A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

On the table, the phone that had been in silent mode suddenly lit up.

On the screen, a familiar nickname came into view.

—Little Wildcat.

She will take the initiative to call him?

Lu Yan withdrew from her contemplation, and her eyes fell on the screen.

But at this time, the assistant called him.

"It's nothing, you go to eat first!"

After gesturing, Lu Yan dismissed the assistant and answered the phone.

"Hey?"

On the other end of the phone, no one answered.

There was only a shallow, almost imperceptible breath.

If it's someone else, maybe they won't be able to hear it.

But with Lu Yan's unusually keen ear, it was enough to catch an unusual detail from the rhythm of the breath at the moment when the other party was silent.

thump - thump -

At that moment, the frequency of the heartbeat changed slightly.

Lu Yan's fingertips inadvertently drew a circle on the document in front of her, slightly pursed her lips but unconsciously evoked a touch of rare tenderness, instantly softening every line of her face.

"Quiet, is that you?"

He tentatively asked, but the other party's response was still the silent breathing.

But if you listen carefully, you will find that this breathing is a little faster than before.

"Quiet, don't worry. Tell Dad first, you call Dad, do you miss Dad, or do you have anything to say to Dad?"

For the sudden call from Mengbao Jingjing, Lu Yan really did not expect that even after that moment of astonishment, there was a little surprise that was hard to express in words.

But he knew that Jingjing was not good at communicating anymore, so he used all his patience to induce the child to speak and communicate with him.

"dad……"

On the other side of the phone, quietly hid in a quiet corner, holding Bao Jinghan's left phone in his hand.

The pink and thin lips are slightly pouting.

Whispering, he gently spit out one of his favorite names.

"Yes, it's Dad!"

The mellow voice responded calmly.

It fell into Mengbao's quiet ear, but it seemed like a reassurance, which made him slightly relax his fingers holding the phone tightly.

"Dad! Think...quietly...think..."

I was encouraged to express my thoughts quietly and directly.

"Jing Jing misses Dad?"

"……Um."

"My dear, Dad wants to be quiet too."

"..."

Dad misses him too?

She frowned slightly, pursed her mouth quietly, and tightly clenched her pink fists.

For a moment, he didn't know how to express it, and he didn't answer for a long time.

But there was no silence, Lu Yan even opened his mouth to induce Mengbao to continue communicating.

"Jingjing, did Mommy ask you to call Dad?"

"...No," Jing Jing on the other end of the phone shook her cute little head, muttered for a while, and then jumped out two words with some difficulty from between her lips: "Phone...myself..."

To communicate with Jing Jing, in addition to patience, you must also have sufficient tacit understanding.

And Lu Yan and this child have a kind of understanding that seems to be connected to each other, and they clearly found the meaning that Jing Jing wanted to express from these two words.

"Jing Jing is so smart, she actually called her father by herself! That's amazing!"

The cute baby who was praised bit his lip: "Lu... Yan... Dad? Dad!"

Slightly startled, Lu Yan quickly understood.

This little guy wanted to say that he found the name Lu Yan from his mobile phone, and then called him!