Seeing Zhou Rui crying, He Muchen was at a loss, clearly frightened. He quickly apologized to Zhou Rui.
"Zhou Rui, I'm sorry. Did I scare you just now? I was just joking with Master Liu. Master Liu and I often joke around, don't you think, Xiao Liu?"
The driver in front, Xiao Liu, smiled awkwardly: "Yes, little one, don't cry! My young master was just joking with me."
Zhou Rui looked at He Muchen with a blank expression, sniffled, and said, "I want to go home."
Before the driver, Xiao Liu, could even ask where Zhou Rui lived, He Muchen said, "Xiao Liu, go to Yuehu Huacheng."
He Muchen knew where Zhou Rui lived because he asked Sister Hong for a copy of Zhou Rui's profile.
He wrote down the home address written on the profile, and he was a little surprised when he saw that Zhou Rui was four years older than him.
But so what if he's older? It doesn't stop me from wanting to get closer to him.
Zhou Rui looked at him with a puzzled expression, and He Muchen coughed awkwardly as he explained, "I need to understand what's going on with my assistant."
Zhou Rui responded with an "oh," having noticed He Muchen but forgetting to learn about the basic information about this body's Zhou Rui in his infatuation.
The car arrived at Yuehu Huacheng, and Zhou Rui was just thinking about how to get home.
As they were getting off the bus, they ran into Zhou Rui's father, who was out buying soy sauce. He patted Zhou Rui on the shoulder and said, "Son, you're back. Come with me to the supermarket; we're out of soy sauce."
"good."
Looking at this kind and gentle father, Zhou Rui felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He felt like a thief stealing the doting affection that someone else's father had for his son.
He Muchen also got out of the car and stood behind Zhou Rui. He coughed lightly, and Zhou Rui's father, Zhou Baihui, looked at He Muchen behind his son and asked, "Son, who is this?"
Zhou Rui turned to look at He Muchen, thinking that He Muchen had already left. Zhou Rui was about to introduce He Muchen to his father.
Behind him, He Muchen had his arm around Zhou Rui's shoulder and greeted Zhou's father with a smile: "Uncle, hello, my name is He Muchen, I'm Zhou Rui's colleague."
Seeing He Muchen's hand on his son's shoulder, Zhou's father, displeased, removed the hand from his son's shoulder, forced a smile, and said politely, "Colleague, Xiao He, thank you for taking my Xiao Rui home. Uncle is cooking today, you should..."
Before Zhou Baihui could finish speaking, He Muchen interrupted, smiling and saying, "Uncle, I'll go with you to buy soy sauce."
When Zhou Baihui saw the way He Muchen was looking at his son, he felt like He Muchen was trying to take his precious son away from him. He didn't like this colleague who claimed to be his son, but he was too embarrassed to make things difficult for his son, so he could only force a smile and nod.
The three arrived at the supermarket across from their apartment complex. Zhou Rui followed his father obediently. Zhou Baihui looked at his son, who seemed a bit unusual today, with some surprise, and couldn't help but ask him:
"Sweetie, take whatever you want to eat, Daddy will pay."
She whispered in Zhou Rui's ear, "Your dad still has some money hidden away, enough for you to buy some snacks. Don't tell your mom when you get back, okay?"
Zhou Rui was a little surprised and a little envious. His nose felt sore and tears welled up in his eyes.
He had never received his father's love, and he didn't even know what his father looked like. He excitedly hugged the kind and amiable father in front of him.
Zhou Baihui was a little stunned by Zhou Rui's hug. When did his son become so pretentious? Every time they went to the supermarket, he never hesitated to spend all of Zhou Rui's savings before he would come home.
"Stop being so fussy. If you don't go get it, I won't buy it for you, and you'll have to pay for it yourself," Zhou Baihui said, patting Zhou Rui on the back.
Zhou Rui let go of Zhou Baihui, smiled and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Dad, I don't want to eat snacks. Let's buy the soy sauce and go home. I want to eat your cooking."
Zhou Baihui touched Zhou Rui's forehead and muttered, "You don't have a fever. You usually practically empty the supermarket when you come here, so why aren't you buying anything today when I'm treating you?"
Zhou Baihui pinched Zhou Rui's cheek and said, "You're not that thin-skinned. It's just that your colleague is here. Why are you being so dramatic? Hurry up and get some. There's still meat stewing at home."
Standing to the side, He Muchen watched the conversation between the father and son, secretly smiling, and made a mental note: So the little cutie likes to eat snacks!
Zhou Rui was completely petrified by what the middle-aged man who claimed to be his father said. What kind of person was the original owner of this body? And what else did he not know?
Zhou Rui had no choice but to bite the bullet and put a few snacks into the shopping cart. Seeing that his son had only taken a few items, Zhou Baihui anxiously helped him put in more of his son's favorite snacks. After paying, Zhou Baihui said to Zhou Rui:
"These two bags of snacks should last you a few days. When you get home, don't tell your mom that I paid for them. Just say you bought them with your own paycheck, okay?"
"If your dad loses his secret stash of money, he won't have any money to buy you food."
Zhou Rui happily carried two large bags of snacks and nodded. He Muchen stood to the side and whispered to Zhou Rui, "Your father is so good to you. If he doesn't buy them for you in the future, I will."
Zhou Rui blushed and looked at him with a puzzled expression. He Muchen, feeling his mouth go dry under Zhou Rui's big eyes, coughed lightly.
"Don't look at me with that suspicious look. You're my assistant. If I feed you well, you'll be more focused on your work, won't you?"
Zhou Rui gave an "oh" and stopped looking at He Muchen. He Muchen followed Zhou Rui and his father home. Zhou Rui's mother opened the door for them and angrily pinched Zhou Baihui's ear:
"You old fool, did you drop it at the supermarket when you went out to buy soy sauce?"
"Are you deliberately trying to make sure my precious little darling doesn't get a hot meal when he comes back?"
Zhou Baihui winced in pain: "Wife, I saw our son when I went downstairs to buy soy sauce, so I asked him to come with me to the supermarket, which made us a little late."
When Zhou Rui's mother, Ms. Lin Yi, heard that her son had returned, she released her grip on Zhou Baihui's ear and asked, "Our precious Rui Rui is back. Where is he?"
"Mom, I'm here." Zhou Rui walked out from behind the door carrying two large bags of snacks, with He Muchen standing behind him.
Ms. Lin Yi looked at He Muchen behind her son, so excited that she couldn't close her mouth and stood there in a daze. Zhou Baihui shook his wife: "Wife, don't just stand there like an idiot at the door. Let our son and his colleague come in and sit down."
Lin Yi retorted to Zhou Baihui, rolling her eyes at him: "Son, you've already worked hard all day, and you still made him carry such heavy shopping bags for you."
"No... My son is a grown man too. It's not unreasonable for him to carry two big bags. When he gets married, do you expect the young lady to carry them for him?"
"Our son doesn't have a girlfriend yet, and besides, you're a grown man, can't you help our son carry one of the bags?"
The elderly couple went inside while talking. Zhou Rui, standing outside the door, hesitated to go in, watching the two bickering. He Mucheng leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Aren't you going in?"
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