Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

When Lu Ze stood in front of his and Fu Xuan's house again, his mood was completely different from yesterday.

He stood at the door, but didn't rush to open it.

"Yaoyao, remember to greet people when you see them later." Lu Ze tidied a strand of his daughter's hair that had been ruffled by the wind. "Call her 'Fu Xuan's Mom,' okay?"

"Yaoyao will remember."

The little girl was looking down, intently playing with the small bottle that the big black tower had given her.

Hearing her father speak to her, she looked up, her eyes crinkling into a sweet smile.

"Be good once you're inside, don't be naughty." Lu Ze thought for a moment, then added, "Your mother, Fu Xuan, doesn't like unruly children."

"Yaoyao is very well-behaved!" The little girl patted her chest to assure her.

Lu Ze was still worried and gave a few more instructions.

"Speak less and nod more," "Say thank you when your mother gives you something," "Don't rummage through her things"...

Click.

The door opened from the inside.

Fu Xuan stood at the door, staring at him with wide, almond-shaped eyes.

"How much longer are you going to stand at the door?"

Lu Ze froze.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Uh... Fu Xuan, what are you doing at home?"

"Can't I leave work early?" Fu Xuan glared at him irritably.

In order to make a good impression on the child, she left the Bureau of Apostles early, which was unprecedented for her.

When Qingque saw her leave work on time, she looked like she'd seen a ghost.

"Okay, okay, of course." Lu Ze nodded hurriedly.

Fu Xuan didn't pursue the matter of him gossiping about him at the door any further. His gaze fell on the little girl in his arms who was curiously looking at him.

Her expression softened, and her tone became slightly tentative: "Are you Lu Yao?"

"Yes! Yao Yao is Lu Yao!"

The little girl nodded vigorously, then tilted her head, her bright eyes sizing up the beautiful woman in front of her.

"Are you Fu Xuan's mother?"

When the title "Fu Xuan's mother" came out of a child's mouth, Fu Xuan's heart trembled slightly.

She had been a fortune teller for half her life, but becoming a mother was a first for her.

She responded softly, "It's me."

She paused, then awkwardly reached out, trying to pull Lu Yao from Lu Ze's arms.

The little girl wasn't shy at all; she pounced on her as she was pulled along, obediently letting her hold her without crying or fussing.

Fu Xuan looked down at the soft little guy in his arms, and for a moment he was at a loss.

However, Lu Yao was quiet and well-behaved, which quickly put Lu Yao at ease.

"This child is so well-behaved, unlike her father who is so unruly."

Fu Xuan looked up and gave Lu Ze a look that said, "You should learn from this."

Lu Ze felt a little embarrassed by what she said, so he could only cough twice and quickly change the subject.

"Let's not stand at the door, let's go inside and talk."

He put his arm around Fu Xuan's shoulder and pushed her into the house.

Fu Xuan didn't break free, carried Lu Yao into the house, and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Lu Yao sat on her lap, not at all shy, her little hands curiously touching the patterns on Fu Xuan's sleeves.

Fu Xuan looked down at her, and the more he looked, the more he felt that this little girl was exquisite and cute. Her eyebrows and eyes had the outline of Lu Ze, as well as the shadow of another person.

"How did your father and...your mother live when they were over there?" Fu Xuan asked softly.

"Mom and Dad have made so many fun things for Yaoyao over there! Dad cooks for Yaoyao every day, and Mom teaches Yaoyao how to play games..."

Lu Yao, without any hesitation, started calling Fu Xuan's mother this and Fu Xuan's mother that, and chattered about some details of her life with Lu Ze and Silver Wolf in the virtual world.

When the conversation turned to something amusing, Fu Xuan couldn't help but smile.

Lu Ze stood aside and watched the two people, one big and one small, talking back and forth on the sofa. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

He took the apron hanging behind the door, tied it neatly, and went into the kitchen.

He opened the refrigerator, and the vegetables were the same ones he had bought yesterday.

But at this moment, his purpose in cooking was completely different.