"It's what dad wants to give you. You should give dad a chance." Gu Nian directly handed the little guy to Chu Zhaoyang.
The little guy's fair and tender face was as red as rouge.
The little guy's skin was incredibly white, and it's particularly noticeable when it turned red.
His dark eyes glanced at Chu Zhaoyang timidly, and immediately looked away with an arrogant look.
Chu Zhaoyang thought to himself, who did this guy follow? He was so awkward.
Wasn't it bad to act coquettishly?
Gu Nian secretly tugged at him, winked at him, and asked him to kiss him quickly.
Chu Zhaoyang lowered his head and looked at the little guy in his arms. He was a small person, so fragile.
Actually, the little guy had a lot of meat on his body, but to Chu Zhaoyang, it was nothing.
The little guy was soft, as if he had no bones, and it seemed that he could be broken with a little force.
His face was flushed, and he was already shy before he could do anything.
Chu Zhaoyang's eyes melted with a little tenderness, and he lowered his head and kissed the little guy's delicate cheek.
The little guy's face was as soft as tofu, and when he kissed it, it smelled like milk.
The moment he touched it, circles of ripples appeared in Chu Zhaoyang's heart, trembling endlessly.
This was his son who was connected by blood. It was as if he wanted to integrate the little guy into his bones and blood. He was indescribably moved in his heart and sore in his throat.
The little guy's face suddenly turned red after being kissed by his father.
His eyebrows just arched, and then they quickly stopped.
He...he was not so happy!
Ch Zhaoyang then said: "Little Millet Cake, good night."
"Only people close to me can call me Little Millet Cake." The little guy muttered stiffly.
Chu Zhaoyang looked at the little guy quietly, his dark eyes looking a little sad.
The little guy blushed again and muttered: "Dad... you can call me that!"
Chu Zhaoyang's lips were filled with smiles. The father and son pursed their lips together, wanting to laugh but holding back, but they had exactly the same expression.
The little guy's facial features look like a miniature version of Chu Zhaoyang's.
The father and son look alike when placed together like this.
Gu Licheng also stopped and did not go over to settle the score with Chu Zhaoyang.
Chu Zhaoyang nudged the little guy and said, "Then you also give daddy a good night kiss, okay?"
The little guy was holding the buttons of Chu Zhaoyang's shirt with his little hands, his face was red and he was a little shy.
He didn't know how to get along with his father yet.
Seeing that Chu Zhaoyang had lowered his head, the little guy quickly kissed Chu Zhaoyang on the face.
The feeling of kissing his father was different from that of kissing his mother.
Mother's skin was thinner and smoother, and it smelled sweet and smelled good.
But Dad's skin seemed to be harder and thicker, and there were stubble, which pricked his little mouth and itches.
It didn't hurt, it felt very strange.
Furthermore, his father's face also had a scent, which was not as sweet as my mother's, but it was reassuring.
"Good night, Dad." The little guy was a little shy and a little excited.
"Good night." Chu Zhaoyang said softly, put the little guy down, and still asked Gu Nian unwillingly, "You really don't need me to go in?"
"Ahem!" Gu Licheng was still standing not far away, "That's almost enough."
Chu Zhaoyang: "..."
Why hasn't he left yet?
"I won't leave until I watch you go back to the room." Gu Licheng said with a "hehe" look on his face.
Chu Zhaoyang: "..."
No wonder Gu Licheng and Old Mr. Chu hit it off immediately and chatted so much that they became friends year after year.
The tempers of these two people were really the same!
Finally, with Gu Nian urging, Chu Zhaoyang left, and Gu Licheng and Mu Lanshu were able to return to the room.
The little guy was so excited that he couldn't sleep. Gu Nian packed it up for him and rolled the little guy onto her big bed.
"Go to sleep, there is still a day to play tomorrow. Didn't you listen to what that brother said today? There will be a military performance tomorrow." Gu Nian kissed the little guy and said softly.
"Mom, tell me a story, I can't sleep." The little guy said.
"Okay." Gu Nian was thinking about what story to tell the little guy.
But then she heard the little guy ask: "Mom, dad, does he like me?"
Gu Nian was shocked and didn't understand why the little guy thought so. He quickly said: "Of course he like you. How could dad not like you?"
Gu Nian turned sideways and hugged the little guy into his arms: "Dad is very serious to others. It's no exaggeration. Except for us, he doesn't even smile to others, let alone talk to others. Only to us, he always smiling, very gentle, and talkative."
"Really?" The little guy couldn't help laughing. It turned out that his father treated him so differently.
"Dad likes you very much, but you don't seem to be very close to dad. Dad is afraid that you will reject him, so he is also cautious." Gu Nian rubbed the little guy's hair, "Don't refuse dad's closeness, okay?"
The little guy rolled over in Gu Nian's arms and buried his face into the soft pillow: "I...I already like dad a little bit."
"There will be more every day from then on." Gu Nian said with a smile.
"It depends on dad's performance." The little guy raised his chin with another arrogant expression.
"Do you still want to listen to the story?" Gu Nian asked softly.
"Yes, yes." The little guy actually didn't insist on stories or anything else. He just liked Gu Nian's gentle voice talking to him. It's so gentle and nice to listen to.
So, Gu Nian began to speak slowly.
She didn't know how long she talked for, but the little guy fell asleep without knowing it.
Gu Nian read until she was a little thirsty, so she carefully pulled his arms out from under the little guy's head, put the little guy in a comfortable sleeping position, covered him with the quilt, and then went to get a glass of water.