Hidden marriage wife, wild turn

Chapter 478 Father and Son

"Are you going to sleep with Dad?" Fu Sicheng asked uncertainly, not daring to imagine that the child would be willing to be so close to him.

The little guy didn't say anything, but his expression said it all.

Looking at the shy and cute little guy, Fu Sicheng was so pleasantly surprised that he quickly put down the sandwich in his hand and the two grapes he had been holding for [-] minutes, suppressed his inner excitement, and hurriedly said, "Daddy hugs you!" go to sleep."

Pick up the child to the bed and put it down, carefully take off his shoes: "Daddy take off your shoes."

The little guy stared at Fu Sicheng intently, fascinated.

When Fu Sicheng took off his shoes for him and wanted to hug him to lie down, he came back to his senses, then hurriedly put his pillow next to Fu Sicheng's pillow, and lay down obediently.

Fu Sicheng smiled and lay down, but the little guy turned over and sat up again the next second, looking at him.

"What's wrong?" Fu Sicheng followed.

The little guy pointed to the milk and sandwiches on the table.

It turned out to be for him to eat.

"Okay, I'll go to bed after daddy eats." He took the things and sat on the side of the bed and opened them: "I'll sleep with you when daddy finishes eating."

Thinking of the fact that this camp is full of rough men, this sandwich is not enough, so I probably won't buy it, and it's even more impossible to drink this milk.

Fu Sicheng couldn't help asking: "Did you give your snacks to Dad?"

The little guy nodded.

"Dad must finish eating all of it." Today is definitely the happiest day for Fu Sicheng in the past three years.

He never dreamed that he would have a child with Song Rao, such a cute child.

Looking at Fu Sicheng who was eating, the little guy pursed his lips and smiled slightly, moved his little butt quietly, and moved closer to Fu Sicheng, thinking that Fu Sicheng hadn't noticed.

Fu Sicheng brought the half-eaten sandwich to the little guy's mouth, and asked him if he wanted to eat, the little guy took a small bite.

"Is it delicious?" Fu Sicheng asked.

The little guy nodded.

Fu Sicheng hugged the little guy to his lap: "Let's eat together."

Father and son, you take a sip and I take a sip, drink the milk separately, and each of you has a grape.The family affection that flows in the blood, even if they have never met, will never be separated.

After eating, the father and son lay down again.The little guy looked at his father who was close at hand, and looked at the roof in embarrassment, with a pair of black eyes rolling around.

Fu Sicheng looked lovingly at the little guy's soft, white and tender face.

"Do you know that I am father, even if mother doesn't tell you?" Fu Sicheng asked.

The little guy looked back at his father and nodded his head seriously.

Fu Sicheng couldn't help but kiss the child's forehead, and found a problem: "Son, why don't you talk?"

"Can't you say it?" It shouldn't be. Although some children are late in speaking, it shouldn't be too late to say it until they are two years old. But until now, let alone simple and basic things, he has not even said anything. I heard this kid was out.

is there any reason?Will not have any problems?

"Can you speak?" Fu Sicheng asked worriedly.

The little guy nodded affirmatively.

Fu Sicheng was relieved, as long as the child is fine.

"Then why didn't you tell Dad?"

"..."

"What's your name?"

"..."

"What does mom usually call you?"

This time the little guy moved his mouth, Fu Sicheng thought he was about to speak, so he listened carefully, breathing lightly, but in the end there was still nothing, and the little guy pursed his mouth again.

"Is it because I don't know Dad well enough, so I don't want to tell Dad? It's because Dad is not good. Dad is sorry for you."

The little guy kept his eyes on Fu Sicheng, and he seemed to feel Fu Sicheng's loss, sadness and guilt, so he thought of something, got up again, walked to the end of the bed, and walked around Fu Sicheng's legs to the side of the bed Sitting down, he looked at Fu Sicheng, who followed him, and pointed his little finger at his shoes on the ground.

(End of this chapter)