Chapter 72
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At this moment, Ye Fan's room door opened. She had already changed into a new set of clothes and happened to hear the sounds in the living room.
He Han and Dudu were chatting in the living room. They didn't notice that Ye Fan was standing not too far away and had already seen everything that was happening.
Ye Fan's heart tightened. Her emotions that she had already sorted out were now in a mess because of He Han's words.
Why did He Han teach Dudu this? Did he just casually say it, or did he guess that Dudu was his son?
Ye Fan's mind was in a mess, and she had no clue what He Han was thinking. She didn't make a sound. She just stood there quietly and continued to watch.
Dudu tilted his little head and looked seriously at He Han as though he was thinking.
The air was silent for a moment. After a while, Dudu said, "Daddy."
He Han looked at Dudu. They had similar eyebrows and eyes. He opened his little mouth slightly and called out in a childish voice.
His heart skipped a beat when he heard Du Du call him daddy.
He Han felt as though a soft part of his heart had collapsed. He was such an indifferent person, but his biological son had evoked a rare warmth in him.
Without him, Dudu had grown up so well. If only he had recognized Dudu earlier.
But there was no point in saying all this. In the days to come, He Han would give Dudu even more love.
Dudu stared at He Han with his round, dark eyes. As he watched, his little head seemed to be thinking about something.
After a while, he suddenly leaned over and lowered his voice as though he was keeping a super special secret with He Han.
Dudu leaned over to He Han's ear and said, "Uncle, do you really want to be my daddy?"
He Han smiled a little helplessly. He was Dudu's father, but Dudu didn't know that yet.
He would confess to Ye Fan first and then tell Dudu. Through this period of time, He Han felt that Dudu should be able to accept this matter.
"Yes." He Han patted Dudu's head. "Is Dudu willing?"
Dudu grinned. His chubby little hand curled into the shape of a small trumpet and placed it next to He Han's ear.
The tender voice of a child softly said, "I'm willing."
He Han smiled and heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that Dudu had a good impression of him and did not object to him being his father.
In that case, he could indeed find time to lay his cards on the table with Ye Fan.
The father and son quietly hooked their fingers to make sure that their conversation today would not be heard by their mother.
Ye Fan stood at the door for a while. She heard Dudu's words. She was shocked. Then she closed the door and leaned against it, feeling a little nervous.
After Ye Fan completely calmed down, she walked out of the room. Today, Nanny Li had something to do, so Ye Fan would cook dinner for Dudu and He Han.
After washing the vegetables, the sound of knives could be heard in the kitchen. She turned on the stove, heated up the oil, and put the vegetables into the pot. A sizzling fragrance wafted out.
After a while, Ye Fan heard someone coming from behind her.
That deep voice sounded very familiar. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Ye Fan stopped what she was doing and turned to look at He Han. "You know how to cook?"
He Han calmly replied, "No." He was very honest. He just wanted to slowly integrate with Ye Fan's life.
"Then you shouldn't have come to the kitchen." Ye Fan seemed to want to drive him away. A dish was ready. She spoke as she put it on the plate.
Ye Fan's back was facing He Han. She spoke casually as if she was just casually asking.
"He Han, did you teach my son what he shouldn't say?"
Ye Fan's words were probing and questioning. On the one hand, she wanted to know if He Han knew anything. On the other hand, she felt that he was subtly influencing her Dudu.
He Han was stunned for half a second. Then he suddenly curved his lips. "You just heard?" His voice was low and hoarse with a hint of a smile.
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