"Yes, it's nothing."
Chaochao believed it without hesitation.
She turned her head, her leisurely gaze returning to the television. A few seconds later, Ben Tuanzi sighed wistfully, as if she had something on her mind.
Even the last piece of cake on the plate didn't taste good anymore.
Although she was already quite full.
The little girl lying next to Huo Qin wobbled down from the sofa, took slow, weary steps past a stack of "mushroom" stones in the corner of the hall, past her proud display case, and even pushed open the side door to go into the garden, squatting by the grass and looking at the round, gray creature with loving eyes.
A gray magpie that had just finished eating and wanted to go to the toilet:
"..."
The chubby little bird, poised to pounce in the grass, stiffened its body and turned its head to steal a glance at the little dumpling.
Chaochao, who was observing quietly, tilted her head and looked back, casting a firm and encouraging glance at it.
Having just received special treatment and feeling quite guilty, Grey didn't dare to resist. When pushed to the limit, it could only open its beak in a pitiful manner: "Eek..."
I don't feel anything anymore, sob sob QAQ.
"It's okay, Grey, we'll take it slow."
Upon hearing the birdsong, the little dumpling immediately showed a regretful and affectionate expression. She stood up with her hands behind her back and slowly walked towards the side door, accompanied by a long, wistful sigh.
How can she rest easy in this family without her?
Huo Qin saw that the little dumpling was like a novice driver who had just taken his first driving test and got out of the car to walk around it, stopping and starting as he walked, and occasionally squatting down to mutter a few words to himself.
It looks like they'd fail the exam.
Huo Qin: "..."
About ten minutes later, the tour was nearing its end. After inspecting her precious possessions, Chaochao shuffled to the sofa in her slippers. Although she was already full, her little hand still instinctively reached for the plate.
It was as if the plate was an integral part of her body.
The little dumpling is reaching out its hand with a serious expression.
"I have to go on a business trip tomorrow."
The aloof and dignified man on the sofa suddenly spoke.
Chaochao was stunned. She withdrew her little hand and turned her head to look at Huo Qin.
Those clear, almond-shaped eyes blinked.
Three seconds later, it blinked again, then its eyes widened slightly.
"Daddy's leaving tomorrow?"
"Um."
The little dumpling standing in front of the coffee table suddenly fell silent, like a small statue shrouded in shadow.
Since Chaochao returned to the Huo family, Huo Qin has rarely traveled for work, and he has basically postponed most of his business trips to online meetings.
But soon, the small statue moved.
She breathed a sigh of relief, whether to someone else or to comfort herself, and waved her hand casually: "It's okay, will Daddy be back tonight? I'll wait for Daddy to come home."
Huo Qin didn't even lift his eyelids, his cold, jade-like fingertips lightly tracing the edge of the paper. "It will take two days."
"I'll also ask Aunt Ning to give me a cake—"
The little dumpling's chubby cheeks, which had been looking relaxed, suddenly froze. If it happened to be holding a small cake at that moment, it would definitely be a scene of "bang" and two deaths.
"It will take two days!"
Every time, her pupils dilated in disbelief.
Those previous business trips were only one day each, weren't they?
Those two trips were only possible because Huo Qindong used his private jet, without adjusting to the time difference or taking a break, and made the round trips in the same day.
None of these dynasties knew this.
She thought her dad's business trip was just like going to work in a distant place and coming back after get off work in the evening.
After a brief moment of confusion, a hazy mist emerged, shimmering with fragmented water droplets.
That last piece of cake held absolutely no appeal for her.
The little dumpling stood beside Huo Qinwei's long, slightly bent legs, her mouth involuntarily pouting, her eyes filled with intense reluctance as she looked at her father.
But Dad goes out to work to earn money.
And every time they came back from hunting, their poop would bring back some delicious treats.
Hmm...
Thinking about it this way, Chaochao seemed to feel a little relieved.
The little dumpling, whose eyes were filled with sorrow just a moment ago, suddenly softened, though still listless as if it only had half a breath left: "Okay—"
Huo Qin finally raised his dark eyes, his tone indifferent.
"You're allowed to go on a two- or three-day trip with Jiang Chi, but I'm not allowed to go on a business trip?"
When asked, Chaochao looked completely bewildered: "?"
Did she just say that?
The system, however, understood! It understood!
This chapter is titled "The Counterattack of Empty Nest Elderly"!
Although they didn't understand why their father would ask that question, the human baby, with its sensitive sense of smell, cautiously refrained from pursuing the matter further...
Even if there are special arrangements, Daddy usually tells her two days in advance, but this time—
Of course, a large part of it is because she lacks confidence.
The system, which firmly refused to admit that its child was being hypocritical, pondered for a moment, then pretended that the program had malfunctioned and that it hadn't heard anything.
"sure."
Chaochao lifted her head, which had been drooping unconsciously, quickly composed herself, and pounced on Huo Qin, hugging his arm tightly. Her sweet, childlike voice rang out, "Then I wish Daddy a happy business trip! Come back soon!"
Huo Qin: "..."
Who is truly happy at work?
The man responded with a soft, nonchalant voice, as if it were escaping from his throat, carrying a slight nasal tone, so light it seemed to drift away on the wind.
"Nothing to ask?"
The little dumpling shook its head first, hesitated for a while, and then nodded.
"Can Chaochao come along?"
She raised her expectant eyes.
But what greeted him was the man's three flat, emotionless words—"No."
Indifferent, merciless, and without any room for compromise.
Then I successfully captured a chubby little dumpling's back view.
Hmph, she doesn't care about going on business trips with her dad!
This standoff did not last long.
Until bedtime at night.
Huo Qin had someone clear the coffee table, and then, without changing his expression, picked up the bundle of children who were dozing off with their arms crossed.
Chaochao was sleepy, but the system wasn't.
It witnessed firsthand how President Huo carried Chaochao away like a dish.
Chaochao, still half asleep, brushed her teeth and washed her face. She found her familiar bed and rolled around comfortably for a while. Only when she lay on her back in bed did she belatedly realize that something was wrong.
Chaochao: "?"
Where did she originally come from?
She stared intently at the ceiling bathed in warm light.
A moment later, unable to resist the drowsiness, I yawned.
Then he slowly crawled into bed, covered himself with the blanket, his eyes half-closed, his expression a mixture of sigh and smile.
Let's talk about today's matters tomorrow.
Getting a good night's sleep is the most important thing.
Otherwise, they won't grow up...
If you never grow up...
Then I won't be able to earn money to support my dad...
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