How distressed must Hua Hua be to reveal his feelings on such a public platform like Weibo?
Fortunately, he hasn’t lost his senses to the point of naming nas!
Ling Yin was restless. This man, who handled countless affairs daily, rushed through his tasks in just half an hour, shedding his busy duties and imdiately boarding his private jet!
This might be an opportunity.
He always rembered those clear and stubborn eyes from his childhood. They were his lifelong obsession, filled with too much guilt and regret. So, when they t again after all these years, he recognized him at first glance.
Little Chu, Little Chu...
Mumbling his na between his lips and teeth, his eyes shone with determination, yet deep within, they harbored a layer of gloom. He murmured under his breath:
I won’t lose you again!
...
"Shaocheng, have so tea."
Chenxing handed the warm tea to Gu Shaocheng. He slowly withdrew his restless emotions, took the cup, and after two sips, felt an even stronger bitterness in his mouth. He couldn’t help but frown: "Why is it so bitter?"
"Bitter?" Chenxing took a sip herself and found it fine: "I’ll make you another cup."
"A bit lighter."
But she had already brewed it very lightly. He still found it too bitter to swallow, and even during breakfast afterward, nothing seed to whet his appetite.
Little Zun Zun and Little Sheng Sheng were chattering at the breakfast table about amusing kindergarten stories, but he only half-heartedly responded. When the two little ones put on their backpacks, Little Sheng Sheng ran back to Gu Shaocheng’s side, tugging at him and rarely pouting: "Daddy, can I learn to shoot?"
"Hmm?"
"Brother Wubai is learning to shoot, you know. I don’t want to be outdone by Brother Wubai. I want to learn too. Daddy, can I?"
Gu Shaocheng picked him up and placed him on his lap, "You’re still young. When you’re older, Daddy will teach you himself."
Sheng Sheng usually wasn’t like Zun Zun, making this demand and that, but he was a stubborn child. Once he had a thought, he wouldn’t give up. He slightly pouted and stood up from Gu Shaocheng’s lap, mimicking the height with his hands, shaking his little head: "Daddy, I’m as tall as you now. And I can’t be outdone by Brother Wubai, or you’ll... um, you won’t have face. Because tiger father... tiger father..."
Tiger father what?
Oh no, his mind just blanked!
When Uncle Baihao said it that day, he clearly morized it. What was it?
He raised his little chubby hand, tiptoeing desperately but couldn’t steady himself, his eyes kept rolling around. Gu Shaocheng couldn’t help but laugh, "Alright, ’a tiger father begets no weak sons,’ I’ll teach you and Zun Zun when I have ti."
Great, so it’s ’a tiger father begets no weak sons.’ Little Sheng Sheng gave him a loud kiss on the cheek, his eyes full of expectation: "Daddy, I won’t embarrass you."
"But only if you practice your calligraphy well."
"WHY?" Little Sheng Sheng sniffled; calligraphy was the most annoying!
Gu Shaocheng found it amusing, "It’s non-negotiable."
Little Sheng Sheng made a long face: "Deal!" For the sake of the gun, he’ll take on calligraphy!
Little Zun Zun snorted beside him: "Daddy, I want to learn horse riding, not shooting!"
"Horse riding is not possible, you’re too young. Wait a few more years to talk about it."
"Daddy only loves Sheng Sheng and not , hmph!" Little Zun Zun pouted, imdiately throwing himself into Chenxing’s arms, "Mommy, was I born with soone else? Don’t comfort , I know, I don’t look like Daddy at all."
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