Chapter 26 Shang Youqing, is he your husband?
He Cong accompanied his son into Tongwan Amusement Park half an hour ago.
He Zhimo did not just casually mention taking his father out for a walk. The little guy planned it out carefully. As soon as he entered the amusement park, he took out the detailed guide book he had drawn from his schoolbag.
Then, I took He Cong to play each of the attractions in the order listed above.
Apart from having a cold face as usual, He Cong was very cooperative throughout the whole process, just taking time out to accompany the little one for a day.
After getting off the pirate ship, Master He saw a stall selling intangible cultural heritage sugar figures in front of him, so he handed his schoolbag to He Cong and said, "Dad, wait for me here."
He Cong thought the kid was greedy, so he asked the bodyguard to follow him. He then carried He Zhimo's small schoolbag and retreated to the lawn behind where the kid had just pointed. There were a few children playing and chasing each other on the lawn.
He Cong walked aside with an expressionless face. At this moment, a child holding a bird kite bumped into him unexpectedly and almost fell down.
He Cong reached out and grabbed the child's hand in time. He was about to move away, but when the little guy covered his head and looked up like a bird with his head tilted, He Cong stared at the clear and sweet little face that caught his eye, and his long legs seemed to be nailed to the spot.
He stared at the cub without blinking, with unknown emotions secretly surging in his eyes.
Before he could fully react, the little fellow broke free from his hand, tugging at the swaying kite string. He couldn't help but look up at him with his large, amber-clear eyes, and spoke cautiously in a childish voice, "Thank you, uncle." He Cong regained his composure a little, still unaware that his cold and sharp expression had frightened the little fellow. He asked in a slow, calm voice, "Are you hurt?"
Shang You shook his head. A gust of wind suddenly blew over, blowing down the bird kite that Shang You was already holding and making it shake. The kite accidentally got stuck on the top of the tree in front of him.
Shang You frowned and was about to turn around and call her mother, but at this moment, the icy uncle not only did not leave, but also took the initiative to say: "I'll help you get it down."
He Cong walked a few steps to the tree. He was tall and stretched his hand upwards, easily taking down the bird kite from the treetop. He turned around and was about to return it to the little cub who was standing behind him, looking up and waiting for him, when a male voice came from the front -
"Yuzu?"
A man with a noble temperament, wearing a light blue shirt and black pants, called out to the kid in front of He Cong with a smile on his face.
He Cong's cold gaze passed behind the man and stared at Shang Youqing, who was walking beside the man and holding a bird kite of the same type in his hand.
The little cub's voice rang out again. She responded to the person behind her, then looked up at He Cong, who was still holding her bird kite, in confusion, "Uncle?"
He Cong's fingers that were pressing against the tail of the kite loosened slightly, and he finally returned the bird kite to the cub in front of him, "I'll give it back to you."
Shang You hugged her beloved little kite and politely thanked the cold and weird uncle. Then she returned to her uncle and mother and told her what had just happened.
Shang Youqing glanced over at He Cong, who was standing under a tree not far away. But before she could say anything, Mu Weiting beside her reached out and gently brushed the fallen leaves off Shang You's head. He said, "I'm glad Youyou's okay. Youqing, there are a lot of people here. Why don't we take Youyou somewhere else to fly a kite?"
Shang Youqing turned her head and glanced at Mu Weiting. Mu Weiting was still looking at her with a gentle expression, without any abnormality.
"...Senior Brother, please wait for me for a moment." Since they had met, and He Cong had just helped her baby get the kite, Shang Youqing had to go over and say hello before leaving.
Mu Weiting nodded: "Okay, then Youyou and I will wait for you here."
When Shang Youqing approached, He Cong was still standing there motionless and indifferent, looking very calm, until she said, "Mr. He, what a coincidence."
Shang Youqing's eyebrows widened, and he pointed to Shang You behind him, "Thank you Mr. He for your help just now."
He Cong lowered his eyes, seemingly expressionless, but every word seemed to be frost-covered. "Is it your baby?"
Shang Youqing nodded in agreement without thinking.
At this time, He Cong slowly shifted his gaze away from her face, looked at the cute little girl not far away, and then looked at the man accompanying the little girl. He heard Shang Youqing say, "Then I'll go first," and then he responded coldly, "I know."
The next second, a breeze blew by...
He Zhimo rushed over like a calf, pushed away his father who was standing there in the way like a piece of wood, and with a plop, his two little hands tightly hugged Shang Youqing's thighs as he was about to turn around and leave.
A few minutes ago, He Zhimo was at the old man selling sugar-painted figures at a stall and heard the old man say that he could draw all kinds of sugar paintings of small animals.
He Zhimo suddenly thought of the appearance of the bird doll that Shang Youqing gave him, and described it vividly. The old man listened happily and quickly drew two similar bird sugar figures for him.
He Zhimo was extremely satisfied. He took it and thanked the old man. He turned around and asked the bodyguard to pay. He walked back with a bird sugar painting in one hand. Just when he was halfway there, he saw this scene with wide eyes——
On the lawn, Shang Youqing and Shang You were standing with a strange man.
Shang Youqing walked up to his father and said something, then turned around and was about to leave.
Seeing Shang Youqing about to go back to that man again, and his father still standing there motionless, He Zhimo suddenly lost his composure. He threw the sugar painting in his hand to the bodyguard uncle, rushed forward angrily, hugged Shang Youqing's legs, and poutingly shouted: "Shang Youqing!"
Shang Youqing turned around in a daze and looked down. Young Master He appeared out of nowhere and hugged her tightly with his soft little hands.
With her head tilted back, it was clear that she was a high-demand little baby who couldn't bear any inner struggle or even the slightest grievance. With her big tearful eyes, she asked her in a slightly childish voice, "Shang Youqing, is he your husband?"
Shang Youqing was shocked: "...what is this."
He Zhimo pointed behind her with a trembling hand and said loudly, "That man standing next to Shang You, not even as handsome as my dad! Is he Shang Youqing's husband?"
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With the sudden loud volume of Master He's loud speaker, it was hard for Mu Weiting, who was standing behind him, not to hear it...
Shang Youqing had no choice but to look at He Cong in front of her for help, thinking that He Cong would at least come over to pull Young Master He away, but he didn't. He Cong was still standing there, staring at her with a cold expression on his face, as if he was also waiting for her answer.
He Zhimo still held her stubbornly, refusing to let go. His eyelashes were covered with huge tears, and his voice was sticky and aggrieved, "Shang Youqing, please tell me quickly."
After a few seconds, probably fearing that Young Master He would actually burst into tears, Shang Youqing finally spoke and denied, "He's not."
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