Yukimura Seiichi carried him into the living room and said, "I've thought about it and decided not to wear the shoes that don't fit. Let's wait for Uncle Jingguang to come back. I believe he will bring you the most suitable size."

In less than half an hour, Atobe Keimitsu came back.

His hands were empty.

The two bodyguards behind him had their hands full of shopping bags.

Natsume Takashi recognized the bag. It was the symbol of the clothing store in the town.

Jingguang sat cross-legged on the tatami, looking at Yukimura Seiichi and little Natsume Takashi on the sofa, unpacking things one by one from the packaging bags beside him.

Children's towels, children's toothbrushes and toothpaste, children's pajamas, children's slippers, children's clothing, scarves, hats, cotton-padded jackets, gloves...

Even various brands have come over.

It's like buying a copy of everything for children in the entire shopping mall.

Natsume Takashi fell into a daze: "......"

From childhood to adulthood, he had never seen so many things except going to supermarkets and convenience stores.

It filled the entire living room.

The corner of Yukimura Seiichi's mouth twitched, "Kagemitsu... We will be going back in two days..."

Atobe Kagemitsu nodded: "Well, it can be used in the next two days?"

Yukimura Seiichi couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand: "Just talking about that toothpaste, why is there a whole series of children's toothpaste?"

This kid can't finish it in a year!!!

A total of 12 models!

Jingguang glanced at Natsume: "What if he likes orange flavor? Or doesn't like orange flavor and likes peach flavor?......"

My kids don’t have to make multiple-choice choices, they can have them all.

"You don't have to spend so much money on me. It's too much. I... I'm easy to support..."

Little Natsume's uneasy look attracted the attention of the two.

Jing Guang glanced at him and said, "Nonsense."

Natsume Takashi was frightened and felt uneasy, fearing that he would say something wrong and be abandoned again.

Then Atobe Kagemitsu picked him up from Uncle Yukimura's arms, held him high up, looked him in the eye, and said very seriously: "Spending money on your own child, how can it be called a waste of money?"

The uncle with silver-purple hair and a cold face looked into his eyes, his eyes full of disapproval and entitlement.

Natsume Takashi felt that he would probably never forget today and everything that happened at this moment.

It's like...

Like a beautiful dream.

——The study room of the Atobe family villa in England——

“Brother, brother, brother!!!”

Atobe Keigo looked at his unusually excited and active brother on the small screen, stepped back slightly, rubbed his ears, and said unhappily: "Ah, Keimitsu, did you take stimulants?"

Atobe Kagemitsu shook his head: "I didn't eat it." That thing is harmful to the body, why eat it?

He answered obediently,

Then, without waiting for Keigo Atobe to continue speaking, he excitedly raised the little boy in his hand and said, "Look! My son~"

Atobe Keigo: "..." Oh, it's just a child, I know it's your son...

etc?!

He stood up suddenly, "Your????"

When did it happen?

This child looks about six or seven years old. How old is Jing Guang this year? How could there be a child that big?

Oshitari Yuushi patted his shoulder and sighed softly: "Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing, calm down, Yukimura is here too."

He pointed to the shoulder exposed on the phone.

You can tell at a glance that Xiaojing is thinking of other places.

Yukimura Seiichi coughed lightly and said, "Let me introduce you to the child that Jingguang and I adopted, Natsume Takashi."

After asking Natsume's opinion, the two decided to keep the child's original surname.

They don't care about the last name anyway.

"oh."

Atobe Keigo avoided the camera and breathed a sigh of relief.

Natsume Takashi watched as the uncle who looked very similar to Uncle Atobe Kagemitsu appeared in the camera again.

"Well, then find some time to bring it back for me, my parents, grandparents and I to recognize it."

It's also good to prepare gifts for the little ones.

Atobe Keigo rubbed the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye with two fingers, raised his chin slightly,

Then, his gaze turned to the nervous boy in Jingguang's arms. The child's face turned red, and he stammered for a long time without being able to speak.

Yukimura Seiichi smiled and stroked little Natsume's soft hair, saying soothingly, "Takashi, thank Uncle Atobe quickly."

"Thank you... Uncle Atobe..."