He looked up at Zhao Weidong who was standing at the door as if he was being punished.

Zhao Weidong quickly calmed himself down and asked, "Xiaobei, why did you come out?"

Zhao Xiaobei rubbed his eyes and muttered softly, "Dad, I want to go to the bathroom."

"Okay, Dad will take you there."

Zhao Weidong took Zhao Xiaobei to the bathroom in the back room. After taking care of his physiological needs, he picked up Zhao Xiaobei and carried him back to the room.

Zhao Xiaobei was startled at first, and he woke up a little from his sleepiness, and then... he slowly lay on Zhao Weidong's shoulder.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to carry someone high on your back.

No wonder sister An An likes to be held high so much.

Zhao Xiaobei lingered silently in Zhao Weidong's arms.

Although Zhao Weidong adopted Zhao Xiaobei, the rough man had never taken care of a child and didn't know how to get close to a five or six-year-old child. He always felt that something was missing between the father and son.

In the past, the lack of father and son needed parents to fill this gap so that the father and son could get closer.

But their family situation is special; they can be considered as three strangers put together.

Even Zhao Weidong and Zhao Xiaobei cannot be said to be close, let alone Song Yingying.

But late at night, something was different.

Zhao Weidong carried Zhao Xiaobei to the bed, pulled the quilt over him carefully, and touched his head and face out of habit.

"Xiaobei, go to sleep."

Zhao Xiaobei rubbed the soft pillow, "Dad, aren't you going to sleep yet?"

"Well, Daddy is not asleep yet. I will stay here with you and wait until you fall asleep before leaving."

Zhao Weidong lowered his voice and spoke softly, patting Zhao Xiaobei's chest with his palm.

Zhao Xiaobei felt the breath of Zhao Weidong beside him and closed his eyes gently. It was the first time he felt so at ease since coming to this strange place.

…

for a long time.

Song Yingying cleaned herself up, changed her underwear and pants, and felt much more comfortable.

The hot water was so warm that even my stomachache went away.

She looked at the basin on the ground. It was a heavy wooden basin, full of water. She didn't even try, thinking that Song Yingying must be unable to lift it.

She stood there awkwardly for a while, but finally had to open the door.

The moment she opened the door, she didn't see Zhao Weidong standing by the door. He was in Zhao Xiaobei's small room. Song Yingying breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, she was cleaning in the house and didn't want someone standing guard outside the door.

Song Yingying glanced towards the small room, blushed and said softly, "I, I'm done."

"good."

Zhao Weidong responded softly.

Zhao Xiaobei had fallen asleep at this time. Zhao Weidong walked out lightly, closed the door gently, and returned to the room again.

He looked at the basin and then at the bed.

Song Yingying was washed clean, but the sheets and quilts were not cleaned yet.

It’s not that Song Yingying forgot, but there were no new sheets to replace at home. If she changed them, she would not be able to sleep in the second half of the night.

She decided to make do with it, curl up in a corner to sleep, and then wash and dry it after daybreak.

The weather here is good, so it can be dried in one day.

But Zhao Weidong didn't think so.

He strode to the bedside, and instead of picking up the basin directly, he lifted the quilt, rolled up the soiled sheets and blankets, and threw them into the basin.