Little Candy sat on the ground, his little paws unconsciously grabbing the soft ball of fur in his pajamas pocket. Grape's big eyes were fixed on the chessboard on the table, his little brows were furrowed, and with a serious face he took a small black chess piece and placed it on the chessboard.

"Hmm? I'll go!"

Ran Feng looked at the five black pieces in a line on the chessboard. He was stunned for a long time before he reacted. He picked up Little Candy and kissed her cheek several times.

"Oh my god, my baby boy, you are so smart. I have used all my IQ but still can't beat you. My baby, you are so cute."

"With your IQ, you still want to adopt him? Dream on!"

As soon as Song Lianqing came out of the kitchen with hot milk, he saw Ran Feng bullying his son madly. He frowned and rushed over aggressively, hugged his son with one hand, and looked at his face with sarcasm.

"You should go back and improve your IQ first. You can't even beat a four-year-old baby at Gobang. I'm ashamed of your teacher!" Time flies, and soon it's time.

Ran Feng: "..." Fuck, how dare you attack me personally? I provoke you!

Little Candy hugged Song Lianqing's neck, rubbed the saliva on her cheek on his clothes, and looked at Ran Feng seriously, naively and innocently.

"Uncle Ran Feng, don't kiss Little Candy so many times next time. Mommy said there are bacteria in adults' saliva. Little Candy needs to take care of daddy and can't get sick."

Song Lianqing was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Hahaha, idiot, did you hear that? My son dislikes you!"

Ran Feng: "..." My heart is broken, I am so sad that I am biting my handkerchief. So love will disappear, right? My dear son.

"Come on, drink the milk and go to bed."

Song Lianqing handed the hot milk to little Tangguo, who said thank you in a baby voice before taking the milk and drinking it in one gulp. There was a circle of milk stains around his pink little mouth, and his big watery eyes and trembling little fat made him so adorable.

Ran Feng was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Song Lianqing wiped the milk stains off Little Candy and stuffed the quilt into Ran Feng's arms. "Wash the cup and get out of here. I'm going to tell Little Candy a story."

Ran Feng: "..." I'm not your slave!

"Dad, my sister said we are going to take a big airplane tomorrow, is that true?"

Little Candy stuck to Song Lianqing, blinking her big eyes and asking him questions in a baby voice. She smelled like milk, which made people want to hug her and take a few deep breaths, but Song Lianqing held back. He was not yet so cruel as to be so crazy, although he really wanted to do so.

"Yes, I have to go to the live broadcast recording site tomorrow."

"Ohh! Candy knows."

Little Tangguo did know about it, but he didn't understand what live recording was. However, he didn't ask in detail after so many days of getting along with each other.

Little Tangguo discovered that as long as she asked too many questions and got to the bottom of things, Song Lianqing would lose his patience. Getting angry was a small matter. The main problem was that he was prone to getting sick. So he usually just stopped at the right time. She didn't know if he was too smart or too sensible.

Song Lianqing rubbed Tangguo's little head, put him on the bed, and straightened his pajamas. "Come, lie down under the quilt. Daddy will tell you the story of the little dinosaur today."

"Okay~"

When Little Candy heard the word "Little Kong", her eyes lit up and sparkled as if they were merged into thousands of stars.

Song Lianqing tucked in little Tangguo, picked up a children's book and began to tell him a story. After a week of getting along, Song Lianqing had a certain foundation in taking care of children. Although he was not particularly familiar with storytelling, it was enough for taking care of the well-behaved little Tangguo.

This should be attributed to the fact that little Tangguo is sensible and easy to take care of. He can fall asleep on his own without being coaxed. Many times Song Lianqing feels that even if he doesn't exist, he can take care of himself. It's just the difference between a good or bad living standard.

Before the story was over, Little Tangguo yawned softly, closed her eyes and fell asleep. Song Lianqing stopped reading, put the book on the bedside table, leaned over and gently kissed Little Tangguo on the forehead.

"Good night, little one."

“Pah.”

Song Lianqing left the dim bedside lamp on for Little Candy, turned off the bedroom light, and left the bedroom to take medicine. He saw Ran Feng still sitting on the sofa and frowned, "Why are you still here? Didn't Lu Xiangwan ask you to go back and pack your luggage?"

"I have packed it a long time ago. I also brought a lot of snacks that Xiao Tangguo likes, as well as his favorite toys."

Ran Feng sounded a little proud when he said this. Song Lianqing didn't bother to pay attention to him. He just drank water and flushed the medicine in his mouth into his esophagus. He frowned and drank a lot of water.

"Brother Song, you have to prepare medicine in your current condition, so as not to scare Little Candy when you get sick. Besides, this is a global live broadcast, and the global audience is watching. There will be some trolls who are slandering you, so don't let them catch you."

When Ran Feng said this, he suddenly remembered that day when he came here, Song Lianqing suddenly fell ill. He madly swept everything on the table to the ground, and beat himself with his fists, which scared Little Candy. The little guy stood beside him at a loss and called him, and trembled when he was yelled at.

Ran Feng wanted to run over and kick Song Lianqing away at that time, but before he could do anything, little Tangguo got the courage from where she just rushed over, hugged him, touched his head, blew air into him, and shouted in a crying and baby voice, "Daddy, it doesn't hurt!" and flew away. Ran Feng was shocked and scared when he saw this.

Fortunately, Song Lianqing realized that the little thing he was holding was fragile and easily hurt. After resisting the urge to throw it away, he gradually calmed down.

"That was an accident," Song Lianqing put the cup down, his words heavy, "there won't be a next time."

Ran Feng nodded and said seriously, "It's ok to have a next time. My baby son hates me so much that I can adopt him naturally. Oh hahaha... Ouch!"

“Go to hell!”

Ran Feng, who was too proud of himself, was slapped by Song Lianqing and fell to the sofa. Ran Feng collapsed on the sofa, doubting his life.

Song Lianqing looked at his red palms and thought, it doesn't hurt much, was I hit too lightly?

Ran Feng: Be a human being! Bastard!