Reborn Nine Zero Sweetheart Cub

Chapter 141 Moon, let’s kiss sometime

In the small fenced courtyard.

Everyone finally got together.

Fu Yanchi looked at Mr. Fu who was lying on the deck chair humming a song, and then at Yan Huai who was sitting on a pony with his long legs nowhere to rest, his eyes turned black.

He only found out about his daughter yesterday, and today the Yan and Fu families gathered together.

He came faster than his biological father.

Forget it, old man, it's close.

Fu Yanchi looked at Yanhuai and raised her forehead, "Dad, aren't you busy enough?"

Yan Huai was not used to being condescended to, so he stood up. Father and son were face to face. They were about the same height and matched their imposing manner.

Looking at his son whom he had not seen for many years, Yan Huai said quietly, "It's okay, I'm busy."

Fu Yanchi's head hurt even more.

His wife hasn't caught up with him yet, and his daughter hasn't called her dad yet. How can he tell a room full of people that he really doesn't want to be disturbed at this time?

After all, life is short and time is not that abundant.

Song Yueliang greeted the elders present one by one, with a proper attitude and a good sense of proportion.

Afterwards, he hugged Qiqi and retreated to the kitchen.

It was just after noon, so she compressed all the afternoon work into the morning and rushed back in time.

not yet eat.

The dumplings in the kitchen are just right to fill your stomach.

"Mom, uncle just taught me how to blow bubble gum. He didn't bully me." Qiqi served her mother dumplings, picked up chopsticks, and explained to her uncle in a low voice.

Song Yueliang pinched her daughter's cheeks, which were beginning to grow fleshy, "Okay, mom knows now."

"Mom, grandpa, grandparents and uncles suddenly came to our house this morning. Qiqi suddenly gained so many relatives." Qiqi said with a small mouth, habitually telling her mother about family affairs, and finally raised the question again.

Question, "But why hasn't my dad come yet, mom?"

Song Yueliang choked and almost got her throat stuck on the dumpling she had just eaten.

Her eyes drifted for a moment, and her fair ears were a little red, "Here you go, your father."

"Well, cough," he pointed randomly outside the kitchen, "it's him, Fu Yanchi."

"..." Qiqi's little mouth clicked and couldn't close.

Mother and daughter looked at each other, and Song Yueliang felt so guilty for the first time in her life.

If she had told her daughter earlier, maybe her daughter would not be so frightened?

"Why is it Uncle Fu?" The little boy's voice was trembling, with a little cry.

"..." Song Yueliang didn't know how to answer this question.

"Isn't dad supposed to be like Robin Hood?"

"What Robin Hood?"

"Cartoons shown at six o'clock, super powerful Robin Hood, a great hero who can fight many times..."

Song Yueliang, "..."

Heroes are impossible.

Your dad is a weakling, baby.

At this time, Fu Ruoji had no idea what was happening in the kitchen, and was still thinking about how to send away the large family in front of him.

"How are you doing?" Yan Huai asked, pointing to the little horse next to him.

"It's okay, I feel good lately." Fu Yanchi sat down.

"Hmm." The old man stood for a moment longer, looking down at his son before sitting down.

Fu Yanchi's mouth twitched slightly, his father liked to stand on a high place and look down on others.

To put it bluntly, it’s the damn desire to win.

After a few simple words, the two of them sat down and began to remain silent.

It seemed that suddenly there was nothing to say.

Yanhuai was accustomed to the image of a strict father in front of his sons. Even if he wanted to relax, he didn't know where to start.

After not seeing each other for more than five years, the greenness in the child's brows and eyes has long since disappeared, replaced by the maturity and calmness accumulated over time.

It's just that he's still as pale and thin as he remembers.

Sitting there, his expression was casual and indifferent. Even though I hadn't seen him for so many years, I didn't feel any excitement or surprise when I saw him after a long absence.

Be as calm as a stranger.

Yan Huai felt bitter in his heart. Perhaps in Ah Chi's eyes, he was indeed a stranger.

They are obviously father and son. The son is already twenty-seven years old this year, but the total time they have spent together is less than five years.

No wonder his son was unfamiliar with him, Yan Huai laughed at himself secretly.

Mr. Fu stopped humming, opened his eyes for a moment, glanced at the father and son who were relatively speechless, and closed his eyes again.

Meng Jingxian, who was accompanying him, was at a loss for this kind of situation. She wanted to smooth things over, but she didn't seem to have the qualifications to intervene.

Yan Xi simply didn't even enter the courtyard, and felt more comfortable staying outside.

Anyway, wherever Fu Yanchi is around, everyone will never see him.

There was a rumble of thunder, the sky was bright, and a shower was about to come.

"It's raining heavily, Grandpa, please come in quickly!" The little boy rushed out from the kitchen, urging them to go inside to take shelter from the rain, and rushed to the clothes drying pole under the eaves to collect the clothes.

Because he was too short to reach it, the child stepped directly onto the stool, staggered on his feet and pulled off his clothes.

Seeing this scene, everyone was so frightened that they didn't even bother to take shelter from the rain. They ran over one after another, hugging the baby and collecting their shirts.

Qi Qi was hugged unexpectedly and was so anxious that she kicked her short legs and said, "My mother-in-law's shoes have not been confiscated. They are under the eaves of the hall! There are also bamboo sieves! The stools and chairs have to be put in too! Oh, please let me down.

, I can help! ...Uncle, you are young and strong, you can move the bamboo chair! Little Mazha forgot to take grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa, you dropped your shoe!"

Qiqi frequently covers her face with her little hands, why are adults so worrying!

Song Yueliang originally wanted to help her daughter when she ran out, but when she saw the scene in the yard, her eyes flashed and she stopped.

Although she was in the kitchen, she did not miss the strange atmosphere in the yard.

Now because of Qiqi, that atmosphere has dissipated. Everyone is in a hurry, but there is a strange harmony.

Song Yueliang smiled and suddenly, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

She raised her eyes and saw a man in white clothes and black trousers walking through the rain curtain and coming to her.

His clothes and hair were soaked by the rain.

"What are you doing?" You know you are weak, but you still run around without taking shelter from the rain?

The man tilted his head, staring at her with his deep black eyes, and said with a faint smile, "My wife has fallen, I will carry her back."

Song Yueliang moved her fingertips, and a layer of crimson color spread quietly on the tips of her fair ears.

"Moon, I actually have something to ask you."

"What?" Song Yueliang forced herself to calm down.

"Look, cough, we have already given birth to a daughter, so I won't discuss the things you should do to my child. Now I only have one question left." The man leaned closer, and his clean and refreshing breath invaded silently, as if bewitching.

A murmur sounded in the woman's ears.

"Moon, is my first kiss still there?"

Song Yueliang's brain exploded, and the heat soared that his whole face turned red.

She endured her embarrassment and warned, "Fu Yanchi!"

The man chuckled softly and tenderly, "Moon, find a time, let's kiss."

(End of chapter)