Zhian frowned, puzzled, "vinegar is not delicious, Zhian doesn't like it, and daddy doesn't like it either."

With a smile, I reached over his shoulder and explained, "people will change. There will be more such situations in the future."

Fu Shenyan probably never dreamed of competing with the woman he brought back.

Thinking of this, I feel relaxed.

Zhian talked and led me inside. Compared with the last time he was in the shopping mall, he had a larger vocabulary and made great progress in describing things.

The maid waited in the inner hall early. Seeing us coming in, she took over my suitcase from the driver who followed me. She said respectfully, "Miss Shen, your room is ready. Please follow me."

I nodded, "please."

On the second floor, the maid stopped at the door of one of the rooms and pushed the door to let her way out

I tried to stretch my neck for a look, a little surprised, "I live here?"

The maid nodded, "yes, it's your order. You can call me if you need anything later."

With that, he backed out.

I just led Zhian in.

The room is very large, with a living room. The interior decoration is in a modern low luxury style, forming a strong visual contrast with the exterior decoration of the old house.

Zulue turned around and sat down on the sofa. Zhian was always attached to me.

Before that, he thought that Zhian was a good-looking man. In the future, he would be a stepmother. He felt a little lucky that the child was lovely.

He rubbed his soft black hair and gave him a hug.

Zhian opened his eyes curiously, thought for a while, and then hugged me again. Seeing that I didn't resist, he hugged my neck and put his face on it and refused to let go.

I look helpless, such a small child, will take advantage of?

Just as he was about to push away, he suddenly felt soft again.

"Auntie, can I stay with you all the time? Zhian miss my mother so much. Would you like to be my mother?"

The hand is stiff in the mid air, in the heart suddenly a burst of soreness.

What a child knows is just missing his mother.

Gently put down his hand, and patted his back in An'an, quietly comforted him, "Auntie won't let you miss her in the future."

Looking up, he found that Fu Shenyan didn't know when he had come in and was staring at us.

I quickly sat up straight body, with an open, reminded, "Daddy is coming."

"Francis!" Zhian cried out excitedly, and then went down from the sofa smartly, fluttering in the past and hugging Fu Shenyan's leg.

Fu Shenyan's face turned black and said in a dull voice, "call Daddy."

Zhian mischievous vomit a tongue, loosen a hand to retreat to stand straight, clever way, "Daddy."

"Well." Fu Shenyan held it up in his arms.

Zhian's half size is like a doll in front of Fu Shenyan. Two people lean together, but the scene is inexplicably warm.

Like just now, Zhi'an is not afraid of death, holding Fu Shenyan's neck and rubbing it endlessly.

Fu Shenyan brows a twist, "smell what?"

"No vinegar." Zhi'an's face is full of flesh, and his face is at a loss.

Fu Shenyan put him on the sofa, rare gentle, "what vinegar?"

I guess Zhian's next lines. I'll open my mouth and try to steal the words.

"You are jealous!"