Chapter 27 Shang You, what do you think of my dad?
After getting Shang Youqing's answer clearly, He Zhimo blinked his wet eyelashes, sniffed, and his emotions finally calmed down a little.
He pouted, and seemed to realize that it was a bit naughty of him to hug Shang Youqing and yell at him like that. He was afraid that Shang Youqing would be angry with him, so he opened his mouth to explain something to Shang Youqing.
At this moment, he caught a glimpse of the man who was not as handsome as his father walking towards him with Shang You.
Good, good, this man is here to declare war on him and his father!
How could He Zhimo lose his style as the young master of the He family in such an occasion? He immediately let go of Shang Youqing, raised the back of his little hand and wiped his eyes vigorously, then neatly adjusted his little white shirt and bow tie, making sure that his clothes were as neat, dignified and elegant as his father.
Immediately afterwards, when the man walked to Shang Youqing... before he could reach Shang Youqing's side, He Zhimo slowly stepped in and blocked the man.
With her chin slightly raised and her father's aloof expression on her face, she sternly warned, "Uncle, please stand properly. Don't get too close to Shang Youqing. It will easily lead to misunderstandings between Shang Youqing and me."
Mu Weiting was forced to stop and look at the cub with a gentle expression, "...What's the misunderstanding?"
He Zhimo, however, waved his hands demurely, and acted like a magnanimous child who didn't remember the mistakes of adults. "It's okay, uncle."
It was as if the guy who almost hugged Shang Youqing and cried loudly just now was not him, Young Master He.
Although the atmosphere was still a little subtle, since they had inexplicably gotten together, Shang Youqing had no choice but to take the initiative to step forward and, in a friendly manner, introduce each other to his senior brother and He Cong respectively.
However, just as she opened her mouth to speak to He Cong, He Cong did not give her the chance to introduce his senior brother, and calmly introduced himself -
"He Cong."
Mu Weiting reached out and shook the other person's hand, and politely introduced himself, "Hello, Mr. He, I am You Qing's senior brother, Mu Weiting."
It was almost noon when He Cong calmly suggested, "I haven't had time to thank Miss Shang properly for what happened last time. We happened to meet today. I wonder if you could do me the honor of having a meal with me? I'd also like to discuss the matter of Mingling Zoo with Miss Shang in person."
After he finished speaking, Mu Weiting was obviously a little confused about the things He Cong said that he didn't know. He looked at Shang Youqing gently.
Shang Youqing was about to refuse, but after hearing He Cong's last words, he finally agreed.
Then, dozens of minutes later.
In a high-end restaurant near Tongwan Amusement Park.
Shang Youqing and the other three adults sat at one table, and the two cubs were placed at the children's table in the back and were cared for by two waiters.
He Zhimo sat at the children's table, looking at Shang You who was sitting opposite him and concentrating on eating. His little face looked serious and thoughtful for a while.
He pushed the shrimp balls that the waiter had brought him to Shang You's plate. Seeing that Shang You had eaten an apple, he took the initiative to fork a plate of fruit and put it over to Shang You. Shang You took a sip of juice, and He Zhimo simply moved his untouched juice to Shang You...
After working tirelessly for half a day, Shang You, who was originally concentrating on eating, looked up and saw a large variety of delicious food and drinks in front of him.
Shang You paused eating and looked over, "What do you mean?"
He Zhimo took a negotiating stance on his children's desk, tapping the tabletop lightly with his small hands and asking in a childish voice, "Shang You, what do you think of my dad?"
Shang You swallowed the food in his mouth and tilted his head slightly, looking a little confused. "What's going on?"
He Zhimo got straight to the point: "I want Shang Youqing to be my mother."
Shang You retorted bluntly, "You're dreaming."
Young Master He was suddenly choked, but he still tried to put on a brave face and persuade her: "...Shang You, don't be so stingy. Think about it carefully. My father is also a very good father. You won't suffer any loss."
Shang You frowned slightly, and after hearing this, she subconsciously looked towards the table not far away.
The indifferent uncle who helped her take down the kite not long ago was sitting on the side facing her mother. He seemed to be saying something to her mother, and his eyes were fixed on her.
"How is it?" Young Master He thought Shang You was moved by what he said, and asked with blinking eyes.
Shang You immediately withdrew his gaze and rejected her coldly, "Not very good."
Although... she didn't know why, from the first moment she saw that cold and eccentric handsome uncle, she instinctively felt some inexplicable sense of intimacy.
But mom is the most important.
She has her mother and that's enough.
The first negotiation between the two cubs ultimately ended in failure.
He Zhimo watched Shang Youqing and Shang You get into the man's car and leave. Although he had already heard the clear answer from Shang Youqing, He Zhimo still felt a little angry for no reason.
On the way back in the car, I couldn't help but ask my father for my cell phone.
"do what."
He Cong asked this, but still gave him the phone.
He Zhimo took the phone, muttered to himself, and flipped to Shang Youqing's phone number. He pressed hard with his little finger and sent a message.
He Cong lowered his eyes and saw that the message [Shang Youqing, you are not allowed to sit too close to him!] had been successfully sent.
"...He Zhimo."
He Cong glanced at his son, who was still sitting in the car, with a cold expression, "Have you forgotten that this is your father's phone?"
He Zhimo was still holding his phone, waiting for Shang Youqing's reply. Upon hearing this, he perfunctorily freed up one of his hands and patted the back of his father's hand, "Okay, Dad, be a good boy. Don't interfere with my conversation with Shang Youqing."
He Cong: “…”
After a few minutes, a new message popped up in the message box.
Shang Youqing: Is that you, Young Master? Thank you for the sugar figures you gave Shang You and me. We love them.
He Zhimo read the message in a clear and precise voice four or five times, his lips almost pouting outwards. "I told you Shang Youqing really likes me!"
He Cong also stared at the message Shang Youqing replied to. He looked at it for a long time before finally looking away. His tone became noticeably more casual. "Are you sure Shang Youqing doesn't like the sugar-painted figure?"
He Zhimo raised his little hand to cover his father's mouth, which was unable to utter a good word, but suddenly he felt his hand itchy and couldn't help scratching it.
He Cong put his phone away and gently picked up the little cub's arm to check it. "What's wrong? Was it bitten by a mosquito?"
"Hmm... I don't know, it's a little itchy."
After a whole day of making a fuss, He Zhimo finally realized that he was tired. He clung to his father's arm clingingly and mumbled in a daze that he wanted to sleep in his arms.
He Cong picked up the little guy and gently supported his head with his broad palm to prevent it from shaking.
The car quickly quieted down. He Cong stared at He Zhimo's sleeping face for a long time. As if possessed by some strange force, the image of the well-behaved and pretty little kid who bumped into him today appeared in his mind. He murmured a few words with his thin lips, "Shang You, Shang Youqing's baby..."
After a moment, He Cong looked out the car window with a cold gaze, trying to sober himself up.
By the time we returned to Yanyuan, it was already very late.
Butler Chen was prepared to be punished and scolded, and had been waiting respectfully at the main gate of the main house. The good news was that since young Master He had fallen asleep, Mr. He was probably afraid of waking him up, so when he came back, he ignored the servants and went upstairs carrying the kid in his arms.
Butler Chen breathed a sigh of relief and then led the servants out.
He Zhimo felt himself being carried back to his room by his father in a daze, muttering, "Little bird doll..."
After his father found the bird doll and gave it to him, He Zhimo hugged his bird doll comfortably and fell asleep contentedly.
The next morning, when He Zhimo woke up and got out of bed, he didn't know why, but he always felt that his back bones were hard and itchy. He scratched them with his little hand, and a small feather fell from between his fingers.
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