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Chapter 161 The Forgotten Dad
The little milk boy tried his best to show off for a long time, and sensitively noticed that his mother's expression was getting more and more broken. He finally realized that his mother didn't seem to like these stories very much, so he stopped telling them.

"Actually, apart from telling stories, Qianqian also sings..."

Fu Baobao lowered his head and poked his finger quietly, feeling like he had done something wrong. He was afraid that Li Jingman would suddenly dislike him.

What can a child do wrong?
The child does not teach, the father too.

Li Jingman can still grasp this point clearly.

Ask him silently: "Your father also taught it?"

The little baby boy shook his head resolutely, with a firm tone.

"Not this time, Qianqian learned it by himself!"

Li Jingman's heart relaxed, his stiff expression eased, replaced with a touch of tenderness, and looked at him gently.

"What song is that?"

In fact, Little Nailboy himself doesn't know the title of the song very well, but he knows it naturally when he often hears it by his father's side.

In order to express himself, he directly sang with a serious expression on the little milk voice: "

Were the clouds that day expected?
So the steps are light
so as not to disturb

our time

because destined so little

The wind blows the white clouds

where have you been
while missing you

i look up and smile

Do you know
......"

The crisp milk voice, every sentence is in tune, and the singing is obedient and soft.

The melodious and soft singing voice escaped from his mouth little by little, making Li Jingman dazed for a moment.

This song seemed very familiar, as if she had heard it countless times.

Vaguely, it seemed that she had also sung this song to others.

The man asked jokingly, "Manman, are you celebrating a birthday or a funeral?"

A soft little hand suddenly covered the back of his hand, interrupting Li Jingman's brief trance.

When she came back to herself, the little milkman looked at her with big eyes watery.

"Does it sound good, Mom~"

She was stunned for a moment, and then gently touched the tip of his hair: "Piety is awesome!"

The little milk baby immediately showed a happy smile, and slowly rubbed against her from the sofa, burying his little face on her shoulder.

This action gave her a very different sense of familiarity.

It seems that some people like to bury their faces on her, but not small ones, but large monsters.

After showing off her skills, the little milk boy finally received the expected praise, and at the same time was happy, she couldn't wait to act like a baby.

"Mom, Qianqian likes you so much, don't leave Qianqian in the future, okay?"

Li Jingman's heart was so soft that he hugged the little milk baby and kissed her.

"Why are you so cute?"

The little milkman smiled brightly, and there was a shy look in his big eyes.

"Because I am my mother's baby, and my mother is so beautiful, of course I am cute~"

……

The little milk baby and Li Jingman get along happily and play happily.

The joy of being pampered by his mother dazzled his mind, so much so that he forgot what Fu Jingxing had repeatedly told him before he came.

In a cafe near Li Jingman's house, he sat quietly by the window in a dark blue long trench coat, with a delicate and evil face and a calm expression, and the man holding a book in a foreign language casually looked at his watch for the sixteenth time.

Eyelashes as dense as crow feathers trembled with his movements, as if butterflies were dancing, adding a bit of spring atmosphere to the withered winter of the city.

He held the book, but couldn't read a single word.

What about the brat that he said that after meeting his mother, he would find a way to lure people out to meet him? !

What about people? ! ! ! !

Why did he sit here for almost three hours.

Big and small, he didn't see any of them?
For the sixteenth time, I contacted the bodyguards guarding the Lijingman community.

"Did you see the figures of the madam and the young master?"

Since Li Jingman returned to Jiangcheng, the bodyguards who have been hiding in the dark and responsible for protecting her spoke blankly.

"No, no one came out of the community this hour."

Fu Jingxing: "..."

At this moment, Fu Baobao was sitting at the dining table with an expression of enjoyment, slowly chewing the children's supplementary food that Li Jingman learned from the Internet to make for him.

Fu Jingxing had hired a nutritionist who was in charge of the baby's diet since he was teething, and let the baby eat with him during the meal time.

Taught by precepts and deeds, Fu Baobao has very good table manners, chewing neither fast nor slow, and eating very elegantly and beautifully.

Li Jingman accompanied him, staring at him softly.

Although she felt that it was a bit strange that she suddenly had a baby at a young age.

But... the little milk baby is just too cute.

Who can resist this?
The little milkman was halfway through eating with a small spoon, when the watch on his left hand suddenly vibrated slightly, and a beautiful blue light flashed from it.

Oops!

The little baby stopped eating.

Swallowing the delicious food in his mouth with difficulty, he blinked his eyes.

He seemed to...forgot about Dad.

Seeing that the little milk boy stopped eating halfway through, Li Jingman asked him, "Are you full?"

The little milk boy looked at the food from his mother in confusion, hesitated for a while, and rolled down his sleeves to block the glowing watch.

No matter, can't see, can't see!
"not yet."

After the soft answer, he took a small spoon and ate it happily.

Mom was so kind to him today, not only hugged him, but also praised him, and gave him such delicious food.

He will definitely cheer and eat everything he says!
In the coffee shop, Fu Jingxing found out with a dark face that his unreliable little milk baby had lost contact...

He waited for about ten more minutes, but couldn't wait any longer, and was about to walk out of the coffee shop and go directly to find his wife and children.

Although this way of appearance is very cheap, there is a feeling of worthlessness and desolation, but it is better than waiting anxiously!
Talent stood up from the coffee shop, the phone rang suddenly, and the bodyguard's lowered voice came out.

"Mr. Fu, Madam brought the young master out! They are walking in the direction where you are..."

Fu Jingxing immediately cut off the phone, turned off the phone to a black screen, used it as a mirror, checked his face, adjusted a gentle and natural expression, and sat back by the window again.

This cafe has been booked by him, and he is the only one in the empty cafe at this time, passers-by from the window just need to look over slightly, and they can appreciate his charming and impeccable profile.

The foreign language book was back in his hands, and he sat quietly with the book in a concave shape, waiting for his little milk boy and his wife to come and meet him by chance.

The little milk boy finally lived up to his expectations this time, and pointed in the direction of his father.

"Mom, I'm thirsty and want to drink water."

Li Jingman glanced towards the coffee shop, hurriedly passed the store's signboard, and when he looked away, he noticed the man by the window and paused slightly.

With just one glance, her heart suddenly seemed to be covered by an airtight bag, so stuffy that she could hardly breathe.

An ominous feeling enveloped her whole body, making her instinctively resist walking towards that coffee shop.

"What would you like to drink piously?"

She didn't move her feet, and lowered her head to ask the little milk baby.

The little milkman blinked: "I want to drink orange juice."

Li Jingman heaved a sigh of relief.

"That's a coffee shop. It doesn't sell orange juice. Mom will squeeze orange juice for you when you get home, okay?"

Ah, this?
But Dad is waiting there.

The little milk boy looked at the figure of Fu Jingxing in the distance tangled up, blinking his eyes wide and lost in thought.

On one side is the orange juice squeezed by my mother, and on the other side is my father...

(End of this chapter)