Daddy, Mommy Is Not Available

Bo Yehan's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at him without saying anything.

He was very reticent at first, and he didn't say anything to eat and sleep. There was no other movement in the box except the occasional crisp sound of tableware touching.

Winter melon is indeed a little hungry.

In the morning, I took advantage of my uncle to go to work, but my uncle went out late today.

He pretended to sleep on the bed, but he was anxious in his heart.

When Qiao Zhinan finally went out, he quickly packed up, and with his previous experience, he rushed to Bo's.

Unexpectedly, the old fox was not there yet.

Winter melon delivered food to his mouth, and he was very serious about eating.

He was obviously a child, but he didn't get any **** in front of him. The dining etiquette was more perfect than some adults.

His small mouth was chewing, looking from the side, like a hamster holding food.

Bo Yehan didn't know when he stopped his chopsticks, and his eyes fell on him for a long time.

A bloodline of his own suddenly appeared in front of him, a fresh and hot life, the feeling that even he could not describe.

It was a mood that I had never experienced in more than 30 years. After the initial discomfort, what was left was unspeakable wonder.

His existential gaze kept pressing on the melon body, and even the people on the side noticed it, let alone melon.

The winter melon was eaten without anyone else, until he was seven minutes full, then slowly put down his chopsticks.

He took up a tissue and wiped his lips. The lips were shiny and shiny, making his lips red and white and more delicate.

His eyelashes are also very long, blinking like two brushes, a sparse shadow is reflected under his eyes.

At this moment, the glazed-stone-like eyes under the eyelashes were facing Bo Yehan's gaze. The deep blue of the pupils were hazy like autumn fog.

Han Xing had already noticed the strange sight of the father and son.

Although the two people have cool personalities, she feels as if they are not very close.

Feeling strange is not deceiving, but they are obviously father and son.

Han Xing's eyes were a bit obscure.

It seems that over the years, she has indeed missed a lot of things.

When the box was quiet, a burst of elegant music sounded, which appeared very melodious in the spacious box, and the melody was swirling.

It was Bo Yehan's cell phone ringing.

Bo Yehan took out his phone.

This voice is exclusively for Lu Xue, and she set it by herself while holding his mobile phone.

Because he didn't care about this kind of thing, he never changed it.

The name flashed on the screen, which was unusually bright.

Han Xing saw these surprises on his face at a glance: "Is it Lu Xue? Can I invite her to come with me? I really want to meet him."

Her voice fell, and her gaze caught wax gourd's face inadvertently.

However, there was no wave on his face.

Hearing Mommy's name, there is no response.

There was a little curiosity in Han Xing's eyes.

Bo Yehan didn't move, and glanced at the few people present, got up to the side and answered the phone.

"Brother Han." Lu Xue's voice was low and soft, and the feeling in the microphone was a little pale.

"Yeah." Bo Yehan replied softly, frowning and asked: "Uncomfortable?"

Lu Xue rarely called him during his working hours. She had always been sensible and considerate.

Lu Xue over there paused, chuckled, and her voice relaxed: "No, just want to ask, have you received your friend?"

After she finished speaking, as if she was afraid that Bo Yehan would think more about it, she added: "It's been a long time since I saw a friend who made you care so much, I was a little curious."

This sentence is somewhat similar to what Han Xing said just now.

Bo Yehan narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced back to the direction of Yan Hanxing.

She was looking in his direction eagerly, looking curious and expectant.

He withdrew his gaze, his voice was calm, and he couldn't hear any emotions: "Well, a sister who hasn't seen each other for a long time, is eating."

"Ah..." Lu Xue snorted slightly, embarrassingly: "Then am I disturbing you? I was just about to eat. I thought of you, so I called."

"Have not eat yet?"

"um hum."

Bo Yehan pressed her thin lips lightly, her eyes darkened a bit, and he said in a general tone: "It's not far away. Why don't you come here? I just have something to tell you."

Lu Xue's voice was silent for a long time, and when she spoke again, her voice became a little serious: "Okay, then you send me an address, I will be soon."

Bo Yehan responded and hung up the phone quickly.

Putting away the phone, he stood there for two seconds before returning to his previous seat.

The voice of winter melon sounded the moment he sat down, crisp, with a child-specific nasal voice: "I should go back."

Hearing this, Bo Yehan looked at him, pursing his lips lightly, "Are you full?"

Winter Melon did not speak and answered silently.

Bo Yehan glanced at the dinner plate in front of him and could tell that he had eaten a lot.

Thinking of the way he was chewing food seriously, his eyes softened a bit: "Where do you live?"

As soon as I said this, Han Xing's expression on the side was suddenly surprised: "Brother Han, doesn't he live with you little baby?"

When Winter Melon heard her name, he glanced at her.

Without answering her question, he looked at Bo Yehan again and said: "I don't want to tell you, I'm going back, thank you for lunch."

After speaking, he slid off the chair on his own.

The small schoolbag on his body has never been put down. He habitually held the schoolbag strap with his hand and walked directly in the direction of the box door.

Without taking two steps, he was picked up directly, and Bo Yehan fished him with a big hand, and directly fished him into his arms.

"Say thank you so politely, why don't you wait for others to finish talking? Huh?"

"Hmm!" Winter Melon was caught off guard by him, struggling immediately.

Looking at Bo Yehan with some anger, his small face turned red from his movements.

Bo Yehan controlled him with one hand, his eyes low, and the child in his arms was soft and fragile, as if he would shatter with a little effort.

His complexion was low and cold, but his movements were extremely gentle, to prevent the winter melon from falling, and he was worried that his movements would hurt himself.

"Do you still want to trade? Huh?" His low voice suddenly faintly spoke, his faint eyes enveloped the winter melon's face, not missing any of his expressions.

Winter melon stopped moving instantly.

Han Xing was at a loss for a while, and could not understand the development of the situation at all.

She looked at Xu Feng, Xu Fenggan laughed twice, and looked away, pretending not to understand.

Han Xing's eyes flickered, looking at Bo Yehan: "Brother Yehan, don't bully me and come back and don't know anything. I just had a meal now, I'm so confused."

Bo Yehan's eyes were faint, because the little guy in his arms had some imperceptible softness deep in his eyes.

Han Xing immediately felt that his mood was not bad, and he raised his lips and smiled: "Well, I don't intend to talk about it, what is going on with you and this little baby?"

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