Baby, wait until you grow up

Surrounded by strange atmosphere, An Boning's mind went blank, and he also forgot that he was at home, and he wanted to use a gun on the person who hugged him without even thinking about it.

After long-term family education, An Hao naturally chose some courses for him to protect himself.Taekwondo and judo are limited due to Parkin's own physical fitness, but he is very accurate in marksmanship.

"Why do you have to remember?" The boy's voice was a little confused.

An Hao wiped his black hair vigorously, and pulled the child into his arms with strength, "Yes, my baby just needs to remember Dad."

Bo Ning was still a little annoyed, and said, "Don't forget about it, Dad is a bad guy."

"Huh?" An Hao put his left arm on the child's shoulder, jokingly, "What's wrong? Doesn't Dad still love you?"

"But why did Dad agree to Miran?" Bo Ning turned around and bit the man's arm with his mouth open.He didn't use much force, just like a kitten acting like a baby to its owner, he let go of his teeth after a few seconds of biting.

"You have no class tomorrow, and the teacher won't come. Aren't you bored by yourself?"

An Boning shook his head, "I've lived like this all these years. Dad, I don't like other people coming to the house, and I don't want to play with others." Bo Ning thought for a while, kissed the man's cheek, "Dad, help me I refuse him, okay? If I'm bored, I can call you."

"Baby, play with Miran for a day first, okay? If you feel unhappy, don't invite him in the future."

Although it was in a negotiating tone, An Hao knew that he would not refuse.Sure enough, the boy's lips parted, but he did not refute.

He didn't know if it was right to force the child to accept his kindness in this way, but he had to try after all.Looking at this child who cut off the world, An Hao felt filled with emotion.

For a boy of this age, who doesn't invite friends and friends to sweat freely, and youth is flying.His child lived too lonely, and had nothing but himself all these years!

The next day, after sending his father out, An Baining watered the flowers and plants in the back garden.The sun shines on the small transparent glass room, the flowers and leaves next to the milky white piano are green and dewy, the young man's body is covered with a light golden layer, and his slender fingers are jumping on the black and white keys.

The sound of the piano is melodious, and the time is quiet.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.An Boning frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, picked up the videophone, and a bright smiling face appeared on the screen, who was it not Miran? !