Dressed as a paranoid Lord Qin's rival

Chapter 33

Seeing Yunheng, the expression on the little guy's exquisitely carved face suddenly changed from indifference to surprise.

"Mommy!" Yun Putao rushed towards her like a small cannonball.

Yun Heng calmly stretched out his hand to hold the little guy's head, and Yun Putao, who opened his arms to hug, stopped halfway like this.

Yun Putao looked up in a daze: "??"

"It's enough for me to lame one leg." Yun Heng lifted the gauze-wrapped leg to show his son.

Yun Putao approached, and could vaguely smell the medicine: "Hmph, you are so ugly."

Yunheng leaned over and pinched his son's face: "Don't dislike your mommy's craftsmanship."

"Oh." Yun Putao put on her little slippers, and walked back to the living room holding Yun Heng's hand.

Yun Heng lay on the sofa, commanding his son to help her throw away the apple core with peace of mind.

"What do you want for dinner?"

Yun Putao was moving a stool and standing on it, pasting the little red flower that the teacher rewarded him today on the wall that Yun Heng vacated for him.

Hearing Yun Heng's question, he replied childishly: "Eat hamburgers!"

Yunheng: "Eat fresh shrimp wontons, right?"

Yun Putao jumped off the stool, ran over, approached Yun Heng's ear and repeated: "I want to eat a hamburger."

"Okay, order another fried dumpling."

Cloud Grape: "..."

His mommy ignored him again.

Looking up, I saw the little guy pouted with an unhappy look on his face.

Yun Heng put down his phone, hugged his son on his lap, and commented: "Yun Putao, you should lose weight."

In a few years.

She couldn't hold the little guy anymore.

"I'm not fat." In order to prove that he didn't gain weight, the little guy rolled up his sleeves, revealing his white and tender arms.

Yun Heng grabbed his son's hand and took a bite on his thin white wrist: "It smells like milk."

Yun Putao snorted, "Brother Ku doesn't have a milk scent."

"You smell it yourself."

Yun Putao, who smelled the scent of milk on her body, sighed deeply: "I'm not Brother Cool anymore."

Yunheng: "Even Brother Ku, he still had to drink milk powder when he was young."

The little guy tilted his head: "Did Spiderman also drink milk powder when he was a child?"

"Children all over the world must drink milk powder."

Yun Putao corrected her, "I'm Brother Ku."

It's not a child.

Yunheng let out a heck, and beat his son cruelly: "Brother Ku was still wearing diapers until he was three years old."

Cloud Grape: "!!"

Today is also the day when I suspect that I am not my own.

In order to satisfy his son's craving for hamburgers, Yunheng bought the little guy a meat clip when ordering takeaway.

Cloud Grape: "..."

Yun Heng glanced sideways at his son lazily, and said unhurriedly, "Is there any difference between Roujiamo and hamburger?"

Yun Putao frowned beautifully, and thought for a while: "There is no lettuce in Roujiamo."

"It's in the refrigerator, I'll add it to you later."

"No ketchup either."

"It's in the kitchen, wipe it on yourself."

"..."

After dinner, Yunheng took his son's schoolbag and found that it was filled with all kinds of snacks.

"A disaster." Just like his own father.

Yun Putao, who was kneeling on the carpet and doing puzzles, heard her muttering, and raised her head to look at Yun Heng suspiciously.

Yun Heng: "Do you remember who gave it to you?"

Yun Putao nodded: "I remember."

"Tomorrow I will buy the same one and give it back to the little girl." Yunheng put the snacks into the snack box beside him, and told his son, "If you don't like people, you can't accept gifts from others."

Yun Putao curled her lips and muttered in a low voice, "I confiscated it, they secretly stuffed it in while I was taking a nap."

"Steal it? Then how do you know who sent it?"

"They told me."

Yunheng: "..."

(End of this chapter)