The villain's group favorite little cub

Chapter 390 Dad’s taste is the taste of home

"How did you play? Tell me." Yu Jinxiao did not rush to a conclusion and guided Yu Yuanyuan to explain the situation of the play just now.

If Xiao Zaizai's description is correct, then the twins really didn't bully her.

But how can a naughty kid with bad deeds get better when he gets better?

If bad people can become good so easily, why would we need laws?

"What's wrong, Dad?" Zaizai, who still felt that his father didn't look very good, became nervous again, "Did Yuanyuan do something wrong?"

Yu Jinxiao looked at Xiao Tangyuan's submissive look and wondered if he was really so scary?

Not only did he look a little ugly, but he actually frightened her into thinking that she had made a mistake and immediately apologized.

"Come here," Yu Jinxiao waved, holding the obedient little Zaizai on his lap and sitting down, "You apologized just now but you don't know what you did wrong, right?"

"Yuanyuan thought she had done something wrong, but Yuanyuan didn't say anything." Zaizai said weakly, lowering his head and playing with his fingers.

Yu Jinxiao patted her daughter on the shoulder and softened her voice: "Yuanyuan, remember, if you want to apologize, you must clearly know what you did wrong before you apologize. If you don't know anything, just apologize. To you,

To others, it is meaningless."

"Yuanyuan understands." Although he seemed to understand, the little Zaizai nodded obediently.

Thinking of the laughter and laughter he saw upstairs just now, Yu Jinxiao raised his eyebrows and asked a curious question: "Can you tell who the twins are?"

"Okay," Xiao Zaizai shook his head and said firmly, "Brother Yunqing and Brother Yunlan have different smells."

Yu Jinxiao was curious about her method of identification: "You distinguished it by smell?"

"Yeah, everyone has their own smell, it's different." The little Zaizai, nestled in his father's arms, lazily leaned against the generous and secure chest, and the small ball touched the air.

Touching the softest place in Yu Jinxiao's heart.

He thought of something and poked his little head with his finger: "Then what do I smell like?"

What does cologne smell like?

Tasteless?

Otherwise...a bad smell?

Yu Jinxiao imagined various answers in his mind. The more he guessed, the more he wanted to know the answer in Xiao Zaizai's heart.

The little round lump moved in his arms, and he absentmindedly played with his fingers: "The taste of plucking is different from everyone else's."

"What's that smell?" Yu Jinxiao frowned, having a bad premonition.

Could it be an unusual smell?

"The smell of Baba...is the smell of home! Yuanyuan will feel at ease when she smells it!" Xiao Zaizai's voice became smaller and smaller, until finally it was so thin that it seemed as if it was squeezed out from the cracks in his throat.

The smell of home?

What does home smell like?

For Yu Yuanyuan, could it be the taste of food?

He was about to ask clearly, but there was a noisy breathing sound in his arms. The little Zai Zai who was answering the question a second ago had fallen asleep in his arms.

Yu Jinxiao: "..." If the ability to fall asleep could be given to others, there would be fewer sad people with insomnia in the world.

The breathing in his arms rose and fell evenly, and his little face pressed against his arm, squeezed into a soft glutinous rice cake.

The small body leaned trustingly in his arms, a round and small piece... Yu Jinxiao could see a swaddled baby in a trance.

(End of chapter)