"Daddy, you're not planning to take me to a deserted place and abandon me, are you?"
Huo Qin: "...?"
What's going on in this little guy's head all day?
When Chaochao looked up and saw the man's face go blank for a moment, and that he didn't deny it immediately, her dark eyes widened even more, and she even staggered back a step.
The amusement park dog, who was leaning against her, lost its support and slammed its head against the ground with a thud, but no one paid any attention.
In the blink of an eye, the little dumpling, possessed by a dramatic spirit, underwent a complete transformation, exuding the broken feeling of a heroine with a tragic childhood from a Qiong Yao drama.
Could it be that Daddy really...?
The little girl hugged her only support—her small backpack containing food—with her round almond-shaped eyes fixed on him, as if afraid that Huo Qin would disappear in the blink of an eye.
From the moment Chaochao made her startling remarks until now, Huo Qin, who had remained silent, twitched the corner of his mouth. A crack appeared on the usually indifferent face of President Huo, who was unmoved even in the face of a collapsing mountain.
"...People will be here in a bit, how are we going to get rid of it?"
His voice carried a hint of helplessness.
Chao Chao said with certainty, "Of course, it's easier to lose things when there are more people around."
As she spoke, she described it with such confidence that, just like in a TV drama, he disappeared into the crowd in a few swift movements, and then she became a helpless little girl with no father to rely on!
Huo Qin's familiar headache returned: "..."
He lightly tapped her forehead with his long, slender fingers, being careful not to flick her head any harder.
Chaochao's head tilted back slightly uncontrollably from the flick, and she looked completely bewildered by Huoqin's sudden "attack" as he bent over.
The intensity is just right; it leaves you dazed but not brain-damaged.
She belatedly reached out and touched her forehead.
Just now...it seems she was shot?
Huo Qin casually withdrew his finger, took the hand of the bewildered little dumpling, and walked forward. His calm voice contained a barely perceptible hint of self-abandonment.
"What good would it do to abandon you? I'd complain that you eat too much at home, that you diligently loosen the soil in the garden every day, rain or shine, that you watch cartoons on time every day without ever being late or leaving early, that you argue with that chubby little bird every few days, or that you almost turned the house into a zoo full of birds?"
His dark eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze silently falling on the top of Chaochao's head, his tone rising absentmindedly: "If I lose you, where will I find such a sweet and adorable little fool like you?"
The system was dumbfounded and utterly astonished.
What a huge sugar-coated bullet!
Chaochao followed her father in a daze, her other little hand still covering her forehead. She was thinking about what Huo Qin had just said. A look of relief appeared on her fair face, but the next second she fell into serious thought.
Daddy seemed to be praising her, but upon closer inspection, something seemed off.
Chaochao felt like she was the stinky tofu that Sister Xiaoqing often talked about, described as both fragrant and smelly.
...But Daddy says she's a "cute and sweet little thing"!
That's a compliment to her!
The little dumpling, who had decided to ignore the word "stupid" on her own initiative, generously decided not to hold it against her dad. Faced with the "praise" from her own father, she even shyly declined, saying, "Oh... I'm not as good as you say, Dad."
Although that's what she said, the proudly raised chin and the hint of arrogance in her almond-shaped eyes seemed to be saying—of course, it's a blessing for Daddy to be his baby, hehe.
Huo Qin, who saw right through her, pursed his lips, suppressing a smile.
"Daddy, we really won't be separated, right?"
Chaochao, who had been feeling proud, suddenly raised her head and asked Huo Qin to confirm again with great seriousness.
The little dog sitting at my feet imitated me, tilting its head back and barking.
Before Huo Qin could respond, the child turned his head back as if nothing had happened and hummed in a childish voice, "It's okay if I get lost, I'll go find Uncle Huang myself."
She has connections with the police!
She grumbled and adjusted her small backpack.
Finding a police officer will help you find your way home.
So if she gets lost, she will definitely run back on her own.
But what if... Daddy really doesn't want her anymore...
She didn't try as hard...
Huo Qin instantly understood the slightly melancholy and sad look in the child's eyes at the end, and a sharp pain gripped his heart.
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
A clerk from a nearby cartoon-themed convenience store jogged over, apologized, and carried the puppy away from the scene.
Huo Qin raised his hand and put the sun hat that had fallen onto the child's neck back on. His narrow, dark eyes were lowered as he quietly uttered, "If you don't come back, Aunt Ning will have to get rid of all the birds, pigs, sheep, and dogs at home, so that no one will take care of them."
Upon hearing this, the almond-shaped eyes beneath the creamy yellow brim widened to their limit: "?!?!"
Daddy, isn't there a saying that goes, "The calamity doesn't extend to Peppa Pig, Pleasant Goat, Lazy Goat... and the bunny!"
The little dumpling was immediately led by the nose by Huo Qin and blurted out, "No way!"
She was so anxious that she stammered, "I...I...don't touch them, I'll be right back, just wait for me."
Seeing the little dumpling's hurried and flustered appearance, Huo Qin slightly tugged at the corners of his lips, inevitably feeling a touch of sourness.
This is especially true for those non-human species, particularly the bird that has become a spirit.
He is the one who fears most being unloved.
His fingertips twitched slightly.
Then, calmly leading the little dumpling towards the spinning honey pot ahead, she said in a light voice, "You're not young anymore, take care of the family."
Chaochao didn't recognize who Huo Qin was talking about for a moment. It wasn't until she confirmed with the system several times that she believed it was about her. She emphasized, somewhat unconvinced, "Daddy, I'm only three years old."
They are so young!
Huo Qin: "Oh."
Chaochao: "..."
It felt like landing on cotton.
The staff at the facility entrance greeted visitors with smiles. During the short five-meter walk, I couldn't help but steal glances at the father and daughter behind me several times. Their careful movements betrayed a hint of excitement.
Oh my god, is this the VIP Plus member the park manager was talking about, the big client who booked the entire amusement park?
Wait, where have I seen this kid before?
Several thoughts flashed through her mind, and before she knew it, she had led the person to a rotating honey pot with a diameter of 1.5 meters.
Chaochao fell in love with this jar at first sight.
There's no other reason than that I felt the little bee depicted in the oil painting on the outside of the jar looked most like my beloved bee queen at home.
Seeing Chaochao lovingly touching the vibrant oil painting on the jar, the system, which understood her thoughts, inexplicably felt that its beloved baby was possessed by a certain Shiro, exuding a lesbian vibe.
"If you touch it again, it will develop a patina."
Huo Qin, who was waiting for her to sit down, said coolly.
unexpectedly--
"Oh, can I take it to go?"
The little dumpling, clinging to the rim of the jar, immediately raised its bright eyes.
Huo Qin: "..."
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