Chapter 667

A five-year-old boy stood there with a fruit plate in his hand, which was filled with fruits of various colors. But this is not the point. The point is that although the little guy has a touch of sharp in his eyebrows and eyes, whether it's eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips, it makes yetingchen feel like looking in the mirror.

The little guy in front of me seems to be a reduced version of himself.

The heart seemed to draw for a while. Looking at the face similar to yourself, my brain crashed.

When the little guy saw him, he seemed stunned. His dark eyes were as clear as glass beads. The fundus of his eyes was so clean that there were no impurities. He soon saw that the little guy was a little confused when he looked at him.

But soon, the little guy reacted and walked forward step by step with short legs.

Every step he took seemed to step on the tip of yetingchen's heart.

The tall man didn't notice that his fingertips were shaking at this moment.

Xiaomi Dou has come to him and successfully sees that yetingchen's face becomes pale.

Cut, why is daddy so useless?

Seeing him is like seeing a ghost.

No, he doesn't really think of himself as a ghost, does he?

Xiaomi Dou put the plate on the table. The collision between porcelain and the table made a light and crisp sound. Xiaomi Dou inserted several toothpicks on the fruit, then raised his head and looked at yetingchen.

"Would you like some fruit?"

Xiaomi Dou looks cute and innocent.

The tall man squatted down, raised his bony hands slowly and approached Xiaomi Dou's smooth, tender and white face.

"You..."

How can this face look so like yourself? It's almost carved in one mold.

All the previous tension disappeared after seeing the face in front of me. The rest was only shock and disbelief.

"Millet bean!"

A girl's voice whispered. Han Muzi almost ran downstairs for the first time. When she came to the living room, she saw such a scene.

The small one ate the apple in his hand and made a clicking sound, while the big one was half bent and his trembling hand almost touched Xiaomi Dou's face.

Have you... Met?

Han Muzi's red lips trembled and felt a blank in his brain.

What is she... Doing now?

Xiao Yan saw her face was not right, so she still had a mask on her face. When she came down to see this scene, the mask on her face would fall.

Did you meet your father and son so soon? Without warning, seeing Han Muzi standing in place, Xiaoyan subconsciously walked forward, grabbed her hand and dragged her aside.

"Xiaoyan, I......" Han Muzi grabbed Xiaoyan's arm at a loss, and her eyes drifted.

"I know you are nervous, but you don't want to go up later." Xiao Yan stretched out his hand and tore off the mask on his face. He sighed the air pressure and said in a low voice: "millet beans are so smart that they should be able to cope with it. Let me take you upstairs first and calm down."

Be quiet?

Han Muzi's mood is very delicate now. She doesn't know what it is. It's very complicated, but she can't calm down.

But what can she say when she comes forward?

"Let's go." Xiaoyan took Han Muzi upstairs, and the downstairs living room was quiet again.

A big one and a small one are still there. The big one keeps the original posture all the time. The small one doesn't care. He even continues to raise his hand and put fruit in his mouth.

After a moment of silence, yetingchen's hand still didn't fall on his face, but slowly took it back.

"You... Your name is Xiaomi Dou?"

Night Tingchen spoke slowly. He heard his voice trembling.

Xiaomi bean looked at him and blinked.

"Yes."

He nodded. Yetingchen felt his heart pounding, as if something was exploding in it.

This is Muzi's child, the millet bean in her mouth.

Looking at him again, yetingchen can almost confirm one thing

Suddenly, yetingchen clasped Xiaomi Dou's wrist, narrowed his eyes and looked at him dangerously: "who's your father?"

The original delicate atmosphere was destroyed at this time. Xiaomi bean raised his head and looked innocent: "I have no daddy."

Night Tingchen breathed, "you... Don't have a father? Then you..."

"Mommy said, daddy is dead ~"

Looking at this face as like as two peas in his face, and then looking at the way he said it, he felt like he almost vomits a blood.

"What do you mean you're dead?"

That woman used to curse herself like this?

"Xiaomi Dou hasn't seen his father since he was born. Isn't he dead? What is it?"

"Then you think..." night Tingchen approached him with narrow eyes like knives and arrows: "does my face look like yours?"

The two faces are close at hand. If they are not big or small, people can hardly tell who is right and who is wrong.

Xiaomi bean suddenly stuffed another apple into his mouth, making a clicking sound.

Ye Tingchen: "

He held down the torrent in his heart, "don't eat at this time, can you?"

"Oh, No." Xiaomi Dou quickly refused his request and said with a smile: "Xiaomi Dou likes to eat fruit."

With that, he touched a piece and suddenly stuffed it into yetingchen's mouth.

Night Tingchen felt the child's soft palm wipe his firm chin. After the apple was stuffed into his mouth, night Tingchen subconsciously bit it.

The sour and sweet taste immediately filled his mouth, stimulating yetingchen's taste buds. Looking at the child's eyes in front of him, an idea slowly gathered in his mind.

Like a robot, he chewed the apple rigidly and swallowed it.

"Uncle, is it delicious?" Xiaomi Dou asked with a smile when he saw that he had eaten the apple.

"Uncle?"

Night Tingchen's eyes narrowed slightly, with a trace of dryness in his voice: "don't call uncle."

Xiaomi bean continued to blink at him, continued to eat fruit, and asked him curiously, "what's that called?"

Night Tingchen was not in a hurry. His eyes locked the small face in front of him. He slowly stretched out his hand, stroked his small face, then moved back, and trembled his big palm to hold the small ball in front of him into his arms.

"Uncle?"

The little guy's more confused voice came from his chest.

Night Tingchen closed his eyes and probably didn't even notice that his eyelashes were trembling.

The big hand pressed the back of the little guy's head. Yetingchen's eyes were warm and his voice was heavy.

"Don't call me uncle, call me daddy."

Damn woman, I've been hiding from him for so long. No wonder... No wonder she asked herself not to investigate her. No wonder she didn't want him to know the existence of the child. No wonder she was excited and her eyes twinkled every time she mentioned the child.

I see

i see!!!

She was pregnant with her own child!

Xiaomi Dou is his child.

Muzi... You're hiding it from me!