Hidden marriage wife, wild turn

Chapter 476 Allergies Are Inherited

The father and son looked at each other for a while, and the little guy at the door was very shy and embarrassed to go in, until Fu Sicheng stood up and called him.The little guy just pushed the door open a little more, then walked in, stood there obediently, and continued to look at him.

Fu Sicheng was agitated in his heart, and wanted to rush over and hug the child, but he was afraid of scaring the child, so he sat back on the stool, bent down and extended his hand to the little guy.

"Come to Dad."

The little guy who got the invitation turned around and closed the door, walked over slowly, keeping his eyes on Fu Sicheng, walked a step away from Fu Sicheng, and stopped.

Fu Sicheng stretched out his hand and gently held the little guy.

The little guy didn't refuse, Fu Sicheng was very happy.

"Did mother ask you to come?" Fu Sicheng looked at the door, wondering if it was possible that Song Rao was outside.

The little guy shook his little head.

"That's why you wanted to see Dad, didn't you?"

The little guy pursed his lips and didn't answer.

"Let Dad hug you, okay?" Fu Sicheng slowly pulled him over, then bent down and hugged him.

Such a small person, whose body is as soft as cotton, can melt people in his arms.Fu Sicheng didn't dare to use force, for fear of hurting him.

Although the little guy was already two years old, Fu Sicheng didn't know his existence at all, and now he was in the mood of being a father for the first time. He couldn't help but pick up the child and put him on the table to sit down.

"Let Dad take a good look."

He couldn't hide his excitement, he held the little guy's face and kept looking at it, the more he looked, the more happy his face became.He looked at it for a long time, holding the little guy's little hand for a while, stroking the little guy's calf for a while, and stroking the little guy's head for a while.

In the end, I was so happy that I could only say one sentence: "It's so similar."

Really like him.

"Are you hungry? Have you eaten yet?" Fu Sicheng brought the untouched food from the table to the little guy: "Daddy, will you feed me?"

The three-year debt made him eager to make up for the child and get closer to the child. In addition, he didn't know how to chat with the child because he was a man of few words, so he could only ask the child if he was hungry.

But the little guy looked at the food and shook his head.

Fu Sicheng: "Have you eaten it? Or don't you like it?"

The little guy stretched out a little finger and pointed to the layer of chives on the grilled lamb chops, then raised his neck and scratched it with his little hands.

"This can't be eaten, it will itch if you eat it, will you be allergic?"

The little guy nodded.

Fu Sicheng restrained the excitement in his heart, and told the little guy with a smile: "Daddy can't eat green onions either, he's allergic."

The little guy's eyes brightened slightly.

"There are also eggs and tomatoes, and Dad can't eat them either."

The little guy's eyes became brighter, and there was a little expression on his little face.

Fu Sicheng asked, "Are you too? You can't eat any of them?"

The little guy nodded.

"It's because Dad can't eat, and it's passed on to you, so you can't eat like Dad." Fu Sicheng said.

The little guy doesn't know what inheritance is, but only understands the phrase "like daddy", and he can't eat like daddy.

The little guy suddenly stretched his calf, making a gesture to come down.

Fu Sicheng hugged him to the ground, and the little guy turned around after standing still, opened the door and walked out without looking back.

"Where are you going?" Fu Sicheng called him, trying to chase him back, but the person at the door stopped him.

Although Fu Sicheng was reluctant, he thought that the child should have come to him secretly. As expected, Song Rao couldn't see the child, so he would definitely be anxious, so he could only go back to the house.

"Isn't this child our eldest? How can it look so similar to the people here? I just heard him call himself father to the child. Whose child is it?"

In the camp, except for Qin Zhao and Lao Liu, everyone else always thought that the child belonged to Lian Sheng.

(End of this chapter)