My President, Turn the Lights Off

What happened last night?

She hugged Qiao Weiyi's neck, and said in a muffled voice, "mama, if only I had a father …"

This way, mama would not have to work so hard on her own.

When Qiao Weiyi heard this, she couldn't help but think of Zhang Shiyan's face and how Zhang Niansheng's cold face had told her to scram one after another.

She laughed bitterly and coaxed Qiao Nuo to sleep, then took her change of clothes to the bathroom.

The warm water took away the cold feeling from her body and all the traces left behind by Zhang Shiyan, but it was unable to dispel the coldness left in her heart by Zhang Niansheng's gaze tonight, which was filled with hatred and ridicule.

Leaning back against the smooth brick wall, she covered her face with her hands and slowly slid down the brick wall.

His eyes were blazing.

The warm sun shone through the thin curtains onto the soft bed.

The person on the bed seemed to be unwell under the sun as he woke up in a daze. Before he even opened his eyes, he had already covered his eyes with his arm. Then he stretched his other arm outside the blanket.

"Ah Sheng …"

A few vague memories flashed past Zhang Shiyan's mind. His fingers stiffened, and he suddenly recalled what happened last night!

He removed his five fingers from his eyes, then abruptly opened his eyes and looked at the person sleeping beside him.

There was no Ah Sheng he desired.

The room was also clean, the bedsheets and covers were clean, and there were no blurry memories of the messy scene.

Was it just a dream?

He blanked out for a moment, then rubbed his forehead.

Zhang Shiyan looked at the clean room again, and sighed, maybe he was really dreaming.

He was a little disappointed, and he slowly lowered his eyes. Only then did he realize that there was a large lump of something under the blanket, like a teddy bear lying on the floor.

This is... Brashen was coming over?

Zhang Shiyan moved his body, and immediately felt the furry sensation in his chest. Shaking his head, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and then, taking hold of a corner of the blanket, he quietly pulled it apart bit by bit …

Who else could it be but Zhang Niansheng?

Zhang Shiyan's palm lightly landed on Zhang Niansheng's fluffy hair and rubbed it. "Darling, wake up, go to kindergarten."

It was already 7: 30. If he didn't wake up soon, he would be late.

As Zhang Shiyan gently woke Zhang Niansheng up, he thought about why he slept so deeply last night. He slept all the way until dawn and normally, he would wake up at around six in the morning to go exercise.

That dream … Was that a dream?

Zhang Shiyan uncertainly swept his eyes once more towards his room, and rubbed the center of his brows with a slight headache.

"Ugh …" "Father."

Zhang Niansheng woke up from his sleep due to being rubbed by his father. With a head of messy hair, he stared blankly as he reached out his hands to hug Zhang Shiyan's neck, leaned over and kissed his father's chin, and then covered his lips and yawned.

With great difficulty, he opened his eyes, stretched his body and said, "Dad, I don't want to go to kindergarten today. I want to stay with dad."

Zhang Shiyan's palm was fixed onto Zhang Niansheng's head, and he smiled warmly, "Why don't you want to go to kindergarten? Daddy's going to the office. Are you going to the office with Dad? The office is very boring, and no one is here to play with you. "