit prepared by adults, but he was wearing an untimely cartoon mask on his face.

Mask??

Night Tingchen narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the eyes like black glass beads exposed behind the little boy's mask.

Somehow, yetingchen felt that these eyes had a feeling of deja vu.

Where have you met?

Xiaomi Dou smiled at Tingchen at night and reminded him, "uncle, I'm thanking you."

“……”

The night court Chen returned to his mind and opened his voice indifferently: "so?"

That pair of eyes like glass beads showed a slightly surprised mood. A moment later, he said seriously and flatly: "when others apologize, my uncle should say, you're welcome?"

Hearing this, yetingchen sneered, and his tone was still cold.

"You're welcome?"

Xiaomi bean nodded, then walked towards him with short legs, stopped in front of him and waved to him.

Night Tingchen stood there with a cold face.

"Uncle, can you bend down?"

Night Tingchen frowned and said unhappily, "what the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, I think the mask my uncle wears is so special, so I want to study it, OK?" after that, Xiaomi Dou immediately looked at him with pitiful eyes, looking forward to him very much.

I don't know why, when yetingchen saw his eyes making this gesture, he was inexplicably upset. He scolded coldly, "speak well and stand up straight!"

Xiaomi Dou was startled, and his black eyes immediately flashed the color of panic,

"Uncle?"

"As a man, how can you show this expression and look?" yetingchen scolded him like an elder, completely forgetting that he and the child were only meeting for the first time.

"Oh." Xiaomi bean stared at him blankly, "can uncle teach me?"

"Hiss, let me teach you?" night Tingchen narrowed his eyes and sneered: "can you afford the tuition?"

Xiaomi bean pursed his lips and nodded vigorously, "my mommy is very rich."

Unexpectedly, he suddenly mentioned his mommy. Yetingchen was a little interested. He slowly squatted down in front of Xiaomi bean noodles. His voice was still cold: "your mommy?"

"Yes, my mommy has money, so can my uncle teach me?"

Night Tingchen stared at him thoughtfully. He was far away just now. Now he was close. Night Tingchen found that there was a faint familiar smell on him. His thin lips moved. Before he could speak, he listened to Xiaomi Dou again: "uncle, can I touch your mask?"

"Yes..."

No

In fact, yetingchen said so in his heart.

He yetingchen is not that kind of loving person. How can he agree to a child's rude request.

But today, he made an exception to save the little guy in front of him, and promised him to touch his mask.

After he promised, the broken child put his hand towards the mask on his face.

He frowned and looked at the white and tender hand. It looked so soft that he had the impulse to touch it.

Ye Tingchen: "

Damn it, what's he thinking?

Just thinking, Xiaomi Dou's hand has touched his mask.

Although he was across the mask, he could still feel the feeling of touch. Yetingchen was rarely so close to people. For a moment, he retreated uncomfortably. Who knows that Xiaomi Dou saw him retreating, his hand went up and poked his mask again.

"Hee hee, uncle, do you want to touch me too?"

"No need."

Yetingchen coldly refused.

Xiaomi Dou continued to poke his mask, as if he had a good time.

Snap——

Night Tingchen impatiently grabbed his soft palm and wondered how a child's hand could be soft like this? Softer than cotton.

"Uncle?" the little guy looked at him half askew as if curious. The cartoon mask on his face made him look particularly cute.

Lovely

Yetingchen has always believed that putting this word on boys is a kind of humiliation.

Whether it's an adult man or a minor man.

So in the past, he was very shameful about these.

But now... He actually thinks the little guy in front of him is... Cute??

Night Tingchen was a little messy. He narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "your mommy hasn't taught you not to get too close to strangers?"

"Why?" Xiaomi bean's head tilted again.

"Because strangers are generally not good people."

"I believe uncle is a good man."

The little guy's soft voice fell into yetingchen's ears. He found that his was incredibly soft in a mess.

His eyes were slightly heavy and looked down at the small palm in his palm.

"Why do you believe uncle is a good man?"