moment.
Having had a wonderful time, Chaochao jumped out of the honey pot exit with great energy, her movements so agile that the staff couldn't catch her in time. "Hey... little one, little one—"
The child who landed safely immediately picked up the children's water bottle slung across his shoulder and gulped down a big mouthful.
Upon closer inspection, the kettle wasn't filled with water, but with freshly squeezed orange juice...
Hearing the staff member's abrupt stop calling out, Chaochao, who had put down her water bottle, looked over, blinked, and suddenly realized what was going on. Then she held up her short, chubby water bottle to them:
"Sister, do you want a drink too? It's on me."
"Ah, no, no..." The staff waved their hands repeatedly, because of the other party's enthusiasm and because of this somewhat embarrassing misunderstanding.
Although this juice looks really refreshing and thirst-quenching at first glance...
Chaochao's small stature is perfect for these children's facilities. Although the honey pot has been designed to be spacious enough within the safety range, it is inevitably a bit cramped for Huoqin, who has long arms and legs.
His long legs, which had been forced to be bent for so long, were tingling with numbness. He moved slightly and tried to get up, but then the numbness intensified.
Huo Qin: "..."
After having a friendly chat with the staff and making the young lady blush, little Chaochao finally noticed that Huoqin, who was usually quick, hadn't gotten off the jar plate yet.
She stopped in her tracks, having packed her water bottle and was ready to head to the next stop. The slight look of confusion she had just shown was immediately replaced by a look of understanding and relief.
The way he looked on with emotion was as if he were seeing his strict, self-disciplined, and unambitious father finally lying on the ground crying and begging for toys.
Although she already knew the answer in her heart, Chaochao still asked gently with a loving expression, "Daddy, what are you doing?"
Huo Qin, whose legs were actually numb and needed to rest, paused slightly, then calmly said, "...This honey pot is nice, it matches the bees you keep. You might want to put one at home."
Chaochao, letting it go in one ear and out the other, smiled and said, "Oh~"
Huo Qin, enveloped in the glow of care and about to drown: "..."
Seeing the little dumpling, he must have imagined something. The smile on his fair and delicate face became even more amiable. She pretended to be helpless as she tucked her hat back behind her head, shaking her head as she climbed toward the entrance of the jar.
The little dumpling's sweet voice carried a hint of domineering indulgence.
"Okay, okay, let's do three more laps... What, four laps?... Then let's do six more laps!"
Thinking that Daddy's silence meant he was unhappy, Chaochao happily kept increasing the amount, being very generous and magnanimous, after all, it was rare for her own daddy to be so willful.
The staff member next to her raised her hand to cover her mouth, unable to resist revealing a "Oh my god, she's so cute!" kind of maternal smile.
Just as Chaochao was about to step inside, Huo Qin, who had been sitting motionless inside, suddenly stood up, grabbed the hood of Chaochao's hoodie, and walked steadily out of the venue, along with the pot.
"Everyone's up already, why are you still playing here?"
Huo Qin rolled up the sleeves of his sweatshirt to his wrists, his beautifully sculpted forearms slightly taut. His long, narrow black eyes swept down, looking at someone who was truly reluctant to part, and he spoke softly.
The man walked with ease, showing no trace of the embarrassment he had felt earlier due to his numb legs; he simply brushed the matter aside.
but.
The little dumpling holding the pot was like a golden hamster that had just come off the running wheel, being lifted by the neck of fate and swaying in mid-air, its dark eyes still staring at the honey pot with a rather regretful look.
"Daddy, are you really not going to play anymore?"
"I already said I'd play with you."
She clicked her tongue, "Two more laps would be fine too."
Huo Qin: "Do I want to play, or do you want to play?"
The little dumpling's intentions were written all over its face, and it quickly changed its tune.
"Then Daddy, you play with me."
Huo Qin's gaze remained calm, indicating that he was not buying it.
"You've said that three times already."
"Oh..." Chaochao turned her head to look at him, "But Daddy, you didn't want to leave, didn't you? You just wanted to play, didn't you?"
The scariest thing is that this little kid actually started thinking, "If you don't want to play... then you just can't walk?"
Huo Qin, who was subtly touched on the spot: "..."
Five minutes later, a satisfied Chaochao straightened her little tuft of hair and took her first step into the jar with high spirits.
In the five minutes, she actually only played for four and a half minutes.
In the last half minute, she listened to Huo Qin's words and enthusiastically started counting the number of little bees on the wall. When she was halfway through the count, Chaochao looked back at Huo Qin with a suspicious expression.
The person who remained seated calmly raised an eyebrow. "Eight."
Chaochao suddenly paused, then scratched her head in confusion: "Huh, is this the eighth one already?"
Then, with an innocent look on his face, he turned back and continued counting.
system:"……"
The little dumpling is easily fooled, but the system isn't!
It had been observing Huo Zong's suspicious state for a long time, even suspecting that the great villain might have some unspeakable secret. After passing all the guesses, it suddenly had a guess, until it noticed Huo Qin, who came out behind Chao Chao, whose long legs trembled slightly the moment they landed.
system:"…………"
A domineering villain whose legs go numb suddenly seems more down-to-earth than someone who blows up the kitchen.
Leaving Honey Pot Paradise and returning to the central square, a completely different scene unfolds.
Chaochao held Huoqin's hand and walked forward, looking at the tourists coming and going around them. They walked in a hurry as if they were on a military campaign, but generally, they had very bright smiles on their faces, as happy as if they had won a five million lottery prize.
Her eyes widened in surprise: "Daddy, there are really more people now..."
After glancing down at the strategy document Lin Cheng had sent, Huo Qin put away his phone and said, "Maybe it's because everyone's already up."
Upon hearing this, Chaochao silently lowered her head and looked at her phone watch.
But it's almost noon.
Is it true that adults can sleep in late?
But why does Daddy get up so early every day?
Huo Qin, who had just fooled the little dumpling, said, "Want to play more..."
He looked down and met her loving gaze.
“Daddy…” she sighed, “Your parents, his parents, you are different.”
Huo Qin: "...?"
Did he finally lose track of this little dumpling's thought process one day?
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