you are my joy

Chapter 123 Resist Meng Ruxin

The teacher took Fu Lin and Meng Ruxin into an empty classroom. A small figure was sitting at the table in the corner, playing with the toys in his hand, as if he was trapped in his own world.

This scene deeply hurt Fu Lin's heart, and a deep sense of guilt rolled out from the bottom of his eyes.

But he didn't realize that Meng Ruxin's eyes flashed with disgust the moment she saw Meng Anhao.

Teacher: "Haohao, your parents have come to pick you up, go home with your parents."

The little boy didn't seem to hear, and focused on playing with the toy in his hand.

The teacher walked in front of Meng Anhao, crouched down and held his little hand gently.

"Haohao, your parents are here to pick you up, go home with them."

The small hand was held, Meng Anhao was forced to raise his head, his round eyes swept across the two who were standing aside smiling at him, and a crisp voice with a slightly childish voice sounded in the empty classroom.

"I don't have parents."

Meng Ruxin's and Fu Lin's faces stiffened. Looking closely, Meng Ruxin's face was still a little flustered.

She hurriedly squatted down and held his little hand, "An Hao, are you blaming your mother for not coming to see you? I'm sorry, my mother was deceived and thought she could only see you during the holidays, so forgive your mother, okay? ?"

Meng Anhao was unmoved, his eyes swept across her face, he withdrew his little hand indifferently, lowered his head and continued to disassemble the toy in his hand.

Obviously he is only a four-year-old child, but Meng Ruxin saw alienation in his eyes just now.

Anxiety grows like a vine, tightly wrapping her heart, she has a feeling that Meng Anhao seems to know that she doesn't like him.

But he is only four years old, what does he know?
How can she know that she doesn't like him?
Fu Lin frowned slightly, pity the child more and more.

He only heard from the teacher that the child was withdrawn, but he did not expect to be so indifferent at such a young age.

What happened before this to develop such a character?

The puzzled eyes skipped Meng Ruxin's eyes, but reason told him that he couldn't just doubt her like that.

But even he didn't know it, and the seeds of doubt were planted in his heart.

Fu Lin squatted down, smiled slightly, and looked at Xiaodouding in front of him tenderly.

"An Hao, I'm my father. I'm sorry for being late. It's my father's fault. Will my father take you home to live with you? From now on, your mother and I will come to pick you up every day."

Meng Anhao put down the toy in his hand, raised his head and looked at Fu Lin, his big eyes seemed to be looking at him.

He didn't say anything until he didn't feel any malice from him, "You are the father?"

Fu Lin's expression softened, "Yes, I am your father."

The little head was tilted, Meng Anhao looked at him in a trance, as if he was thinking, but also hesitating.

After a while, he stood up and stretched out his little hand, "Then let's go! I want to eat cake."

Fu Lin smiled warmly, stretched out his arms and pulled him into his arms, holding him firmly.

"Okay, Dad will take you to eat cake."

At this moment, Fu Lin really felt the feeling of being a father in his heart.

Small things are soft, and there is only such a small ball, which can be held firmly in the arms with only one hand.

But holding him, my heart is filled with endless warmth.

He really is a dad.

For the first time, when he felt his father's embrace, Meng Anhao's little face did not have any happy expression, but a little sadness.

Dad's arms are wide and his arms are strong and powerful. Although he is a little tall, he feels very secure.

I don't know what my mother's arms look like.

Will it be the same as the teacher's embrace, soft and gentle.

Fu Lin carried Meng Anhao and walked outside the classroom, Meng Ruxin was completely ignored by their father and son.

The smile on his face was a little unstoppable, and there was a trace of resentment in Meng Anhao's eyes.

She knew that as soon as this child appeared, half of Fu Lin's attention would be taken away.

So since she returned to China, she put Meng Anhao in a boarding school.

Once Fu Lin mentioned the child, she turned to him and avoided the topic.

If this child was not the only bargaining chip for her to catch Fu Lin and marry into the Fu family, she would never keep this child.

Covering the emotions in her eyes, Meng Ruxin took a few quick steps to catch up with Fu Lin.

"Alin, wait for me."

Meng Ruxin and Fu Lin walked side by side to the car, and when Fu Lin got into the car with Meng Anhao in his arms, he realized that he had forgotten to install the child safety seat.

Looking down at Xiaodouding in his arms, he said with guilt, "An Hao, let your mother hold you first, okay? Dad forgot to install the safety seat for you."

"No, I can do it myself." Meng Anhao rejected his proposal indifferently, with a little resistance in his tone.

The small body twisted a few times in his arms, climbed onto the seat and sat down, just like a little adult.

Fu Lin noticed the resistance in his tone, and the doubts in his heart grew little by little.

It seems that the child does not accept Xin Er as his mother.

Meng Ruxin felt the same, raised a kind smile and walked in front of Meng Anhao, her voice soft.

"An Hao, you're still young, it's not safe for you to sit in the back, or is it okay for your mother to hold you?"

Meng Anhao lowered his head and did not speak, his resistance was obvious.

Meng Ruxin looked at Fu Lin at a loss, and twisted her fingers in grievance, "A Lin..."

"Forget it, you come and drive, and I'll hold him."

In the end, Meng Ruxin could only drive, and Fu Lin sat in the back with Meng Anhao in his arms.

The first time he saw his child, Fu Lin couldn't get enough of it. He rubbed his fingers against Meng Anhao's smooth skin and couldn't put it down.

"An Hao, what kind of cake do you like? Mom and Dad will take you to buy it."

Meng Anhao raised his head and questioned his soul, "Aren't you my father? Why don't you even know what I like to eat?"

Every word is like a thousand arrows piercing the heart, and the dense pain comes from the heart.

Yes, after so long, he didn't even know what his son liked to eat.

He really is an incompetent father.

"Then can you tell Dad what you like to eat now?"

Meng Anhao looked at Meng Ruxin in front of him, and then his eyes fell back to him, blinking his big eyes, as if telling him that you can ask her.

Fu Lin was helpless and could only ask Meng Ruxin.

"Xin'er, do you know what An Hao likes to eat?"

Meng Ruxin, who was suddenly asked, panicked and suddenly stepped on the brakes.

Fu Lin subconsciously hugged Meng Anhao in his arms, but he bumped into the seat in front of him.

Rubbing his aching forehead, Fu Lin frowned, "Xiner, what happened?"

"No...it's okay, the car in front suddenly stopped."

Meng Ruxin hurriedly restarted the car, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her palms.

She has no idea what Meng Anhao likes to eat.

(End of this chapter)