I really don't want a second marriage

"Be careful."

After Xiaomi Dou got off, yetingchen closed the door and squatted down in front of Xiaomi Dou naturally.

"Daddy, take you in?"

Xiaomi Dou stepped back and said seriously, "Mommy hasn't said you're my father, so Xiaomi Dou can go by himself."

With that, Tingchen walked forward.

Looking at the little guy's back, yetingchen probably guessed his idea. Is the little guy angry with himself?

Angry that you haven't fulfilled your father's responsibility in the past five years? So you don't want to call him?

Or is he angry that he only brought himself here tonight?

Thinking of this, yetingchen thought of Han Muzi's wronged eyes and appearance, and rarely saw her speak to herself in such a low voice as today.

Now I think it's really painful, but

Night Tingchen didn't think any more, but walked with straight legs and kept up with Xiaomi Dou's pace.

Haijiang villa is very big. Xiaomi Dou's figure is almost swallowed by the night, and he walks very fast. Fortunately, he is short and has short legs. Otherwise, yetingchen really can't catch up with him.

"Uncle, will you send Xiaomi beans back later?"

After hearing this, yetingchen gave a meal and said, "it's too late tonight. I've told your mommy that you'll stay with Daddy tonight."

Xiaomi Dou's steps stopped, and yetingchen suddenly felt that his breathing stopped for a while. Wouldn't this little guy be unhappy?

Xiaomi Dou turned his head and looked at yetingchen seriously.

"Uncle, did my mommy promise?"

In the night, facing the little guy's serious and wet eyes like a little beast, yetingchen actually felt a little guilty and didn't dare to face the little guy's eyes.

Therefore, yetingchen avoided Xiaomi Dou's eyes and smiled faintly.

"Of course, if your mommy didn't promise, how could I bring you out?"

Xiaomi bean's head and melon seeds tilted, and his fingers poked at him: "Oh, too, that Uncle... I want to video with mommy later. Can you borrow your cell phone?"

Hearing that he said he wanted to borrow his cell phone, yetingchen should go down immediately.

"Of course."

Almost at any time, yetingchen handed over his mobile phone, like offering treasure.

Seeing that the little guy stretched out his soft hand and took away the mobile phone, yetingchen's mood became more subtle.

"Thank you, uncle."

Xiaomi Dou was happy, turned around and ran into the house.

What kind of feeling is this?

Mingming thought the child was born by Muzi and her ex husband. He persuaded himself to accept the child for a long time.

But after seeing the child, I found that the child was actually... His own blood.

As like as two peas, he has no one but his.

It should have been ecstatic. After all, it's your own blood, isn't it?

But... There is joy, but more anger.

It was clearly his own blood, but he was kept secret for five years.

Five years... How many five years are there in life?

Night Tingchen stood in situ in a daze. When the woman pulled her sleeve and begged him, her heart was of course painful. She was the woman she sacrificed her life to catch up with.

If he could, of course, he took it in his arms and loved it well.

But now, his heart is really confused.

Thinking, the breathing sound of Xiaomi bean came from the room.

"Uncle, what's the password gesture?"

After listening to his words, yetingchen came back and said, "a Z word."

Xiaomi Dou drew a Z and finally unlocked his mobile phone. Yetingchen's mobile phone desktop is very simple. There is no entertainment except for several apps for work and installation.

Glancing back and forth, Xiaomi Dou sighed helplessly in his heart.

What a boring man.

There is only work in the mobile phone. How did he come here in the past five years? According to the results of the survey, yetingchen hasn't had a woman around him in the past five years.

If it weren't for his sake, Xiaomi Dou wouldn't let mommy continue to be with him.

Click into wechat, and the person chatting at the top is his own Mommy. Xiaomi Dou finds a comfortable position on the sofa, nests down, and then starts turning over Tingchen's mobile phone.

It was found that there was no contact information of other women in his wechat except Mommy.

Hum, he knows!

Xiaomi Dou snorted coldly in his heart, then clicked into Han Muzi's dialog box and directly sent a video invitation to Han Muzi.

Han Muzi sat quietly in the room alone. She suddenly felt the vibration of her mobile phone and looked down at the video invitation sent by yetingchen.

Han Muzi was stunned, and some couldn't react.

What does it mean that ye Tingchen sends her a video invitation at this time?

Has he figured it out? Thinking of this, Han Muzi accepted the invitation. At the moment of accepting the video, Han Muzi felt that her heart rate accelerated a lot.

But an outline gradually appears on the mobile phone screen, just like yetingchen, but... It's not yetingchen.

"Millet beans?"

"Mommy!"

The moment Xiaomi Dou saw Han Muzi, a silly smile appeared on his face: "do you miss me?"

Miss him?

Er, Han Muzi looked at him helplessly: "how long have you been away, just ask me if I miss you?"

"Hum, how can Mommy say that? Don't you love Xiaomi Dou? Obviously Xiaomi Dou has left for a long time, and Xiaomi Dou misses Mommy very much, but Mommy doesn't miss Xiaomi Dou."

Han Muzi: "

She coughed and then explained, "no, Mommy just knows where you are, so she can rest assured. She doesn't miss you."

Xiaomi Dou raised his eyes and looked at Han Muzi on the other side of the camera. The remaining light in the corner of his eyes just saw yetingchen coming in from the door, so he opened his mouth and asked.

"The uncle said that mommy promised to let him take me home. Is it true? Mommy?"

Han Muzi was stunned. Naturally, she knew who Xiaomi Dou's uncle said. In fact, when yetingchen took Xiaomi Dou away, he didn't tell her about it at all, so when she reacted, Xiaomi Dou was no longer at home.

"What's as like as two peas? Why? Why does uncle look exactly like me? He said he was my daddy. Really?"

Night Tingchen walked to the door and saw the little guy sitting there with his mobile phone. It was a small group. When the little guy spoke to the mobile phone, he was very creamy. He was wearing white clothes, giving people a feeling of soft waxy, like a ball of marshmallow.

Looking at such a scene, yetingchen felt as if he had wiped honey in his heart.

But the next second he became nervous because of his words.

If Muzi doesn't admit it, does the little guy... Won't recognize him as a father?

Night Tingchen held his breath and waited quietly.

I don't know how long it has passed. Yetingchen heard a female voice speak softly.

"Well, he's your father."