269 Game 4

"Mess around? How is this messing around?"

She lowered her voice, "Don't fool around with me in front of the child!"

Mu Yazhe's lips had a sinister curve to them, and he seemed to ignore her warning altogether. Singing a different tune on purpose, he pecked at her lips.

Li Hanlin was taken aback by this sudden display of love. He had no chance to avoid seeing it, and their full-on display of affection was shoved down his throat. Standing there, he felt like a third wheel and wanted to flee from the scene badly.

Yun Tianyou sat stunned in the bed by his abrupt movements.

His field of view was completely blocked by the man's back, hence he was unable to see the actions he had just taken. He could only look at him dipping his body forward and vaguely caught a glimpse of his mother's face blushing with affection.

At that moment, something seemed to have exploded in his mind. He grabbed on to his pillow, pissed, and landed his fist in it.

However, he still had to force out a smile. He asked, "Mommy? What are you doing with Uncle Mu?"

Feeling embarrassed, she shoved the man away at once. The man's face, meanwhile, displayed an unnatural expression. He held one finger up to his lips and spoke in a slow and deliberate manner, "Shhh! I'm whispering to your mommy!"

The smile of mischief plastered on his face was clearly an outward provocation to him!

The little boy held a smile up, but his eyes were filled with a twisted aura. He had also crumpled up a corner of his blanket with his hand.

She felt uncomfortable.

Whispering to her… This man was really…

She held in her temper. Grinning at her son, she said, "Mommy'll go buy some bread now for you. Youyou must behave, okay? Don't come down from the bed and go elsewhere!"

After she told her son this, she proceeded to emphasize to Mu Yazhe, "Professor Mu, please take care of my Youyou. I'll be right back!"

She then headed out with Li Hanlin.

As soon as the doors to the ward were shut, the father and son had a confrontation. The smile that Yun Tianyou had instantly froze.

That gentle and lovely smile he had on for his mother was now nowhere to be seen.

Mu Yazhe noted the straight face before him and, for a moment, he seemed to catch a glimpse of his younger self.

He was always distant to others and wore no emotion on his face. He was on the defensive toward anyone he met. He kept himself completely sealed up in his world and had never opened up to anyone.

The little boy looked at him expressionlessly.

He surveyed him with vigilance, scrutiny, and disdain.

The man slightly lost his smile. Walking toward his son intuitively, he sat down on the bed and turned to his side. Slowly, he stretched his hand out and cautiously caressed the little lad's cold cheek.

Almost reflexively, he raised his hand and slapped the man's hand away.

"Don't touch me."

He spouted cold words void of any emotions; there was only apathy.

Recalling his provocation to him just then, he was completely frustrated!

Taken by surprise, the man's brows twitched. This little boy appeared to hold hostility toward him.

When she was present, he could still show a smile — though it was fake — but now that she was gone, he did not even bother to put up an act before him at all.

A thought suddenly came to his mind: this boy did inherit some things from his mommy.