A Family of Three
"Mommy, please let daddy stay in our house!" The little boy pleaded on his daddy's behalf.
"Xiao Ze, the house is too small for you."
"That won't happen! If you think it's too crowded for me to sleep in the middle of the house, I'll sleep in my own bed tonight. You and daddy can sleep in the same bed. "The little boy thought he was very smart.
Gong Yexiao kissed the little boy and praised, "My son's arrangement is very reasonable."
Cheng Liyue was about to go crazy. "No way."
"Daddy, shall we go play with the toys? Don't disturb mommy's cooking! "
"Alright!" The man replied straightforwardly.
In the kitchen, Cheng Liyue's pretty face was still hot. In the afternoon, she thought that Gong Yexiao did not care about her son's thoughts. However, she still felt a little relieved. As long as Gong Yexiao cared about her son and allowed him to receive fatherly love in the future, she could actually tolerate this man.
Other than not touching her bottom line, she could allow him to cultivate a relationship with her son. After all, her son already knew of his existence. There was no reason for her to not let them meet.
Cheng Liyue opened another packet of noodles and soaked it in the water. She planned to cook more later.
In the hall, Gong Yexiao first took a look at the small suite. The decoration was relatively simple, but this woman had put some effort into the decoration, adding to the warm atmosphere.
"Daddy, this is my room." The little boy pushed open the door to his room. A small children's bed was leaning against the wall. Beside it was a layer of carpet, and on top of it were his toys.
"Daddy, do you want to see our photo album? There are pictures of me when I was young! "The little boy suddenly wanted his daddy to know more about his growth.
Gong Yexiao naturally wanted to make up for some of the time he was missing. He nodded and chuckled. "Yes, show it to me quickly."
"En!" The little boy walked to Cheng Liyue's room, pulled open the cabinet, and took out a photo album from inside.
Gong Yexiao took the album and flipped to the first page. It was a picture of her holding her newborn son. She was wearing a hospital gown. She lowered her head and gazed tenderly at the little fellow wrapped in a white towel in her arms.
Gong Yexiao's heart was suddenly shaken. Through the cold and hard photo, his heart was about to be warmed by the little son inside. And this woman, although she was a little unkempt and her messy hair hung down, her face was shrouded in a layer of white luster, beautiful and moving.
"This is when I was born. Mommy said that when she gave birth to me, she suffered a lot!" The little fellow looked at his mommy with tears in his eyes. He was extremely distressed.
Gong Yexiao flipped through the photos. They were all photos of his son after he was born. There were photos of him alone, and there were photos of the mother and son. Every photo bore witness to this woman's attentive company. In every photo, Cheng Yuze was adorably dressed, chubby, and had an innocent smile on his face. It was evident that this woman had taken good care of him.
Gong Yexiao's heart softened. After flipping through the photos, he gained a deeper understanding of Cheng Liyue's identity as a mother. At the very least, she was a qualified and competent mother.
Closing the photo, Gong Yexiao reached out and stroked the little fellow's head. "Don't worry. From now on, daddy will always be by your side. I will never be separated from you."
"En!" The little fellow nodded and smiled as he wrapped his arms around his neck.
The aroma of noodles wafted from the kitchen. Cheng Liyue came out with a small bowl and two large bowls. She divided the noodles into three portions.
The little fellow smelled the aroma and was the first to rush out. Behind him, Gong Yexiao followed with a complicated expression. He looked at the woman in a floral blue apron who was dividing the chopsticks at the table. She had changed into a loose long T-shirt and her long hair was tied loosely behind her head. Under the light, she exuded a virtuous aura.
Cheng Liyue first took a look at her son, then her gaze fell on the man who was walking over. He was so tall that his presence seemed to cause the space around him to become a little rushed.
"Time to eat the noodles." Cheng Liyue called out. She untied the apron and sat down at the table. She pushed the bowl with the largest portion towards his direction.
Although Gong Yexiao had not eaten yet, the aroma in the air was enough to whet his appetite. He sat down and saw Cheng Liyue holding the little fellow's bowl and blowing on the noodles for him. She was very attentive and considerate.
"Mommy, I'll do it myself. Eat too! You're hungry too. "The little fellow felt sorry for his mommy and took the bowl.
Cheng Liyue reminded him, "Alright, eat carefully. Don't burn your tongue."
"En!" The little fellow picked up the chopsticks and rolled up the noodles. He puffed up his cheeks and blew on the noodles twice before sending them into his mouth.
Gong Yexiao laughed soundlessly and looked at his son with admiration.
Cheng Liyue curved her lips and smiled. She raised her head and met the man's eyes. The gentle smile in their eyes was still there. The man's eyes seemed to have deepened as he looked at her. They were sexy and dangerous.
Cheng Liyue hurriedly lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him.
However, her face was a little red.
The man looked at her calmly and smiled wickedly.
Cheng Liyue thought that this was her home. Why should she be afraid of him? She couldn't help but raise her head and give him a warning stare.
But it made the man smile even more enchanting. This little woman was really interesting.
The little fellow kept blowing on his noodles, completely unaware of the subtle relationship between his daddy and mommy.
Gong Yexiao also lowered his head to eat the noodles. When he took the first bite, Cheng Liyue secretly glanced at his expression, as if she was afraid that this rich young master would dislike it. However, he did not dislike it. Instead, he immediately took a bite. Obviously, it was to his liking.
Cheng Liyue was also starving. She lowered her head to eat and checked the little fellow's speed from time to time. In the quiet room, the atmosphere of the family of three was harmonious.
After eating the noodles, Cheng Liyue tidied up the bowls and chopsticks. Before she knew it, it was already half past eight. Cheng Liyue wiped her hands clean and came out. She saw the man sitting on the sofa playing with building blocks with his son.
The little fellow looked up and said, "Mommy, I want to build a castle that looks as good as daddy's."
Cheng Liyue smiled and then said to him, "Go back to your room and build. I'll have a chat with your daddy."
Seeing that his daddy and mommy were about to whisper again, the little fellow obediently carried his bucket of building blocks back to his room and closed the door.
Seeing that her son had closed the door, Cheng Liyue put her hands on her waist and looked at the man's flickering eyes on the sofa.
The emotions in his eyes were unfathomable. He was also looking at her with a profound expression.
"Gong Yexiao, you've also eaten dinner. Shouldn't you leave now? I don't want to chase you away in front of my son. "Cheng Liyue opened her mouth to drive him away.
Gong Yexiao raised his brows. "Who said I'm leaving? I'll stay here tonight. "
"There's no room for you to sleep in."
"I don't mind sleeping in your room." The man said calmly.
Cheng Liyue was so angry that she gritted her teeth. "But I don't like it. I don't like men sleeping in my bed."
"It's useless even if you don't like it. I'll sleep in your bed tonight." The man was used to being domineering. He was not good at things like giving in.
Cheng Liyue's pretty face was ashen. It was not easy for her to chase him away. She bit her lip and said, "Fine, I'll allow you to sleep for one night. After tomorrow, you're not allowed to come to my house. “
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