Mr. Li, your daughter calls someone else dad again

Because of this little incident, my sister kept hugging his neck and refused to get off him.

Even Ni Jia's offer of chocolate to her was not acceptable. While Li Yucheng's selfish desire was satisfied, he also felt a little distressed.

But he would never say "I will definitely stay".

He was afraid that once he said it, his daughter would be like a runaway pony and run away to someone else.

The elder sister was showing Gao Xin a new Rubik's Cube, a large part of which were given by Li Yucheng. The difficulty gradually increased, and some of them were simply not something that could be completed at this age.

When Li Yucheng was buying things, he just focused on collecting them. The more the better. At least that’s what he thought when he was a child.

Gao Xin also brought some dolls from Switzerland, from the Barbie series that Haohao liked the most: "Do you like it?"

Haohao nodded in Li Yucheng's arms. Gao Xin didn't know what happened, but he just wanted to make the child happy.

In fact, Haohao has a lot of such Barbies at home in Switzerland. There is also a colorful wardrobe in the box with a lot of clothes hanging in it.

"Do you want to change her clothes? There are many beautiful dresses in it."

Haohao held the chocolate in his hand, squeezing it so hard that it made a rustling sound. It was obvious that he wanted to play with it, but in the end he shook his head.

Seduction is not only a test for his sister, but also for Li Yucheng. He would be inexplicably nervous and get a little annoyed after a few times.

"Can you please stay away from my daughter?"

Gao Xin stared at Li Yucheng for a while without saying anything, then finally got up and went to the kitchen to help.

After the people left, Li Yucheng lowered his head and asked, "Do you like these?"

Haohao looked up at him and nodded hesitantly.

He put the piece of chocolate that was about to melt into his daughter's mouth.

"Okay, got it."

The aroma of fried onions came from the kitchen. Li Yucheng was in a bad mood, but he tried his best to suppress it.

Ni Jia also cooked noodles a few years ago. I remember it seemed to be twice, once in the morning and once at night, but he didn't get to eat it in the end for various reasons.

It was specially made for him, and now, the woman was obviously not welcoming him, but because of her daughter, she had to bring a bowl with her.

Who else has tasted it? Li Yucheng snorted coldly, and it was estimated that the man named Cheng would not escape either.

He had regretted many times in the past five years that he had not been able to know what that noodle tasted like, but now it seemed unnecessary.

"Dad," Haohao raised his head and whispered in his ear, "Don't you like Xiaoxin?"

"It is clear?"

Nodded well.

"Yes," Li Yucheng said frankly, "I don't like it."

"Why?" Haohao didn't understand. This was obviously their first meeting: "Xiao Xin is very nice. He bought me a lot of Barbies."

His daughter called him so affectionately that Li Yucheng pestered, "His name is Gao Xin, not Xiao Xin."

"He has a pair of pajamas that are exactly the same as the ones Crayon Shin-chan wears, and his name is Shin-chan."

"Pyjamas?" Li Yucheng's eyelids twitched slightly, and his voice became a little colder: "Where did you see it?"

"In Mommy's company. I saw it when I went there."

Sleeping in the company? Why would a lawyer sleep in a clothing company? Some unhealthy images quickly flashed through my mind.

Li Yucheng pressed his knuckles impatiently, and his bones made a strange sound. Haohao heard it and grabbed Li Yucheng's hand, only to see a red wound on it.

"Dad, does it hurt?"

When my sister heard this, she looked up, quickly put down the Rubik's Cube and ran into the room.

Li Yucheng opened his mouth for some unknown reason: "A little bit."

Her sister held her hand and began to blow on it in small sips. The hot air blew on the back of her hand. A hint of surprise flashed in Li Yucheng's eyes, and a warm current began to surge in his heart.

"Hoo, hoo, it won't hurt anymore."

My sister came back with a medical kit, opened it unskillfully, and pointed: "You use it."

"It's okay." Li Yucheng touched her head, and his gloomy face finally softened.

This is his daughter, otherwise there would be no need for Ni Jia to invite someone all the way from Switzerland. Those people are worrying too much.

Five bowls of scallion oil noodles were served on the table, and the aroma filled the room. Ni Jia bent down to hug her daughter, but Haohao put her arms around Li Yucheng's neck.

"I'll sit with Dad."

Ni Jia didn't argue much, turned around and took her sister to the dining table. Li Yucheng followed behind with his sister in his arms. Although her hair covered her face, one could still vaguely see the woman's slightly red neck.

Still unable to withstand the force, the skin turns red when touched, all over the body.

The dinner table was not silent. Ni Jia was replying to messages on his phone and occasionally chatting with Gao Xin about daily life. Li Yucheng was sitting opposite him, looking like a silent and unhappy outsider.

The noodles smelled good, but tasted just so-so. Li Yucheng didn't taste anything special. He only knew that Gao Xin ate two bowls by himself, looking like a starving ghost.

"Dad, I want more." Haohao pushed the small bowl in front of him, and Li Yucheng gave her some from the big bowl.

The bowl was only a little bit big, but Li Yucheng filled it up with just two chopsticks.

"enough?"

"Too many."

"There are leftovers if you can't finish them."

"But Mommy said we can't waste food."

"It's okay," Gao Xin kindly said, "Xiao Xin will help you with the rest."

In Li Yucheng's eyes, this sentence was very inappropriate. No matter what he did, it was not up to an outsider to help deal with his daughter's leftovers.

He glanced at Gao Xin, put some noodles into his own bowl, and asked, "What now?"

My sister smiled and nodded, picking up her fork again: "I can finish it."

Children's forks and spoons are blunt and round, and my sister would sometimes not pay attention and drop them onto the table, then grab them with her hands and put them into her mouth.

It felt greasy as soon as he grabbed it. Li Yucheng frowned and was about to take out a wet tissue to hand it over. Coincidentally, when he stretched out his hand, it bumped into Ni Jia. The other party withdrew his hand without saying a word, without even raising his eyes.

"Don't pick it up from the table next time," Li Yucheng handed the wet wipe to his sister: "Wipe your hands."

Ni Hao took it and wiped her hands while explaining: "Mommy said that if you pick it up within three seconds, it will be clean."

"It's fake." Li Yucheng also didn't even look at Ni Jia: "There is no scientific basis."

"Is it fake?" The sister looked at Ni Jia.

When Ni Jia said this, he just didn't want them to drop things everywhere. Besides, the table had been wiped, so it wasn't dirty to some extent.

Besides, her table etiquette is not that strict, nor as particular as that of the Li family.

"eat fast."

After licking his lips, he asked, "Can I eat it?"

"No."

"can."

One question, two answers. Hao Hao decided to seek his sister's advice: "Who should we listen to?"

This was the first disagreement in educational philosophy. This problem had never occurred at home before. Chen Mi would not argue with her because it would affect Ni Jia's credibility in front of the children.

Now Li Yucheng openly questioned her in front of his daughter, bringing up new grudges and old scores, and Ni Jia immediately looked a little embarrassed.

Li Yucheng added slowly: "Experiments have shown that there are at least 20 kinds of bacteria on the dining table."

He emphasized: "I'm talking about types, not numbers."