After a long while, Shuo Shuo finally looked up and stared directly at Le Yao, but his little hands were tightly gripping the doll in his hands.
"Come on, Mommy will take you home," Le Yao continued to coax him carefully.
The little one was very thin, which made his eyes appear particularly large. These eyes slowly began to light up, and he tentatively reached out his little hand: "Mommy..."
"Mmm." Le Yao smiled and pulled him into her arms. "Let's go home."
The little one hugged Le Yao's neck and finally smiled.
Nangong Jue handled all the formalities, so Le Yao's job was simply to carry the person out.
"Young Madam," Zheng Ruyu followed her out, "If you need anything in the future, just let me know."
“I can do it even if you don’t tell me.” Le Yao nodded. “After all, you’re a professional in psychological counseling. Professional matters should naturally be left to professionals.”
Zheng Ruyu smiled and said, "Okay, it's for work, so my phone is usually on 24/7." As she spoke, she glanced discreetly at the man next to her and then took two steps back.
Nangong Jue opened the car door himself, and only after Le Yao got in with the child did he close the door. He then walked around to the other side and got in himself. But looking at the little one nestled in Le Yao's arms, he suddenly felt a pang of jealousy. His wife's embrace should have been his, but instead…
You little rascal, you're only young now, but wait until you're older, and see if I don't spank you.
Perhaps it was because Nangong Jue's gaze was too intense, Shuo Shuo shifted uncomfortably, then looked up at him. Although his expression was timid, he stubbornly refused to look away.
After a long while, the little guy suddenly pouted and burst into tears, then started punching and kicking.
"What's wrong?" Le Yao quickly hugged the little one tightly, gently patting his back. "Mommy's here, don't cry..."
The little guy finally calmed down, but his body was still twitching, making him look very pitiful.
"Don't cry, don't cry..." Le Yao continued to gently pat the little guy's body, "Shuo Shuo is the best boy..."
The little guy finally calmed down completely.
Le Yao breathed a sigh of relief. She was sweating from all the exertion; it was more tiring than a fight. And the days ahead might be even more tiring, but she didn't regret it at all.
"I'll carry you." Nangong Jue reached out his hand.
The little guy snuggled closer to Le Yao's arms.
"No need." Le Yao shook her head, then turned to look at him. "Why did you scare him just now?"
"I don't."
Le Yao rolled her eyes: "Do you think I'm blind?"
"I really didn't." Nangong Jue firmly shook his head in denial. "Why would I need to scare a little kid? Besides, he's sick, how could I dare?" As he spoke, he looked at the little guy and found that the little thing was also looking at him.
For some inexplicable reason, he noticed the provocation in the other person's eyes... Was he crazy? How dare a two-year-old brat provoke him?
"You're still looking!" Le Yao noticed the little guy's shrinking back, turned to look at Nangong Jue, and then patted the back of the front seat. "Old Hei, stop the car."
"What?" Nangong Jue glared.
"You can sit in the front," Le Yao gestured.
Black Hawk glanced at his boss in the rearview mirror, looking troubled. Should he stop or not?
"Alright, I'm not looking at him anymore." Nangong Jue hurriedly waved his hand. "I'm looking at you!" What's so interesting about a little brat? He's not as good-looking as your wife.
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