"Xiaobao, co here." Xiao Qing waved to her.
"No, Xiaobao wants to play with handso daddy. Mommy, you go cook, we are all hungry."
Xiao Qing: "..."
It’s said that daughters are like intimate little cotton-padded jackets, and she believed that until today. Now, this little cotton-padded jacket isn’t warming her heart, but rather hurting it.
She looked deeply at Xiaobao, then silently turned and walked into the kitchen.
In the living room, Xiaobao pulled Lu Jinyang to the sofa to sit down, then she climbed up on him, staring into his eyes, "Can you see with your eyes today too?"
"Yes, from now on, I can see."
Xiaobao grinned and giggled for a long while. Suddenly, she stood up, took Lu Jinyang’s hand, and led him to her room, "Handso daddy, I’m going to show you my room, I share it with my brother."
In the room, Dabao heard footsteps getting closer and repeatedly rolled his eyes displeasedly.
Xiaobao walked in and pointed to her bed, "This is my bed, and that one is my brother’s." Then she ran over to Dabao, pulled open her little vanity’s cabinet doors, and took out all her cherished Barbie dolls, leaving Dabao feeling quite dismayed.
Normally, if he even looked once more at these things, Xiaobao would be unwilling to share, but now she’s willing to show them all?
Lu Jinyang stood at the door, watching Xiaobao’s actions with a smile. When she looked at him, he nodded in acknowledgnt.
"Xiaobao, you forgot again. Mommy has said that girls shouldn’t let boys into their room easily," remarked Dabao with seriousness.
"Brother, you are a boy too, yet you sleep in the sa room as ," she retorted.
Dabao felt displeased internally, he is her real brother, how could that compare to a stranger? So, he said, "We were together in mommy’s tummy even before being born."
Lu Jinyang raised an eyebrow in surprise, looking at Dabao with pride. That’s his son for you, rarely speaks but when he does, he impresses.
Looking at Xiaobao again, she agreed with Dabao’s words, "Right! But, he’s my handso daddy, not a stranger."
Dabao felt defeated, "But he’s not daddy."
Lu Jinyang remained silent, watching the siblings arguing back and forth, neither willing to back down. Xiaobao was diverted by Dabao and had already completely forgotten her original purpose for entering the room.
About half an hour later, Xiao Qing’s voice ca from the kitchen, "Dabao, Xiaobao, go wash your hands and get ready for dinner."
Seeing the two children obediently go to wash, Lu Jinyang walked towards the kitchen.
Xiao Qing, hearing the footsteps and thinking it was Dabao coming to help her with the dishes, didn’t look back, "Dabao, take a few sets of chopsticks out, mommy doesn’t need your help with the dishes today."
Then, as soon as the words fell, Xiao Qing felt enveloped in a strong masculine scent and imdiately held her breath.
She rembered this scent, the sa as that of the man who had held her last ti. Annoyed internally, she had not heard the man’s voice all this ti and thought he had already left.
"Mr. Lu, you..." Xiao Qing began but stopped midway. Because she saw the man’s hand reach around from behind her, pick up a plate of food, and then leave.
She felt embarrassed.
Fortunately, she was facing away from Lu Jinyang, which spared her further embarrassnt.
Thinking Lu Jinyang would continue helping, she moved the dishes aside to prevent another awkward mont, but when the last dish was ready, she didn’t see him co again.
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