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The little baby of the Han family raised his slap-like face, and blinked his innocent eyes, as if he was thinking about the credibility of his father's words.

Han Yu looked at him calmly, "Han Ninglang, what are you thinking?"

The little baby pouted, stretched out her fleshy fingers, stumbled while biting, "Send it to mom?"

Han Yu snorted softly and didn't answer.

After all, Han Ninglang was still a child under two years old, so he couldn't wait for a definite reply, so he simply threw himself on Han Yu's knee with his short legs, raised the flower in his hand, and asked tentatively: "Won't the flower hurt? "

"Well, let me ask you a question." Han Yu thought for a while, picked up Han Ninglang and put it on his lap, and said slowly, "Mom likes flowers, but if you go to pick them, it will hurt the flowers, right? "

He paused, his eyes resting on the child's snow-white skin.

Han Ninglang frowned, with a funny and cute expression.

"Yes." As soon as the little milk came out, it was soft and waxy.

"Then in case there is a conflict between mom and other things in the future, will you stand by mom?"

The words were a bit profound, and Han Yu wondered if the little guy could understand, so he stared at him curiously.

Han Ninglang really didn't understand, his brows were frowned into a straight line, looking extremely distressed.

"Forget it, anyway, in the future, you just need to remember that no matter when and where, you should help your mother, okay?"

Han Yu stopped torturing his son, caught him with one hand, and put him back on the ground.

However, Han Ninglang seemed to be awakened by Han Yu's words suddenly. As soon as his legs touched the ground, he raised his excited little eyebrows and said incoherently: "Dad! The baby wants to help Mommy get the flowers!"

"Ah?" Han Yu didn't respond.

As a result, Han Ninglang threw the flower in Han Yu's arms with a "snap", then turned around, twisted his little butt, and ran towards the flowers at the fastest speed since he was born!

Han Yu was caught off guard, and heard Han Ninglang yelling "Help mom get the flowers" all the way, and rushed towards the group of colorful flowers!

A little girl in the crowd screamed in surprise.

Han Yu came back to his senses in an instant, gritted his teeth viciously, and was both angry and funny.

brat! Really ran to pick flowers?

I don't know whether to praise him for caring for his mother at a young age, or criticize him for destroying public greenery.

Although Han Yu just made a joke, the child took it seriously, so Han Ninglang really cannot be blamed.

"son!"

Han Yuda strode over. Fortunately, he moved in time. When he hugged him, he did not cause any damage to the "shivering" flower.

Han Ninglang was surprised, grabbed Han Yu's collar with both hands, and asked, "Mom, don't you want to spend money?"

It was extremely rare for Han Yu to show an embarrassing expression, and he took the initiative to admit his mistake and said, "Your father blamed you, your father blamed you." After he finished speaking, he nodded and apologized to the onlookers, "I'm sorry, I just laughed."

"Does Dad want to give Mom a pot? No flowers?"

Han Ninglang was surprised, tilted his head and looked at Han Yu with round eyes, serious and cute.

"..."

Han Yu was poor in his speech, and looked down to see that no flowers in the bushes were damaged, so he took the few bones that Han Ninglang had picked off just now, and went to greet the guard, preparing to make some compensation.

The doorman was very kind, and only asked the children to pay attention next time, so he smiled and refused Han Yu's compensation.

At that time, Han Ninglang was still holding on to the rotten flowers, looking like he really liked it.

Han Yu really couldn't laugh or cry.

So many years later, when Han Ninglang grew up, he was always joked that he was a "destroyer" guy when he was a child.

"You and your mother are quite similar in this regard, they both like flowers."

Holding Han Ninglang in his arms, Han Yu muttered all the way to the outside of the community.

The child whimpered and groaned, looking very pleased with himself. He flicked the flower petals vigorously towards Han Yu's face, and then watched the light yellow pollen sticking to the center of his eyebrows, smiling happily.

Han Yu stretched out his hand and punched Han Ninglang's **** twice, threatening: "Don't make trouble, I'll take you to the flower shop."

As soon as he heard the word "flower", Han Ninglang immediately stopped obediently, and asked with bright eyes, "Dad buy flowers?"

"Well," Han Yu nodded, "Remember to take care of your mother in the future, and don't hurt others while taking care of your mother. If you must hurt one of them... um... then it's better to hurt others. It's right not to hurt your mother."

Han Ninglang waved his fists and cheered, but he didn't know if he listened.

There is a flower shop opposite the community, the season is just right, Han Yu picked a bunch of roses, ten roses, the colors are ridiculously bright.

Han Ninglang was short, and when Han Yu was paying, he grabbed the counter and stomped dissatisfiedly.

Han Yu had no choice but to hand over the flowers to him.

Han Ninglang was happy, holding a rose that was almost half his height, and smelling it contentedly.

After leaving the flower shop, Han Yu took Han Ninglang with one hand, and took back his flowers with the other.

"Here, I'll give you one."

Seeing that Han Ninglang was about to make trouble, Han Yu took out a flower from the bouquet in time to stop the child's tears.

"Baby wants that..."

Han Ninglang looked at the lone flower in his hand, then looked up at Han Yu's obviously more and more beautiful bouquet, and said pitifully.

"no."

Han Yu did not soften his heart and refused firmly.

"dad…"

Han Ninglang rolled his eyes, and within a few seconds, his eyes were red, sobbing, half wronged and half coquettish.

Han Yu had no choice but to squat down in the street, his eyes were on the same level as Han Ninglang's, and he said word by word—

"This is for mom, you can't compete with her."

Han Ninglang stared at the flowers in Han Yu's arms without blinking, making the last desperate struggle, "But baby..."

"You are not the only baby in the family."

Han Yu glanced at him lightly, got up and said condescendingly.

At that time, Han Ninglang actually didn't know how to remember things, but it was strange that he remembered Han Yu's words clearly when he grew up!

And as he grew older, he tasted the haughty and disgusted expression of his cheating father, and it hurt his heart very much.

What kind of environment did you grow up in...

And Han Yu always believed that Tang Xia should be the most cared for in the family.

So he wanted to establish a correct family concept not long after Han Ninglang was born...

If Tang Xia could predict that later, she would be spoiled by the young man in front of her as a daughter, she would be very moved.

But right now, nothing has been decided yet.

The lights on the ceiling of the coffee shop are still dazzling, and there is a bit of trance in the dazzling. Pedestrians came and went outside the window, dusk gradually fell, the city was shrouded in night, and the streets began to be bustling.

"Are you still going to the night market today?"

Han Yu finished the coffee in front of him, looked up and asked Tang Xia with a smile.

The girl nodded hastily, "Go, let's go together." She said, carefully putting the flowers aside into her backpack, cherishing them very much.

Han Yu smiled, "Let's go." ##### If you have a chance in the future, you can write an article about Han Ninglang~ After all, it is rare for a male protagonist who was so "tortured" by his father in childhood!