Chapter 82 Youbao, when did you celebrate your birthday?
After listening to the cub's words, He Cong slowly and carefully took the extremely beautiful golden feather. He lowered his eyes and stared at the golden feather in his palm for a moment. The uneasiness in his eyes finally dissipated a little, and he said in a low voice, "Thank you, Youbao."
Shang You said softly, "You're welcome," and was about to zip up her backpack again when He Cong suddenly caught a glimpse of something familiar out of the corner of his eye.
Glancing sideways, the little phoenix plush hanging on Shang You's schoolbag was clearly the same birthday gift that Shang Youqing had given to He Zhimo before.
The only difference is that He Zhimo's little phoenix plush is wearing a bow tie, while Shang You's little phoenix has a sweet and cool little skateboard slung across its body.
Before He Cong could ask, Shang You followed his gaze and said, "Uncle He, this is a birthday gift from my mother. I can't lend it to you, Uncle He."
When He Cong heard the words "birthday present," his eyes moved slowly. Afraid of scaring little Youbao, he tried to speak calmly and gently, "What a coincidence, Youbao, when did you have your birthday?"
Shang You stretched out his little finger and tried to count, "It seems like it was last month..."
He Cong followed up on the little guy's question and asked directly: "Is it February 26th?"
Shang You raised his little face and was stunned for a second, "How did Uncle He know?"
He Cong gently bent two fingers and pressed against the golden feather in his palm, and slowly pressed the feather with his fingertips. He stared at the sweet and cute little face of Shang You, but his whole brain seemed to be empty for a moment for no reason, and it was buzzing.
Is this possible?
Didn’t Shang Youqing only give birth to He Zhimo back then?
No, why not?
What if Shang Youqing actually gave birth to twins but only left He Zhimo to him?
"Uncle He? Uncle He, what's wrong with you?"
He Cong gradually regained his composure. He remained calm and adjusted his breathing several times before he was able to speak again, "Youbao, your father...is not Mu Jiuhan?"
"Ah?" Shang You shook his head. "He is Youyou's uncle, not your father."
He Cong stared at Shang You closely, then asked in a hoarse voice, "Then who is your father?"
Shang You scratched his head and thought about it, looking a little confused. "Uncle He, I don't know either. Mom never told me this."
He Cong, who had been looking tense, suddenly lowered his head and laughed after hearing this.
really.
He guessed right.
Shang You didn't understand what was going on, so he just stared at him with wide eyes, even more worried. "Uncle He, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, Yuzu."
He Cong reached out and rubbed her head, his lips curved upwards more than ever before. He couldn't help but tell the cub in a gentle voice, "I just suddenly learned something very happy."
"What is it?"
He Cong looked at Shang You's facial features with soft eyes. He had never thought about it in this regard before. Now that he knew the truth, he looked at the little guy again. Shang You's eyes and nose were deep and straight, which clearly looked like him.
Was he blind before? He couldn't even recognize his own daughter.
He Cong scolded himself in his heart with great happiness, and he wanted to tell Shang You the truth right now.
But when he thought about the fact that Shang Youqing had not yet told Shang You that he was Shang You's father, he didn't know why Shang Youqing hadn't told Shang You, and he didn't dare to act rashly at this time and disrupt Shang Youqing's plan.
However, no matter what Shang Youqing was thinking, when she came back tonight, he would definitely settle accounts with Shang Youqing, and make Shang Youqing return the status and position that belonged to him no matter what.
Thinking this way, He Cong felt a little more confident and promised Shang You: "I will tell Youbao tomorrow at the latest."
At night, He Cong stayed by Xiao Youbao's bed, keeping an eye on the cub's body temperature while tightly clutching the golden feather in his hand, fearing that the color on it would fade.
But fortunately, the golden feathers maintained their golden luster throughout the whole day.
Around midnight, Shang Youqing came back, looking weathered. She tried to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake up the people in the house.
However, almost at the moment when she leaned sideways and pushed the door half open, a tall and heavy black shadow loomed over her. Before Shang Youqing could react, she was grabbed by the shoulders and pushed out of the door.
With the subtle sound of the door closing, Shang Youqing was pressed against the courtyard wall by the aggressive hot breath.
In the dark night, the man's lowered brows were filled with deep oppression, and his voice became deep and gloomy: "Shang Youqing, how dare you come back?"
Shang Youqing looked up at him warily, "...what?"
"Still playing dumb."
He Cong knew that he couldn't easily forgive her in less than half a minute this time, so he stared at his wife's slightly parted rosy lips, using great determination to resist the urge to kiss her fiercely. He continued to interrogate her cruelly in the corner of the courtyard wall on this dark and windy night, "Tell me, how long are you going to keep this secret from me?"
Shang Youqing's eyebrows twitched slightly when he heard this, "You... know everything?"
He Cong suppressed the corner of his mouth and pretended to be cold and stern: "Yes."
At this time, Shang Youqing didn't know that the two of them were not on the same channel at all, and she thought that He Cong really knew her plan.
Without having time to think, she raised her hand, hooked the back of He Cong's neck and pressed him towards herself, then kissed his thin, hot lips hard.
He Cong paused, obviously not expecting Shang Youqing to follow suit and use seductive tactics on him, which directly controlled him for several seconds.
He just reacted and pretended to struggle a bit, but in the next second, Shang Youqing's palm covering the back of his neck quickly injected a ray of spiritual power into it.
"Wife..."
He Cong only had time to call out vaguely before his eyelids slowly drooped and his whole body fell down.
Shang Youqing struggled to help him into the house. Knowing that the spiritual power would only put He Cong into a coma for a few minutes, she laid him on the bed and picked up Shang You, who had just been awakened by the noise of her entering the house. "Let's go, baby."
Shang You hugged Shang Youqing's neck in a daze, opened her sleepy eyes wide, and said, "Mom... where are we going?"
He turned his head and looked at He Cong who was lying on the bed and sleeping. "Aren't you taking Uncle He with you?"
"Well, I can't take him."
Shang Youqing said this, took one last look at He Cong, pursed his lips, and a strong reluctance still welled up in his heart.
So, without caring that Shang You was still watching, he couldn't help but bend down, raised his hand to lift up his face, and gave him another big kiss on the lips.
She kissed him harder than ever before.
She bit the corner of the human's lip until it bled, then gently and delicately wiped it with the thumb that was pinching his slender jaw, and finally took a close look at his handsome and deep facial features.
Only then did he finally stand up, regain his calm expression, and leave with Shang You in his arms.
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