Mr. He’s Daily Affections

He Yirong frowned for a long time.

He turned his eyes to the little boy again and pointed to He Jingyao and asked, "Is he really your father?"

"Yeah." Xiao Bao said with a smile. "Dad still took me to bed with me at night and told me the bedtime story."

...A child of three or four years old, if he lied, there would be no trace of it.

He Yirong didn't see any clues after watching it for a long time, not to mention that the child was really exquisite and lovely, let's say it was the blood of their He family... He Yirong couldn't really refuse.

He touched the little guy's head and stood up and glanced at He Jingyao: "You come with me."

Having finished speaking, he walked out of the restaurant.

He Jingyao put down the knife and fork, and told Xiaobao to continue eating, and then stood up.

Outside the restaurant, He Yirong was still full of gloom, and he didn't look good when he saw He Jingyao.

"Did you lie to me?" He Yirong stared at him, "Is this child really yours?"

He Jingyao's eyes flashed, and then he chuckled: "Otherwise?"

He Yirong exhaled deeply: "Jingyao, you have had a big idea since you were a child...you have to do surgery, and then you can take back Su Zhixi's woman, I don't care about you, but one thing, you You must have a child of your own. Can you promise me?"

After talking, he stared closely at He Jingyao's eyes.

He Jingyao met his gaze, and finally hooked his lips: "Okay."

"Okay, then I believe you this time." He Yirong's expression eased. "However, I still need the results of the paternity test... Did you personally testify with this child? The woman walked for four years, Who knows if this kid is yours!"

"Father, please be careful." He Jingyao's eyes sank.

"Huh, anyway, I will see the result of the paternity test within three days." He Yirong said coldly, glancing at the restaurant.

The little guy was sitting in a chair, his two short legs dangling in the air, and He Yirong moved his fingers, a little regret that he just didn't hug the child...

Forget it, it's not necessarily their kind!

Thinking of this, he snorted coldly, turned and strode away.

He Jingyao watched his back and smiled irresponsibly.

He went back to the restaurant and saw that the little guy had run out of milk and finished the buns, and he touched his head with satisfaction: "Are you full?"

"Fulfilled." He chewed on the last bite of the bun. "Daddy, eat it quickly."

…And dad again, this little guy shouted smoothly.

"Okay, don't need to pretend anymore, he's gone." He Jingyao squeezed his face funny. "Just now it worked well."

"Ah?" Xiao Bao looked up blankly. "I didn't pretend, dad, what did you say?"

He Jingyao's hand twitched slightly, his eyes darkened.

"So, why are you calling my dad? Hmm?"

"Because..." Xiao Bao blinked, his eyes flustered.

There seemed to be something wrong... He scratched his head in confusion, and Xiao Naogua didn't figure out where the problem was.

He Jingyao's heart suddenly slammed, and a thought suddenly entered his mind, causing all his blood to boil.

He closed his eyes and calmed himself down. He picked up the little guy and went to the living room outside and put it on the sofa.

Xiaobao was so scared that her face was pale: "Why... what?"

He wouldn't call "Daddy" anymore.