"I haven't fallen in love with other women yet. It's too early to mention this matter." Ji Xiaohan still feels that he has to speak to comfort his hurt son.
Tang Xiao Rui raised his head, and his bright and clear eyes circled around his father's body. "Daddy's figure is so good, but he doesn't give it to Mummy, but he wants to take advantage of other women. I feel that it's a pity for Mummy."
Ji Xiaohan heard his son's words, and his lips twitched. This little guy, his mind is really advanced. He also knows that he has a good figure and doesn't want other women to take advantage of him.
"Don't think about it. I won't take advantage of other women. Daddy is very clean and never messes around." Ji Xiaohan feels that his IQ has been lowered by chatting with this little guy. This is really a very helpless and funny thing.
"Daddy means what he says!" Tang Xiaorui stared at him very seriously and said.
Ji Xiaohan couldn't help him, so he had to kiss his little head: "of course, daddy is a real man."
"Okay, then I'm going to sleep. I'm so worried about you and Mommy. I'm so tired!" The little guy lay down with his head back. His short arms and legs were spread out, and he was sleeping soundly.
Ji Xiaohan looked at his son and almost fell asleep in seconds. His beautiful little face was very cute.
When he fell asleep, he was like a little angel. When he was awake, he had a headache more than the little devil.
However, although he had a headache, he was happy in his heart. He stopped all his movements and stared at his son's eyes tenderly.
I didn't expect that in this world, there would be a little person who looked exactly the same as himself.
This feeling is so wonderful, as if it's the continuation of his own life.
His mood slowly calmed down. Ji Xiaohan stood up, put on a nightgown and opened the door.
He still has a little business to deal with.
The twilight gradually thickened. After finishing the work at hand, it was already more than 11 o'clock in the evening!
Ji Xiao Han left the study room and suddenly felt a little hungry.
Today, he had dinner with his grandmother. There were all women at the table. He really didn't have any appetite.
It's so late. Uncle yuan and the servants should be asleep. Ji Xiaohan turns on a few small lights, and the tall figure goes downstairs.
In the living room downstairs, it's dark at the moment. Ji Xiaohan remembers the structure of his own house. Even if he goes downstairs in the dark, he can accurately find the location of the kitchen.
Just as he stepped on the last step of the stairs, he heard a strange sound from the direction of the kitchen, as if something had fallen to the ground.
The man's sharp eyebrows, gently picked up, so late, who is still in the kitchen?
His slender legs had already walked quickly in that direction.
When he reached the entrance of the kitchen, suddenly, a petite figure walked out of the kitchen. The thing in her hand bumped into Ji Xiao Han's embrace. Her hand trembled, and the liquid in the bottle was poured onto the man's nightgown.
"Damn it … What are you doing?" "Ji Xiaohan, who has just taken a bath, inexplicably feels a chill pouring down from his chest, as if his heart is going to be cold.
Anyone who suffers from this crime will be angry, let alone the proud and vigilant young master Ji.
Tang You You was shocked at first, but when she heard the man's angry reprimand, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly.
"Why are you here?" Tang Youyou asked strangely, her voice still indifferent.
Ji Xiaohan sneers: "this is my kitchen. I come down and get something to eat. Do I need your permission?"
Tang Youyou choked.
There's nothing to say.
I'm going to walk around him and leave.
"What is this?" Ji Xiaohan bowed his head and smelled it. Suddenly, he found that it was not water or drink in his arms, but Wine.
Tang Youyou is about to stride away. She hears that the man seems to be curious about what she is holding in her hand. She stops for a moment.
"It's so late. Are you still drinking this?" Ji Xiaohan was shocked at first, and then asked sternly.
Tang Youyou has a bottle of beer in her hand. As soon as she opens it and takes a sip, the man suddenly appears and wastes half a bottle. She is a little annoyed.
"Can't you drink?" Tang Youyou turned his lips: "when I work at night, I like to drink some wine to find inspiration."
Ji Xiaohan is stunned by the woman's remarks. Is it reasonable for her to drink cold beer in the evening?
"Are you a good drinker?" Ji Xiaohan asked in a cold voice.
"Just so!" Tang Youyou answered smoothly.
"You wet my nightgown. Aren't you going to say something?" Ji Xiaohan's chin is slightly raised. Even in the dark, his eyes are as sharp as torches. He is as proud as an emperor, waiting for her apology.
"What did you say? You said you went downstairs like a ghost. There was no sound at all. You almost scared me into a lunatic? "Tang Youyou returned to him in the same proud and negligent tone.
"You drank my wine and wet my pajamas. Aren't you going to apologize?" Ji Xiaohan feels that this woman's mouth is too hard. She refuses to admit defeat at all. This character will suffer in the workplace.
"You robbed my child. I didn't calculate it with you." Tang Youyou was stunned for a moment, and then her answer was crazier than him.
Ji Xiaohan: "..."
Tang You You raised his head and drank a mouthful of wine, then slowly swallowed it into his stomach. The pitch-black living room once again fell into a deathly silence.
They didn't talk, but they could feel that the other side was not in a friendly mood.
"Tang Youyou, don't you know that drinking such cold things at night is not good for your health?" After a few seconds of silence, Ji Xiaohan opened his mouth and wanted to persuade her to throw away the wine in her hand.
"It's none of your business." Tang Youyou was a little upset. She didn't accept his concern.
Ji Xiaohan was completely displeased. He frowned: "it's really none of my business. I'm persuading you for the children. If the children know that you are a drinker..."
"It's not as serious as you say. I just drink some wine and look for inspiration for drawing. How can I be a drinker?" Tang Youyou was about to die of laughter at his words. She didn't know when she developed this habit.
When she was abroad, she would drink a glass of red wine and draw late at night when the children were asleep. The inspiration kept coming.
But living in this luxurious palace-like house, she had no inspiration at all and ran away.
But she had to hand over her work. Otherwise, she would really become the laughing stock of the whole company.
So, she decided to go downstairs to find some wine to drink. She walked around the entire first floor, but she didn't find any red wine.
In the end, she could only settle for a small beer to satisfy her craving. Who knew that she would be caught by this man.
"But what you drank was cold …"
"I only found cold." Tang Youyou raised her head and took another sip. She turned and walked upstairs.
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