Hidden husband, a little sweet

Chapter 275

During the meeting, Yan Shengrui was absent-minded.

From time to time, he stared in the direction of the door. If something happened, the assistant would definitely come to him. Does it mean that nothing happened?

The office scene at this point suggests, of course not.

"Hey, I like this little bottle, shall we use it to fill water for fun?"

Mu Mu stared at the exquisite vase with bright eyes.

The assistant's face twitched violently. It was a vase imported from abroad. It was priceless. Use it to hold water for fun?
Will the boss kill him?

He wanted to stop it, but the little Mumu had already run to the bathroom with his arms in his arms.

The assistant couldn't stop her, and she was afraid that the little guy would cry. He would really be finished by then, so she had to let her go.

then.

When Yan Shengrui finished the meeting early and opened the door of the office, he saw a mess inside.Mu Mu's unfinished cake was wiped everywhere.

It doesn't take a second to figure out who did it.

At this time, the sound of something breaking came from the bathroom, Yan Shengrui's face darkened, and he strode in.

I saw my daughter standing on the pool and being held by the assistant, and there were fragments of vases on the ground.Seeing the fineness of the vase, his face turned dark again.

"Chen Dong!" Chen Dong was the assistant's name.

Yan Shengrui seldom yelled, and this situation is enough to show how angry Yan Shengrui is.

Hearing Yan Shengrui's voice, the assistant and the little guy turned around.

Chen Dong's expression changed, "Boss Yan, you're done!"

It's a good thing for him to ignore Yan Shengrui's expression, because at least he doesn't have to look at the baby anymore.

Seeing Yan Shengrui's black face, Mu Mu behaved a little bit, because this is often used by mommy.

The child who did something wrong was very good at distinguishing the face of adults, looked at Yan Shengrui, and stretched out his chubby little arms.

"Uncle, hug..." The tone was coquettish.

Sure enough, Yan Shengrui's eyes softened instantly, and he took the little guy from the assistant's hand.

But when he touched Mu Mu's wet clothes, his expression returned.

"Who let you play in the water, huh?"

He frowned, and although his voice had no temperature, it was like when he was angry.

Mu Mu's little finger lightly poked Yan Shengrui's arm.

Poor eyes seemed to say, I was wrong, please forgive me!
Seeing this, Yan Shengrui finally felt the helplessness deeply, and glanced at the assistant.

"Go and find some children's clothes."

When the assistant heard the words, he left quickly as if he had received an amnesty, as if he would be lingering if he slowed down.

After a while, on the bed where Yan Shengrui was resting, little friend Mu Mu was shaking her two fat, white legs with a smile on her face.And Yan Shengrui, who was changing her clothes, couldn't laugh anymore.

Why are children's clothes so difficult to wear?

Mu Mu watched Yan Shengrui fiddle with it, and she was very cooperative, but she didn't know the pros and cons of the clothes.

"Uncle, why did you tell that aunt that I am your daughter?"

The little guy seemed to have remembered something, and his little face was full of doubts.

She wanted to ask a long time ago, but she always forgot, now that her uncle is helping her dress, it can't be done for a long time, it's a bit boring.

Hearing this, Yan Shengrui's hands froze.

"Don't you want to be your uncle's daughter?"

The word "uncle" sounds so harsh, it seems that we have to find a way to make the little guy change his words.

When Mu Mu heard this, she shook her head, "No, but Mu Mu already has parents, so there can't be many."

Yan Shengrui's face darkened immediately, and he pulled the little guy's clothes back up.

Straighten her small body.

He said earnestly, "Your mother told you that Gao Ziliang belonged to your father?"

No one knows how he felt when he said this sentence.

Mu Mu looked at Yan Shengrui's ugly face, then shook her head again.

"Zi Liu's father is only Zi Liu's father."

In fact, the little guy is only three years old, how can he know this, the only thing he knows is that mom and dad can sleep together, but Ziling's dad didn't sleep with mommy.

So the kindergarten children once said that it is not a father.

Anyway, she was confused.

Yan Shengrui looked at the tangled expression on the little guy's face, and sighed slightly in his heart, no matter what, don't rush this moment.I believe that you will soon hear the little guy calling daddy.

night.

Yan Shengrui thought about it, and finally decided to take Mumu back to Xinyuan, where she hadn't been back for a long time.

That was when I lived with Zhang Hanhan.

He has always been cleaned by others. Although this place was once reluctant to set foot, the situation is different now. He wants the little guy to smell the familiar atmosphere.

"Uncle, is this your home?"

The little guy just entered the door and couldn't help asking.

Yan Shengrui knelt down and rubbed the top of the little guy's head with a doting look on his face.

"Well, it will be your home from now on."

Hearing this, Mu Mu happily kissed him on the cheek.

"I like this house, the color is warm, and it looks better than that aunt's house today."

Yan Shengrui couldn't laugh or cry, that aunt's house?In fact, he really wanted to correct her that it was also her home, and it belonged to her.But thinking about it in a blink of an eye, it seems that this is not necessary.

Originally thought that everything would go smoothly, but it was after taking a bath for the little guy.

Mu Mu was already extremely sleepy, but she was calling "Mommy".

Yan Shengrui frowned, and gently covered her with the quilt, staring at this similar face, feeling agitated in his heart.

Cautiously went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, originally I was a bit addicted to it, but I didn't commit it today, I felt a wry smile when I thought about it.

"Boom!"

The originally good weather began to rain lightly, accompanied by thunder.

Yan Shengrui frowned, and immediately extinguished the cigarette in his hand and walked to the room.

"Mommy, the baby is afraid, Mommy..."

It was Mu Mu's voice, coming from under the quilt.

Hearing the helpless voice, Yan Shengrui's heart ached.

"Baby!"

He hurried over to dig the little guy out of the quilt, hugged him and coaxed him.

Maybe it was because the chill outside hadn't dissipated yet, but the little guy arched in his arms, his voice full of weeping.

"Baby wants Mommy, wants Mommy!"

heard the words.Yan Shengrui didn't know what to do.

The big hand patted Mu Mu's back lightly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Dad will protect you."

Because I was anxious, I forgot for a moment that he was not Mu Mu's "father" yet.

And Mu Mu noticed it, and when she heard the word father, she looked up at Yan Shengrui, as if she was confirming something.

"You're not dad, dad doesn't want Mumu anymore."

Yan Shengrui thought she was talking about Gao Ziliang, so he patted her hand lightly and paused.

"Father won't let Mumu go, don't be afraid, huh?"

Now his voice is as gentle as water, and he is completely different from the domineering and indifferent helm of the Yan family.

Maybe this sentence played a role, and the little Mumu stopped crying.

Gradually, the sound of even breathing came from Yan Shengrui's arms, and the furry nestled in his arms, as if it was the whole world.

With the help of the dim light, seeing the tears on the little face, his eyes changed.

Fingers stroked lightly.

"Zhang Hanhan, the most correct thing you have done in the past three years is to keep our baby."

Perhaps, for this, he can let go of the past?

Thinking of this, the eyebrows slightly stretched.

After hugging like this for a long time, he gently put the little guy back on the bed.

Looking at the little guy who was sleeping soundly, a bit of distress flashed in his heart, and finally he got up and went to the bathroom to find a wet handkerchief, and gently wiped away the little guy's tears.

Then, the thunder stopped, but Yan Shengrui didn't dare to go to sleep, fearing that all this would be fleeting.

It's hard to get, how dare you let it go at will.

(End of this chapter)