Mr. Li, your daughter calls someone else dad again

The lighting engineer had just finished setting up the board. The little girl looked so cute that he couldn't help but joked, "Why else would you be here~"

"Did I kiss you out?"

Haohao tilted her head and asked, the lighting technician smiled and left, she looked to the corner again, her father was looking at her, so she smiled secretly and waved to him.

At the same time, everyone in the studio focused their attention on him. Li Yucheng tilted his head, cleared his throat, and then stood up and walked over.

"what happened?"

Haohao covered his father's ears and asked softly: "Will there be a baby if you kiss? I have kissed many people, too."

His daughter was discussing the origin with him, which inevitably reminded him of many distant images: "No."

"Why did the photographer say that?"

As if there was no way to explain, Li Yucheng reluctantly pulled the little hand off his ear and pinched his face: "In short, girls can't kiss others casually."

"Oh," Haohao nodded obediently, and then asked, "What about boys?"

"Neither."

"Did Dad kiss many people?"

"No."

"Have you ever kissed Mommy?"

Li Yucheng leaned on the table and twirled his fingers: "... kissed."

Haohao covered his mouth and laughed secretly, as if he had found common ground: "I kissed Mommy too, and she smelled sweet every day!"

"Is there anyone else?"

"what?"

Li Yucheng touched his nose unnaturally: "Has anyone else kissed her?"

"Have."

"Who?" The smile on Li Yucheng's face gradually faded. Just as his eyes darkened, he heard his sister say, "Sister kissed him, and godmother kissed him too!"

Li Yucheng: ....

"What I'm asking is..." Li Yucheng thought for a moment and changed his words: "Other men."

Haohao's eyes lit up, and he seemed to understand: "Are you talking about Cheng's father and Xiaoxin?"

Li Yucheng responded vaguely.

"No," Haohao shook his head firmly, "I haven't seen it!"

The crossbow in his heart finally loosened its string, and Li Yucheng touched his sister's forehead as if rewarding her: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a muffled sound was heard in the distance. Li Yucheng frowned and walked over quickly to help Ni Jia up from the ground. There was a piece of dust on his pants and there were scratches on his knees.

Without any further thought, he just picked the man up sideways. Because of the weightlessness, Ni Jia's hands naturally hooked around Li Yucheng's neck.

When she reacted, she ignored the pain in her knees and immediately urged in a low voice: "Put me down!"

There were people all around, and Haohao was running here in panic, shouting. It was really embarrassing. Ni Jia covered his forehead with one hand and was too embarrassed to look at other people.

"Li Yucheng, put me down!"

"Don't you usually eat?"

There was not much weight in his hands. Li Yucheng even felt that he could lift the person up with just one arm. Such a fleshless skeleton would fall apart if it was hit.

He swept away the clutter on the dressing table, put Ni Jia on it, and then bent down to lift up his trouser legs.

"I'm fine!" Ni Jia dodged for a moment. The wound rubbed against her pants and it felt a little painful. She frowned.

"Take a look."

Li Yucheng didn't waste time talking to her. He held her ankle and rolled up half of her trouser legs. Her knees were scratched and had bleeding spots.

"It's cement," he said, his face still straight. "It's dirty."

Because the distance was too close, Ni Jia could even feel Li Yucheng's breath. The hot breath sprayed on the wound, making her subconsciously retract her legs.

"What are you hiding from?" Li Yucheng glanced at her, grabbed her wrist, and pressed it on the rolled-up trouser leg: "Press it down."

Both daughters ran in, shouting "Mommy" one after another. Ni Jia's first reaction was to roll up his trouser legs and cover the wound.

But Li Yucheng seemed to have guessed her thoughts and immediately grabbed her wrist with great force and power.

"do not move!"

Ni Jia was startled by the warning in this low and deep voice, and forgot what to do for a short while. Then he saw Li Yucheng took the water cup beside him, opened the lid and poured the water on his hand to test the water temperature.

Perhaps because the temperature was still acceptable, he put her legs on the back of the chair, kicked the trash can over and placed it underneath, then slowly rinsed her wound with water.

"Mommy, does it hurt?" Ni Hao held her hand, her little face almost twisted.

"It doesn't hurt." Ni Jiakong reached out to touch her face, comforting his elder sister and then his younger sister.

The area around the wound was all red, and Li Yucheng predicted that it might turn purple. He was a little angry: "Don't you look at the ground when you walk?"

After the water was finished, Ni Jia pushed him away, took out a tissue and pressed it on the wound, and replied casually: "I saw it."

If the father and daughter hadn't been talking secretly there, she wouldn't have been so distracted and fallen into trouble. Ni Jia was a little uncomfortable with Li Yucheng's sudden behavior towards her, so she wanted to distract him.

"Take it over first, otherwise you won't be able to finish the shoot this afternoon."

"Then let's shoot it tomorrow," Li Yucheng slapped her hand away and lifted the tissue to take a look.

The staff of the studio came over in a hurry with a medical kit, and looked speechless when they saw the wound. They thought something had happened, but it turned out to be just a minor scratch.

Ni Jia felt embarrassed by the fuss and pushed Li Yucheng away, trying to get down.

"Where are we going?" Li Yucheng held her shoulder and said, "Disinfection."

Ni Jia was almost embarrassed to death, and glared at the other party fiercely: "No need, it's just a little scratch."

"If the wound is not disinfected, it will become infected." Haohao grabbed the corner of her clothes and shook it: "Mommy, this is what you told me."

It looked like Li Yucheng wouldn't let her go without disinfection, so Ni Jia had no choice but to take the medical box and thank him.

She insisted on disinfecting herself, and Li Yucheng could only stand aside and watch with a sullen face.

Fortunately, he was wearing ice silk wide-leg pants today and there was a Band-Aid on the wound, so he could move around easily and the pain was not too strong. After a simple treatment, Ni Jia resumed filming.

After a while, Secretary Li brought a stool from somewhere and asked her to sit on it.

"No need." It's not like he's lame. Ni Jia looked at his knee speechlessly.

"Please take a seat." Secretary Li used even the polite language.

In order not to embarrass the other party, Ni Jia sat down. She did not look at Li Yucheng, but her peripheral vision told her that he was staring at her.

A strange feeling rose up in her heart, but she suppressed it immediately. She forced herself to put away unnecessary attention and finish the shooting quickly.

"Mommy, does your knee still hurt?" Haohao asked in the locker room.

Before she could answer, the man picked her up from the ground, pulled her aside, and then squatted down to help her sister change her clothes.

"Where should I hang this belt?" Li Yucheng clutched the two straps around his waist, looking a little confused.

For some reason, these strange actions made Ni Jia feel a little sour: "Behind."

Li Yucheng's technique was very unfamiliar, and it took him half a minute to tie a very ugly bow...

"so?"

Ni Jia adjusted herself, not squatting, but bending slightly. It was only a distance of a few inches, but it still made her remember a lot of things.

For example, when her skirt got tangled, she sought help, but ended up with the belt breaking in two.

She would never forget the man's impatient look and the way he held the scissors.