Familiar, light footsteps landed beside the bed.

The blanket was gently lifted by one corner.

The cool yet warm scent of cedar wafted into the little dumpling's nose, and Chaochao, who was about to fall asleep, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

...It smells like poop.

As soon as Huo Qin lay down after getting ready, the little dumpling, who had been sleeping soundly in the middle of the bed, suddenly rolled into his arms like a snowball, right in the bullseye.

The timing was always perfect, and every single time it was flawless.

At first, Huo Qin suspected that the little dumpling might have some kind of mysterious magnetic device attached to it, but after discovering that it could roll over accurately for three consecutive days regardless of how much Chaochao was sleeping, even with its eyes closed, Huo Qin remained silent for a while, and then accepted it expressionlessly.

Perhaps his daughter really is gifted.

At that moment, Huo Qin lowered his eyes and looked at the little dumpling sleeping soundly in his arms, thinking to himself.

Why is she such a terrible navigator?

However, from the perspective of the observer system.

What I saw was President Huo, who would sit for a while under the warm light after coming out of the bathroom before going to bed. The indifferent man leaned back in the leather sofa, flipping through documents and waiting for the warm light to dispel the chill of the moisture.

Quietly, bathed in the warm orange glow, it resembles a perfect, inviolable sculpture.

The system is often confused.

Is this really the major villain that even the senior members of the Time and Space Bureau found extremely troublesome?

At this moment, Huo Qin skillfully caught the snowball that rolled over, gently moved it to the center, and said in a calm voice, "Sleep well."

The little bundle of joy, burying her face in the man's large hand, barely peeked out from under the covers and mumbled sleepily, "Daddy... goodnight..."

Huo Qin raised his finger and brushed away the strands of hair stuck to her mouth.

His tone was calm, as if he were chatting casually.

Did you have a good day?

Upon hearing Huo Qin's question, Chao Chao, who was so sleepy that she was about to fall asleep at any moment, tried to blink (only in her imagination), but in reality, she only managed to open her eyes a crack.

"Happy..."

As if finding those three words too pale, she raised her eyebrows and slowly emphasized, "Super, super happy..."

"Hmm," Huo Qin said, "Did you do anything good?"

The system wondered if President Huo didn't know what he had been doing all day. It had personally witnessed Wang Jie calling Huo Qin to report on her work.

When asked about this, the little dumpling next to him paused for a moment, as if trying her best to recall everything that had happened that day. Then Huo Qin saw her slowly raise the corners of her mouth with the speed of a sloth, revealing a silly and innocent smile: "Yes... hehe... I helped Brother Yu Shen deal with the bad guys today..."

Speaking of this, it was as if she was recalling something unpleasant; the corners of her mouth, which had been raised, slowly drooped back: "...They're all bad friends..."

He's not Yu Shen's real friend.

When she gets stronger, and even stronger...

Huo Qin looked at her young face and a resolute expression appeared: "…………"

"Hmm, very impressive." Huo Qin asked casually, "Is there a reward you'd like?"

Rewards...rewards...

Chaochao: "Yes!"

Huo Qin raised an eyebrow and stared at her.

Chaochao squinted, rolled over, smacked her lips, and mumbled incoherently, "I want to eat that fat grilled sausage..."

Huo Qin: "…………"

Huo Qin said calmly, "Go to sleep."

Within three seconds, he was met with the long, steady breathing of the little dumpling next door, the blanket covering her belly rising and falling rhythmically.

Huo Qin's fingers landed on the blanket, lightly twirling them, while the dim blue light of the screen illuminated his sharply defined jawline as his fingertips slid rapidly across the screen.

The man's gaze was dark and calm.

He sent a message.

...

Chaochao was quite confused when she was woken up the next morning.

Especially since I actually ate that delicious grilled sausage that I'd been craving in my dream, but at least I'd already taken a bite.

Chaochao, her eyes half-open and dazed, let out a very faint sigh.

Grilled sausages are indeed delicious.

"Get up."

Huo Qin walked to the bedside, leaned down, and lazily poked the little dumpling who was still not fully awake. His deep and pleasant voice echoed in her little head like the words of a god.

The little dumpling's waking-up progress bar is halfway through.

Before she could move, a slender hand had already scooped her up from the covers. Forced to sit up, the little dumpling hung her head and swayed slightly in a 360-degree motion.

Huo Qin released the little boy's hand and strode towards the dressing room. He was still wearing his pajamas after his morning run and a shower, and hadn't had time to change.

"You can have breakfast as soon as you get up."

As the footsteps faded into the distance, the man's calm and composed voice drifted back.

Get up...breakfast...breakfast...

Chaochao shook her head, and the progress bar for waking up was successfully loaded to three-quarters.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and with her other little hand slowly pulled up her pajamas, which were flipped up, to cover her little belly.

I need to get up and go to work with Daddy...

"Daddy, wait for me, I can go to work as soon as I get dressed..."

The little girl, with her dazed eyes and messy hair, mumbled to herself as she reached out and groped for her clothes on the empty bedsheet.

I'm very busy, but I don't know what I'm busy with.

Just like you when you're slacking off at work.

Huo Qin, who had turned back halfway, paused subtly upon seeing this.

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