Song Lianqing sat on the sofa, his hands crossed on his knees, looking at the glutinous rice dumpling sleeping in the sofa with a gloomy face and heavy eyes.

The little boy was lying on the soft sofa with his butt sticking up, snoring softly with a milky scent. Maybe it was because of the wrong posture, his cheeks had become red, and his chubby little hands were tightly clutching the sofa cushion. He was sleeping soundly and forgetting himself. If he turned over at this moment, he would definitely fall off the sofa.

At this moment, there was only one adult, Song Lianqing, in the living room of the villa. Ran Feng was settling the cats and dogs brought by Xiao Tangguo, while Lu Xiangwan was buying children's supplies and food for the cats and dogs in the supermarket. Song Lianqing was forced to take on the responsibility of taking care of the cubs.

Little Tangguo fell asleep on the way back to the villa. Ran Feng carefully carried him upstairs. He originally wanted to carry him to the bedroom, but was stopped by Song Lianqing, a guy with mysophobia and bipolar disorder. There was no choice but to let him sleep on the sofa for the time being.

Little Candy was not at ease after sleeping on the sofa. He was sleeping quietly at first, but after a while, he put his feet on the back of the sofa. After a while, he turned over and lay on his side. After a while, he lay flat on his back with his head tilted back, with his little head almost hanging to the ground. He was very congested, probably because he was uncomfortable. After a while, he turned over again and slept on his stomach with his butt sticking up.

Song Lianqing has been staring at Little Tangguo with a frown on his face since he saw her lying on the sofa. He doesn't do anything and no one knows what he is thinking.

"call……"

Little Tangguo seemed to feel uncomfortable lying there, so he took a deep breath and turned over. In his sleep, he didn't know that he would fall off the sofa if he turned over, so his turning over scared Song Lianqing who was staring at him. He stood up almost instantly, bent down to support him, and pushed him in without any gentleness.

With this push, Little Candy was woken up. Song Lianqing felt as if he was facing a great enemy, and he froze in place. He had already imagined the scene of a child crying loudly through the sky.

However, the little kid who was woken up did not cry. He just rubbed his eyes with his little fists, supported himself on the sofa with his little hands and sat up before opening his eyes dazedly. When he saw Song Lianqing standing in a strange posture with one hand raised, his sleepiness was scared away.

"Uncle, who are you?" Little Candy propped herself up and sat on the sofa, tilting her head back and blinking at Song Lianqing, her big grape eyes full of curiosity, "Where's the other uncle?"

Little Candy looked around and saw everything was unfamiliar, which made him feel a little overwhelmed. However, he was very strong and did not cry. Instead, he turned around to look at his uncle who looked not very well, blinked his eyes, and called him softly and carefully, "Uncle?"

Song Lianqing finally came to his senses, withdrew his hand with a little embarrassment, sat back on the sofa, and looked at the little kid opposite him. He felt confused and surprised. How could he not be scared to tears by me?

"Hello uncle~ I'm Little Candy, who are you?"

Little Candy felt that although Song Lianqing looked fierce, she did not sense any malice from him, so she waved her chubby little hands at him and smiled innocently. Her pair of big grape-sized eyes were bright and lively, as if they could speak.

Song Lianqing looked at the little baby in front of him who was smiling innocently. For some reason, his heart seemed to be tickled by something. It didn't hurt, but it was a little itchy. This feeling made him want to reach out and pinch the little Tangguo's soft cheek. At the same time, it also reminded him of the soft touch of his fingers when he was supporting him just now.

This little glutinous rice dumpling really looks like a glutinous rice dumpling. It is soft all over and seems like it would be crushed with a slight pinch.

"This is my home. Who named you? A boy... a boy, and you call yourself Little Candy. It sounds so effeminate! It's so ugly!"

Song Lianqing pinched his fingers, not knowing how he should get along with a child. He had already decided not to go on that baby-raising program. Given his current situation where he could fall ill at any time, it would be useless even if he found a child who would not be scared to tears by his appearance. In the end, the child would still be scared when he fell ill. It would be better not to go. What's more, what use would it be for him to become famous by relying on a child, except to prove that he was a loser?

Little Candy's shoulders shook when Song Lianqing yelled at him, and the smile on his little face disappeared visibly. He lowered his head and clicked his fingers, looking a little aggrieved and a little sad. He didn't understand what the word "sissy" meant, but he understood what the word "unpleasant" meant.

Little Candy is the name his mother gave him. First, because he likes to eat candy; second, because candy is sweet, and his mother hopes that his life will be happy and full of sweetness; third, because candy is hard when it is cold and melts when it is warm, his mother hopes that he will become a strong, brave, and kind person, so his name is not bad!

Little Candy clasped her hands but didn't cry. Although her voice became smaller, she still argued with Song Lianqing firmly, "Little Candy's name is not bad."

Song Lianqing looked at Little Candy with her lips pouted and eyes red, and heard what he said, thinking that he was going to cry. His brows became solemn, and his tone unconsciously became heavier, "Don't cry, if you dare to cry I will beat you up."

Little Candy was startled by Song Lianqing's sudden roar, and looked up at him blankly, his big grape-like eyes soaked in mist and watery. At this moment, he pouted his lips and puffed up his cheeks, stubbornly refusing to let the golden beans fall, wanting to cry but not crying, and looked even more aggrieved.

Song Lianqing looked at him and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. He was at a loss for a moment. He pulled a pack of tissues from the coffee table and stuffed them into his arms, looking awkward. "Wipe it yourself. I won't serve you."

After saying this, Song Lianqing turned around and went into the house, leaving little Tangguo a lonely little baby holding a pack of tissues, blinking her big eyes blankly. It took her a long time to reach out to wipe away the tears that were about to fall, and doubts began to arise in her little head again.

This uncle is so weird. Little Candy obviously just came to see his dad, why did he prick me? Also, what is pricked thick? Is it pricked thick with needles? Can I eat it?

Little Candy took a deep breath, he really couldn't figure it out, and sighed. His sigh sounded like a baby voice. When he sighed, his little body trembled and it looked like he was choking from the side. Coincidentally, at this time, Ran Feng, who had settled the little animals, came back.

"Oh! My baby... Ugh! My sweet little Candy, why are you crying? Did Song Lianqing wake you up? Did he scare you and make you cry again?"

Without saying a word, Ran Feng quickly ran to the sofa and hugged Little Candy in his arms. Perhaps he was too nervous and panicked, and he blurted out the truth. Fortunately, he didn't finish his words. He quickly changed his words, patted Little Candy's back, and gently asked him the reason.

"Susu, little Candy is not crying~ Don't worry, Susu, little Candy is fine!"

Little Candy's voice was so soft and she was clearly crying, but she still said something strong to comfort Ran Feng. That moment melted Ran Feng's heart, and the distressed feeling made him want to hit Song Lianqing, but the last bit of reason held him back. He could not abandon his future just to teach a fool a lesson.

Fool Song Lianqing: Are you polite?