This was the first time Yan Han had heard the little guy call him. The crisp, clear voice was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard in his life!
"Good boy!"
Yan Han was so excited that he immediately squatted down and hugged his son tightly. Just as he was about to take advantage of the situation and steal a kiss, the little guy struggled out of his arms, pointed his little finger at the two five-yuan pillows and ten-yuan quilts on the sofa, and said with a smile.
"Daddy, you can have that pillow and blanket!"
Yan Han immediately turned to stone!
You should know that Young Master Yan has always had extremely high standards for what he uses, eats, lives in, and wears since he was a child. In addition to being good-looking and comfortable, the most important thing is that it must be clean!
In the short time between carrying the pillows and blankets from the shopping area to the checkout counter and paying, he had already imagined countless bacteria crawling and scratching all over his body. If it weren't for wanting to please his little darling, he would feel disgusted even if he were to touch these things, let alone hold them.
When he went to buy it, he was just acting impulsively, only thinking that his son said it was good and that it was okay. He didn't think about what use it would be to him to buy such cheap street vendor goods that he usually found disgusting.
Let's not even talk about the fact that these items have no packaging at all and are just thrown on the street stalls, with countless aunties and grandmas squatting next to them, turning them over and tearing them apart with the same hands they've used to pick out vegetables and fish. Now, let him use them?
Are you really going to let him use it?
The thought of having to sleep on that pillow, which might be covered in countless bacteria, and being covered by that filthy blanket made Yan Han feel as if caterpillars were crawling all over him, making him feel nauseous and uncomfortable.
“Zizai…” Yan Han tried to plead with his beloved son.
The father and son looked at each other, but the little guy seemed more pitiful than him, blinking his big eyes at Yan Han with a wronged expression.
"Daddy, you don't like it?"
Before Yan Han could say anything, the little guy fluttered his long eyelashes twice, then lowered his eyes and said in a mournful tone.
"Mommy said that gifts are a token of affection. Does Daddy think they're not good enough?"
What could Yan Han say now?
Even if your son gave you a pillow and a blanket, or even a pile of dog poop, he would probably still hold it in his hands and sleep on it!
Because it was a gift from his beloved son! It was a token of his son's affection!
Regardless of whether the intention behind this gesture was a prank or a joke, the gift was undeniably placed in front of him.
"No, no... Don't cry, Zizai, Daddy likes it very much! Thank you, Zizai!"
Yan Han hurriedly explained, and to show that he really liked it, he cupped the little guy's face in his hands and kissed his rosy cheeks twice.
After receiving Yan Han's assurance, the little guy's gloomy expression immediately vanished, and he ran to Yan Bo with a big smile on his face, stretching out his little hand with his palm facing upwards in front of Yan Bo.
"Grandpa, lend Zizai fifteen yuan!"
Yan Bo and his wife had just witnessed the entire contest between father and son. They were overjoyed to see their brilliant and powerful son being defeated by his grandson, only able to suffer defeat.
The two elderly people were enjoying the play so much that they were holding their stomachs and trying not to laugh. But when they saw the little guy come to borrow money with a straight face, they finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The little guy stood smiling in front of Yanbo, waiting for his grandfather, this rich man, to wave his hand and lend him fifteen yuan.
Yanbo finally managed to stop laughing and gestured for Uncle Hai to bring him his wallet. He opened it to take a look, and the smallest bill inside was twenty yuan.
"Zizai, Grandpa only has twenty yuan, is that okay?"
The little guy shook his head to indicate it was okay, took the money, said "Thank you, Grandpa!", and then ran over with the borrowed twenty yuan, handing it to Yan Han.
Here, here's your money back!
Yan Han took the twenty yuan with a wry smile. The little guy withdrew his hand, clapped his hands twice, and said generously.
"Okay! You don't need to pay me back the remaining five yuan. I'll buy you a lollipop!"
This time, Yan Bo and his wife burst into laughter and collapsed onto the sofa.
In detail, these five yuan were definitely the largest amount of pocket money Yan Han had ever received in his thirty-three years of life.
And Zai Zai was the most "generous" person he had ever met.
After delivering the gifts and pocket money, the generous Zizai turned around and ran back, kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the sofa like a monkey, and lay down behind Yanbo to say something.
"Grandpa, Zizai doesn't have any money. How about I give you a back massage instead?"
Did Yanbo even care about those twenty yuan? He was about to say no need to pay it back, but after hearing the little guy's next sentence, he nodded hurriedly, "Okay, okay, thank you, Zizai!"
Grandma Yan watched enviously as Yan Bo squinted and enjoyed his grandson's back massage, and finally couldn't help but ask the little guy a question.
"Zizai, why don't you ask Grandma for money? Grandma has plenty of money too!"
Yan Bo winked smugly at Old Man Yan, "Hehe, Zizai is closer to Grandpa, isn't he?"
Yan Han, looking at the twenty yuan in his hand and then at the two old people shamelessly vying for his son's affection, was speechless.
Deep down, I felt a deep sense of envy.
Instead of answering Yan Bo's question, Zizai leaned close to Old Madam Yan's ear and whispered, "Grandma, Zizai will give you a massage later, no charge!"
The little guy didn't speak loudly, but the other two men surnamed Yan heard him clearly, and they were both disgusted!
Having become a true winner in life, Madam Yan hugged the little guy and showered him with love, kissing and rubbing him affectionately. Then, she remembered a question.
"Son, what can you do with five yuan as pocket money?"
It wasn't that Madam Yan was deliberately trying to kick someone when they were down; rather, she was genuinely curious.
The little guy flashed back behind Yan Bo and continued to pay off his debts with labor, his fist lightly pounding Yan Bo's shoulder, his little face earnestly facing the old lady.
"Grandma, you don't know this! Brother Beibei said that the candy store near his house only sells lollipops for 50 cents! Five yuan..."
Zizai stopped massaging her back, lowered her eyes, and counted carefully on her little fingers, "Grandma, five yuan can buy ten lollipops!"
Madam Yan laughed so hard she almost choked. "Son, remember those ten lollipops? Give one to your father and one to your father."
Yan Han had already folded the twenty yuan and put it in his wallet. He didn't even lift his eyelids when his mother teased him. "That's mine. Don't you two have any designs on it!"
Fortunately, the young master only said that the pillow and quilt were for Yan Han's use, and did not say that he could not wash and disinfect them.
The next day, in Young Master Yan's bedroom, on that luxurious bed worth hundreds of thousands, a pillow that was obviously from a street stall and a cheap quilt of the same origin were suddenly placed on it!
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