Chapter 4： Workaholic actor's son 4

Xie Hui squatted down and hugged his son up without any effort, seeing the little guy's lost look, he just felt his heart soften.

"Father will definitely do what he promised the baby, and will stay with the baby at home for some time to come."

Xie Ze opened his mouth into an O shape. At first he thought his father was lying to the children, but when he thought about what Uncle Jiang had always told him about his father's busy work, he began to struggle again.

I really want my dad to stay by my side with me, but if my dad doesn't work, he will starve to death.

Xie Ze wrapped his arms around Xie Hui's neck tightly like a lotus root, and said to his father very seriously in a childish tune:

"Dad, I will work hard to eat and earn a lot of money. When I grow up, I will support my father."

Xie Hui went to the restaurant with the baby in his arms. The chef had already prepared the breakfast and brought it to the dining table, steaming. The smell of the food permeated the air. He could clearly see his son swallowing his saliva.

When he wanted to hold the spoon to feed him, Xie Ze reached out to take the spoon, frowned and muttered in disapproval.

"Dad, I'm already a three-year-old kid, I can eat by myself!"

"Okay, the baby eats by himself."

Xie Hui picked up his chopsticks and ate his breakfast. Even he, who has traveled through countless worlds, has to admit that a well-behaved cute baby can heal people's hearts to a certain extent.

After eating, his assistant came to the door and delivered the sunflower seeds that Xie Hui sent him to buy last night.

Xie Ze took the small shovel he used to play with sand, and handed the blue one to Xie Hui, still whispering there.

"Boys should wear blue."

Xie Hui glanced at the small pink shovel left in the bucket, rubbed his son's head, and continued to ask:

"Then what if there is only one pink left?"

Xie Ze stared at the small pink shovel in the small bucket, and after struggling for a while, he replied unreasonably and confidently:

"I'm still a kid, it doesn't count."

Xie Hui spent the whole morning planting flowers with his son.

Renovate the land in the yard that has been neglected, sow seeds and cover and water.

Xie Ze was sweating from the sun, and the nanny who brought him up felt a little distressed when he saw this scene, and raised his voice to remind:

"Sir, the baby's skin is red from the sun, let's rest for a while."

Xie Hui turned his head and glanced at his son who was digging a hole with his **** pouted and didn't hear the nanny's words at all, and shook his head at the nanny.

"It's okay, let him play for a while, the sun is not strong today, and he won't get sunburned."

Although it is the first time to raise a son, Xie Hui somehow feels that no matter whether it is a son or a daughter, a child should not be too pampered, it doesn't matter if it is like this.

The nanny didn't have any bad intentions, but she didn't want to see the child hurt a little bit in her eyes.

Normally, Xie Ze would be obedient and would not cause trouble for the nanny.

But today, with his father by his side, he was reluctant to end his first time playing like this with his father so quickly, so he stayed here a little disobediently.

After planting all the sunflower seeds, little Xie Ze nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the land he had planted.

"Baby remember to come and water the sunflowers every day, don't be lazy."

Xie Ze nodded vigorously when he heard his father's words, as if he was accepting some important task, and his attitude was very serious.

"I'll take good care of them, make lots and lots of sunflowers, and then I'll cut them all off and give them to Dad!"