The Eighteenth Line Little Star of the President's House

The two happily gnawed on the sweet pancakes, their eyes narrowed in satisfaction.

Little Suzhe took a bite of his pancake, tugged at his little daddy's sleeve, Jiang Nan squatted down, "What does little daddy's pancake taste like?"

Jiang Nan wiped the chocolate from the corner of his mouth for him, and replied with a smile: "Banana flavor, baby, do you want it?"

Little Suzhe looked at his own, then at Jiangnan's, and said seriously: "I don't like chocolate, can I exchange it with little daddy's cakes?"

"Okay." Jiang Nan took the saliva-filled crepes that his son gnawed, and put his own in his little hand, holding them tightly.

Then he took a bite of the saliva-stained sweet pancake without hesitation, and squinted his eyes. This is also delicious.

They were satisfied with eating, and suddenly remembered that Su Che beside him hadn't eaten yet, so they tugged at the skirt of his clothes in a tacit understanding, raised their heads on the ground, raised their hands high, and handed him the pancake, "Daddy Dad/husband, ah—”

When Su Che saw the pancake handed over, maybe their saliva was still on it, maybe he didn't like sweets, but now he took a big bite without hesitation.

As long as it was given by them, even if it was poison, he would willingly swallow it.

Sure enough, it's very sweet, it's sweet to the heart, and it feels like the whole heart is about to melt.

They had a great time playing, but children's physical strength is limited after all. After four o'clock in the afternoon, little Su Zhe couldn't stand it any longer. His little head was bit by bit, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep. Su Che Hugging and refusing to close his eyes.

Jiang Nan followed them with messy bags, seeing the little guy refused to close his eyes to sleep, so he coaxed him: "Sleep, baby, when we get home, shall we wake you up?"

Little Suzhe rubbed his eyes with chubby hands, yawned, tilted his head, and fell asleep.

The speed of this second sleep made Jiang Nan admire him, if he had his speed, he would not be afraid of insomnia in the future.

The two arranged for the little guy, and stuffed the messy things into the trunk at once. Jiang Nan got on and looked at the little guy from behind, while Su Che drove in front.

The car got on the highway, and it started to get stuck in traffic after a short distance. The traffic jam was so tight that I don't know how long it would take to get back on the road.

And they seem to have been stuck in traffic for a while before they came, which is not good in first-tier cities, and it is easy to get stuck on the road when driving out.

Fortunately, today is Saturday, some people don't go to work, otherwise they would have already started to get irritable, let's understand about road rage.

But he was also uncomfortable being stuck here, he couldn't get out in front, and was blocked in the back, and it was hot, so he could only stay in the car stupidly, advancing at a slow speed with the slow-moving vehicles.

Jiangnan simply took out his mobile phone and opened Weibo, and looked at the Weibo he posted in the morning. There were not many people who viewed it, not many replies, and even fewer people who forwarded it.

There is no way, the little transparency on the [-]th line may not have too much attention, and it is already good to have someone like it.

The one who replied to him still wanted him to take photos, including photos of his husband.

He is gay, and Jiang Nan has never concealed it. Fortunately, in this day and age, there are very few people who have prejudice against homosexuality. After all, the same-sex marriage law has been legal for many years.

Most of the prejudiced people are older people. They still have old ideas and think that homosexuality is a disease, but they don't want to follow stars.