Chapter 620： sign

Duan Yuhui returned home.

The car drove into the courtyard, and when he looked up, he saw his son playing baseball with Zhuang Jia on the lawn.

Mu Zi's words immediately echoed in his mind: "Master Duan is very smart... This baseball alone has been learning the longest time, but has not made much progress. It is difficult to hit even the ball..."

Regarding baseball, Duan Siqi's posture is very standard and he has a thorough understanding of the rules, but his batting level is very poor.

Duan Yuhui didn't take it to heart. After all, his son is young and it is impossible to do everything well. Now thinking about it, is this a cover for his son? Pretend that you are not good at playing and coax people around you to play with him?

If you are any kid and learn the same thing for three years, you will lose patience if you don't make any progress? Adults may not be able to persevere, let alone a child?

But Duan Siqi has always been passionate about baseball.

This is actually a bit unreasonable...

Duan Siqi heard the sound of the car, turned to look over, and saw Duan Yuhui's car, and immediately ran over happily.

"Dad! Daddy!..."

The son's smiling face was extremely brilliant, and his bright eyes were pure and clear against the sunset.

He looks no different from ordinary children, cute and innocent.

A huge sense of guilt surged in Duan Yuhui's heart-how could he doubt his son? Just because of Mu Zi's provocative words?

Why didn't he refute at that time? Is Mu Zi eloquent too good? The dull pain that stabbed him in each sentence made him confused, and unknowingly followed her train of thought.

In fact, even if her speculation is reasonable, there is no evidence!

Without evidence, it's all nonsense!

Duan Yuhui got out of the car, Duan Siqi just ran to the front and threw into his arms happily.

"Today I played with Sister Zhuang again?" Duan Yuhui rubbed his son's head, tense his nerves all day, and immediately relaxed a lot after seeing his son's smiling face.

"Dad, can I keep my sister for dinner?" Duan Siqi asked with his face up.

Behind him, Zhuang Jia ran over with a bat, panting and greeted Duan Yuhui: "Mr. Duan is back."

Duan Yuhui's gaze swept across Zhuang Jia's body, his expression was slightly restrained, and he smiled and said: "Well, hard work, Miss Zhuang came to accompany Qi Qi, Qi Qi is sometimes very naughty. Didn't you embarrass you?"

"No, no." Zhuang Jia laughed, "We have a good time, Qi Qi is very smart."

As she said, she bent down and smiled at Duan Siqi: "Isn't it, handsome boy Qiqi?"

Zhuang Jia is eighteen years old. Because she has been in contact with all kinds of models since she was a child, she has the habit of vegetarianism and fitness. She is not only tall, but also curvy. She looks much mature than girls of the same age.

After playing baseball, she sweated a lot, with a few strands of hair sticking to her neck, the thin student shirt tightly bound her youthful body, and her skin was white and greasy and dazzling, making people wonder.

Duan Yuhui looked away, stroked the hand on Duan Siqi's head, and slid to his back-Duan Siqi was very dry and did not sweat.

He calmly looked down and said, "Daddy has something else to do. You can have dinner with Sister Zhuang Jia."

Duan Siqi nodded sensibly, led Zhuang Jia into the house, and happily talked with Zhuang Jia: "Sister, what do you like to eat? Do you love fish? Eating fish is easy to get stuck. Have you been stuck? Ever?...I love to eat too. Before, my mother helped me pick the fish bones. Sister, you helped me pick the fish bones, okay? I haven't eaten fish for a long time..."

Two figures, one big and one small, gradually walked away, Duan Yuhui silently followed behind.

No matter how he looked at it, he only saw an innocent child, but there were countless questions in his heart, pulling his soul hard.

Why didn't Qiqi sweat? Did he do it on purpose? Is the invitation to dinner also intentional? Is Zhuang Jia really one of his candidates?