Chapter 459： unhappy!

Song Yuchen's bright black eyes flickered, and he said with a smile, "Because your hands are so pretty, I just want to take a closer look..."

Absolutely can't admit that I'm smelling my father's hand!

"dad…"

Song Yuchen's little milk voice sounded again.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhdhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhse the people, why do you feel that Mr. Song is indifferent?" 】

【In the eyes of Dad, no matter how young a son is, he is still a man, not cute! 】

【Daughter is different, don’t you all realize that Mr. Song’s attitude towards Xiao Yiyi is completely different from Xiaochen’s】

【Let's just say, why is the interaction between the father and son a little funny? 】

【Is Xiaochen really hungry? This child came to his father to sniff his hand again, and called his father in the sweetest voice again! 】

【Song Yuchen: You are all wrong, I am not hungry, I just want to ride a bull! 】

After waiting for half a minute, the little guy didn't hear his father's response, so he hummed softly.

How should he speak? How should I put it?

The corners of Song Jinze's lips curled slightly, "Speak up if you have something to say."

He knows all about the smallness in this kid's heart without even thinking about it.

"Um... Dad!"

The little guy rolled his eyes, "Didn't you just say that mother is still resting, why don't we go to the morning glory to drink water first, when we come back, mother will wake up, you cook noodles, so that mother can eat delicious It’s freshly baked noodles, do you think it’s okay?”

"No, go after dinner."

Song Yuchen: …

Song Jinze glanced at him, "Sit on the other side, don't get in the way."

【Hahaha, the interaction between the father and son made me laugh so hard, is Xiaochen angry? 】

【Aren’t you angry? After calling Dad so many times, Mr. Song has an indifferent face, hahaha! 】

【The child just wants to ride a bull, it’s really not too high a requirement, Mr. Song, please satisfy the child! 】

【Mr. Song: I'm going to cook dinner for my wife now, I'm not free! 】

The little guy frowned and looked at Song Jinze unhappy. He dared not speak out, so he could only sit by and watch his father's unskilled cooking.

Song Jinze washed some vegetables after unpacking two buckets of instant noodles.

He turned his head and looked at the pouting little guy sitting on the small bench, and asked, "Do you want to eat eggs?"

Song Yuchen nodded quickly, "I want to eat fried eggs, poached eggs, can you? Mom's fried poached eggs are delicious! If you don't know how, then don't make them, let's go..."

"I can."

Song Yuchen gave his father a sideways glance, "Hmph!"

【Hahaha, Xiaochen seems to despise Dad's cooking! 】

【The president of the past two days is still full of fireworks, and he is so handsome~】

【Mr. Song is not only handsome, but also looks so handsome when he cooks. Tears of disappointment slipped from the corner of his mouth...】

…

This afternoon, Ye Zhen Zhen slept well.

She vaguely heard someone calling her name, opened her eyes slightly, and saw a man standing beside the bed, a man with gentle eyes and a slight smile on his lips, "Have you slept well, dinner is ready. "

"oh."

Ye Zhen Zhen stood up, and saw the little guy standing beside her was looking at her with a face full of grievances, her little mouth was still pouted, and she looked unhappy.

She touched the little guy's face, "What's wrong? You don't look very happy?"

The little guy hugged Ye Zhenzhen's arm, "Mom...I miss you so much..."

If you can't act like a baby with your father, then act like a baby with your mother!

Ye Zhen Zhen smiled and patted the little guy's head, "Well, isn't mom here? Did you have fun with sister Yi Yi this afternoon?"

"happy."

"Then why are you pouting now?"

Ye Zhen Zhen put on her shoes, got off the bed, and led the little guy out of the bedroom.

Song Yuchen secretly glanced at his father who was following behind, then reached out to Ye Zhenzhen, "Mom, hold me, I have something to tell you."

Song Jinze frowned, and shouted in a deep voice, "Song Yuchen, how old are you? Do you want someone to carry you away?"