Mr. He’s Daily Affections

The little guy nestled in his arms and nodded obediently: "Okay, Dad."

This "daddy" sounds extremely natural, and it is most suitable for the scene at hand.

This little guy is quite clever. He Jingyao glanced at him and saw that he was still awake.

This way, it is more credible.

He couldn't help smiling, walked into the restaurant and put him on the chair.

On the other side, He Yirong catches up like a dream, and wakes up: "Boy, please tell me what's going on!"

"You already have grandchildren, that's what happened." He Jingyao looked at He Yirong and smiled slightly, "And the child's mother is Zhi Xi, right, Xiaobao?"

With that, he gave the little guy a meaningful look.

Xiaobao's eyes widened and she didn't respond...

Dad knew everything?

When did dad know?

This is not what he revealed...Mum can't blame him...

Thinking of this, the little guy nodded with a smile: "Yes."

He Jingyao gave him an admiring look.

"You..." He Yirong stared at the child's small face and lost his soul. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's too late." He Jingyao smiled leisurely, "Do you feel relieved now?"

He Yirong sat down beside the little guy and stared at him.

Xiao Bao gave him a big smile.

He felt a little dizzy, and turned his eyes to He Jingyao, his eyes full of doubts: "Are you really not covered by me?"

"How do I cover you?" He Jingyao smiled faintly. "I don't know that you will come over today. It is even less possible to raise a child for this purpose. Do you think that I will do such a thing?"

He Yirong seemed to be persuaded. He rubbed his eyebrows, and his mood was complicated.

Just when he was worried that the kid would have no heirs, he took out a three or four-year-old child.

"...What about that woman?" He Yirong took a deep breath. "Is she really the child's mother?"

"Otherwise, who do you think can give me a baby?" He Jingyao glanced at him lightly.

He Yirong black face: "Since this, what about her? When the mother brought the child to you?"

"I didn't say that, people are not happy to marry me now." He Jingyao picked up the knife and fork, and jokingly said, "You pray that I will chase the child's mother back soon."

"Just her? What about the president's daughter? Besides, Cheng Youlin has stepped down now! What kind of Joe is she holding!" He Yirong sneered.

He didn't want to see Su Zhixi before, let alone now. If the child was really born by Su Zhixi, then it’s okay, but He Yirong doesn’t think it’s that simple.

He always felt that He Jingyao was talking about him again, and this kid was not the first to do such a thing!

He thought darkly.

"Yes, she is indeed not the daughter of Mr. President, but the daughter of Grand Duke Leslie in Country S." He Jingyao said as he pushed the milk to Xiaobao.

He Yirong's expression cracked again.

"Mr. President for a while, Grand Duke Leslie, and Su Guoan." He took a deep breath. "How many dads does she have?"

"This is not important." He Jingyao smiled faintly. "The important thing is that she is Xiaobao's mother, right?"

Xiaobao responded loudly: "Yes!"