It was already 3:30 in the afternoon when the little baby and the babies finished their pen-and-paper learning task, because Doudou and Yueyue both wanted the words they had written.

The little boy simply gave them the notebook and pen, and walked up to Song Lianqing, holding his knees with his two little hands, looking at him with bright eyes, "Dad, let's play chess together~"

Mu Qingji conducted a hacker technology search based on the news. When he found out that Xiaonaituanzi was the most popular kid in the variety show "The Trainee Dad's Growth Diary", he quit the hacker technology and immediately started the live broadcast.

As soon as he opened the live broadcast, he saw the scene of the little girl acting coquettishly towards Song Lianqing. He paused, a little puzzled, and searched on the split screen.

While Mu Qingji was trying to find out the reasons why little Naitianzi called Song Lianqing dad, little Naitianzi started playing chess with Song Lianqing in the house.

Qi Xiangyu and other intern dads were watching from the side. The fat boy didn't understand what was going on, so he went to play in the yard. Chaochao also went there, and the little girls started playing house again.

After Mu Qingji knew the whole story, he enlarged the split screen and silently watched the little kid playing chess with Song Lianqing on the screen.

The little boy looked at the chessboard with his big, sparkling eyes. He held a black chess piece in his white and tender little hand, and the other hand was placed neatly on his knee. After Song Lianqing placed the white piece, he frowned, puffed up his cheeks and thought for a moment, then placed the black piece on the board.

"The little guy is quite smart," Gu Linchen looked at Song Lianqing, smiled and reminded him softly, "Lianqing, if you make a wrong move in the next game, you will lose."

Song Lianqing looked up at Gu Linchen, then raised his eyebrows slightly, fixed his gaze on the chessboard again, thought for a moment, then took out a black piece from the chess box and placed it on the chessboard.

When everyone saw the position where Song Lianqing placed his chess piece, they all touched their chins and thought for a long time. The position where Song Lianqing placed his chess piece seemed to have brought the game to a dead end.

Everyone looked at the serious-looking little girl. They were very curious about how she would break this game? Or would she be unable to break this game and would she just have to admit defeat?

Song Lianqing looked at the little boy's frowning brows and chuckled. He smiled and reminded him softly, "Baby, you have to think carefully before making this move, otherwise Dad will win today, understand?"

After hearing this, the little kid nodded seriously. His cute little face became more serious because of his little master's seriousness. He lowered his head and carefully observed the positions of the black and white pieces on the board. His little fur shook, as if he was collecting signals for his little master.

Mu Qingji looked at the little kid on the screen who was radiating excellence and cuteness all the time. The image of the little kid lying in his arms and calling him brother in a baby voice appeared in front of his eyes. After this image disappeared, the words that Chu Jinhan had said to him appeared in his mind again.

[That string of blue beads is what your mother asked you to give to her future daughter-in-law. Don’t lose it.]

The tips of Mu Qingji's ears turned slightly red, and he looked at the beads on the little girl's wrist with a gloomy gaze. His eyes darkened and the thoughts in his mind became more determined.

"Xiao Ji, Xiao Ji, my uncle will have a dinner party soon. Please pack up and come with me. I will introduce you to some of my friends on the road."

The voice arrives before the person does. This refers to Chu Jinhan. His shouts come from far away and get closer. He shouts as he walks, fearing that Mu Qingji can't hear him or understand him. He shouts once before he sees him and again after he sees him. It's long-winded but reasonable, unreasonable but with reasons.

Mu Qingji turned off the live broadcast of "The Trainee Dad's Diary" as usual, stood up from the computer and turned to walk towards the cloakroom. His cloakroom was filled with uniform black and white clothes.

And they were all wearing suits. Although he was only ten years old, he was five centimeters taller than his peers and looked like a junior high school student. However, the clothing he wore was very inappropriate for his age. But it didn't matter. After all, in this industry, there were mostly banquets, so it was okay to dress more formally.

As for school, although his clothes are still black and white, they look more youthful than a suit. Of course, his youthfulness is almost overshadowed by his gloomy eyes and cold expression.

Most children who grow up in a family full of fighting are like him now. They don’t have much expectation for this world. They just stay because of some warmth they touch inadvertently. They continue to live in this world, tossing and turning, and struggling. This is actually very difficult.

"Xiao Ji, are you picking out clothes?"

Chu Jinhan walked into Mu Qingji's room and found that he was not there, so he guessed that he was in the cloakroom, so he walked in. When he saw him looking at his clothes, he smiled and said:

"Our Xiao Ji is so handsome that he looks good in anything he wears, but he has to dress a little more handsomely today. Someone will bring their sister or daughter to the dinner party later. I'm sure you'll be popular with your looks. Try..."

"Uncle," Mu Qingji turned around and looked at Chu Jinhan who was talking more and more outrageously. His eyes were gloomy and cold. There was no ups and downs in his voice. It was so calm that it was frightening. "I'm only ten years old."

Chu Jinhan paused for a moment, knowing that the boy was angry. In order to change the subject, he walked up to Mu Qingji with an incredulous look on his face, pulled his arm and turned it left and right, speaking in an exaggerated tone.

"Xiao Ji, you're already this tall at the age of ten? Then when you're seventeen or eighteen, you'll be about 1.8 meters tall! Not bad, not bad, Xiao Ji, you must work hard to grow."

Mu Qingji: "..."

"Xiao Ji, take your time to change. Your uncle is waiting for you downstairs. Don't worry."

Chu Jinhan patted Mu Qingji's shoulder, then walked out of his bedroom. Mu Qingji watched Chu Jinhan leave in silence. Only after the door closed did he retract his gaze and continue to pick clothes.

Chu Jinhan, who had just left the bedroom, stood on the corridor fence and silently took out a cigarette. He sighed, lit it, took a puff and said with emotion, "Alas, when my sister was Xiao Ji's age, she had changed boyfriends several times. This little guy has obviously become smart, so why does he get angry every time I mention this?"

Chu Jinhan really couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it and went downstairs while smoking a cigarette. Mu Qingji had changed his clothes and turned on the live broadcast again. At that time, the little boy was no longer playing chess. He was holding Song Lianqing's hand, jumping and skipping on the country road. Beside him were Qi Xiangyu and the little fat man, and not far away were tea pickers.

Four people were walking on the road, the children were chatting with each other, and the adults occasionally looked at each other, seeing deep love in each other's eyes. This moment was very beautiful.

Mu Qingji took out his mobile phone and looked at the chat content in the WeChat chat interface that ended with him and did not continue. He pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time, then sent him a message.

【Mu Qing Ji】: Is there anything you want to eat?

After sending the message, Mu Qingji looked at the computer screen again. The little boy had stopped looking at his phone. His eyes were sparkling. The content of his phone could not be seen under the camera, only a thick mosaic. This was also for the protection of the baby's privacy. Song Lianqing did not read his chat content, but waited for him beside him.

[Guoguo]: Brother~Little Candy is not hungry now. Brother is eating, so did you think of me?

【Guo Guo】: Picture [Little Milk Ball Selfie Expression Pack, saying thank you~]

Mu Qingji decisively collected the emoticons and replied to his message. He looked at him on the screen and touched his little head unconsciously, although he couldn't feel the reality at all.

[Mu Qingji]: No, I just want to buy you something. What do you want to eat or what do you want?

[Mu Qingji]: I can buy anything for you. It’s a thank you gift. Don’t feel embarrassed.

[Guoguo]: No need~ Thank you, brother. Little Candy is recording a program~ I’ll chat with you in the evening.

After replying this sentence, the little boy turned off the screen of his phone. He held Song Lianqing's hand again, looked up at Song Lianqing and said, "Dad, let's go over there and take a look."

"OK."

Song Lianqing rubbed the little boy's head, then smiled and led him in the direction he pointed. The little boy became lively and cheerful again. When he jumped up, his little fat was shaking and his little voice was so cute.

Mu Qingji looked at the happy little kid on the screen, remained silent for a moment, then turned off the live broadcast, put away his phone, and walked out of the bedroom.