Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

Song Yuheng suddenly raised his head, looking at Song Chenchen who was standing in the corner, his immature eyes were full of longing for his biological father.

He almost forgot that this child was precocious, and he never asked them about his biological father. He kept his longing for his biological father in his heart.

Let him see that corner at this time, it is so intense that he can't ignore it.

He waved to him, "Chenchen, come, come to uncle."

Song Chenchen walked over with his slippers on, and was pulled into his arms by Song Yuheng's long arms. He asked softly, "How long have you been hiding there for eavesdropping?"

Song Chenchen lowered his head in shame, "Not long."

Song Yuheng rubbed his hairy head, and rested his chin on his head, really couldn't bear to criticize him, so he was silent for a while before he asked: "Miss Dad?"

Song Chenchen still lowered his head, this soft question made the grievance and sadness that he had accumulated for five years but dared not ask surged up, and tears rolled down silently.

"Battah"

He was terrified, and mustered up his courage to look at Song Yuheng, and quickly raised his hand to wipe away his tears, but unexpectedly, the tears flowed more violently on their own consciousness.

Song Yuheng couldn't bear his eyes like this, his heart was so soft that he was confused, and his heart ached so much, he took out a tissue to wipe his tears, "Stop crying, huh?"

The little guy was wronged to the extreme, laying in Song Yuheng's arms and crying, crying out of breath after a while.

No matter how precocious he is, he is still a child who has just turned five years old. He usually pretends to be sensible and mature to let Mommy rest assured. Last time he asked Mommy why everyone else has a father. Mommy didn't say anything at the time. Afterwards, he sat in the living room and spent the whole night in a daze.

He knew that the adults kept his biological father secret and carefully avoided mentioning it in front of him, but the more secretive they were, the more curious he became.

What does his father look like, is he tall or short, fat or thin, does he know his existence, will he like him?
Every time he sees other children being picked up by their father, being hugged by their father, or riding on their shoulders, he is very envious.

But he can't let Mommy know, because Mommy will be sad.

He is a sensible child, he can't make Mommy sad, so he can only make himself sad.

"Uncle, I don't want to know who my father is anymore. Don't tell my mommy, I don't want her to be unable to sleep all night." Song Chenchen cried.

She said she didn't want to know, but she cried even more miserably.

Song Yuheng stroked his back lightly, "Okay, I won't tell your mommy, stop crying, be good, uncle will carry you to sleep."

After all this tossing, Song Chenchen fell asleep in the middle of the night, and even in his sleep he was still sobbing.

When he got up to leave, the little guy was still tugging at the hem of his clothes, talking uncomfortably in his sleep, "Dad, Dad..."

Song Yuheng sighed, sat back down again, and kept guarding him until dawn.

When Song Chenchen woke up again, it was already bright outside, he opened his eyes, his vision was a little blurry, he rubbed his eyes, remembering the uncontrollable crying last night, he covered his face.

What a shame!
He turned over and sat up, and reached for the change of clothes on the bedside table. He saw a post-it note on the clothes, and three words were written seriously on the paper.

"Li Baihan!"

He read it again and again, and the more he read it, the more energetic he became. It turned out that his father's name was Li Baihan, and these three words were very powerful at first glance.