Chapter 889: Moving Back Home to Live with My Daughter
Zhou Heyu looked at the scar nervously. Although it had healed for a long time and was pink, he should not feel any pain.
But he still couldn't control his emotions and asked excitedly: "Brother Feng, were you injured before? Why is there a scar here?"
"Left over from when my daughter was born."
Feng Jing straightened his clothes and raised his eyes to meet Zhou Heyu's burning eyes.
"Are you surprised? I am fertile, but I just haven't told you before."
Feng Jing's voice was very calm, as if he was stating a commonplace matter.
But it caused a huge uproar in Zhou Heyu's heart.
He could hardly control his emotions: "Brother Feng, you...you..."
Zhou Heyu rubbed his face fiercely with both hands, trying to calm himself down: "You can give birth to his child, so you must care about him very much."
Only if you really care about someone will you be willing to give birth to that person's child.
"I can't answer this question for you right now."
Feng Jing sat back in his boss's chair: "If you can't accept the fact that I gave birth to a child, I can pretend that what you said before about wanting to be with me never happened."
"I don't care."
Zhou Heyu held Feng Jing's hand and explained urgently, "No matter what happened in the past four years, my feelings for you have never changed. Your daughter will always be my daughter, and we will raise her together."
Feng Jing finally understood Yinyin's feelings.
There was a reason why the little princess was so angry when she came back from the airport.
Zhou Heyu is so infuriating!
He hinted so clearly, but this silly boy never thought that the daughter was his.
Feng Jing felt a tightness in his chest. He was too lazy to pay attention to Zhou Heyu and didn't want to explain so much to him.
Zhou Heyu saw that he looked unhappy and thought that he had said something wrong and made him unhappy.
He sat down beside Feng Jing and said cautiously, "Brother Feng, I'm going to check the documents."
Feng Jing responded and returned to his work.
The busy day is coming to an end soon.
When getting off work, Zhou Heyu asked, "Brother Feng, what does the little girl like to eat? How about I cook tonight?"
"She usually has dinner after coming back from kindergarten." Feng Jing picked up the car keys. "She should be practicing the piano at this time."
Zhou Heyu: "So what does she like to do?"
Feng Jing: "Playing with dolls."
Zhou Heyu: "Girls seem to like dolls."
Feng Jing: "Everyone in the family loves her, and she's been spoiled. She doesn't have a very good temper."
"She is still young and will gradually become sensible."
Zhou Heyu thought of the little girl he met at the airport.
She is so beautiful, but has such a terrible temper.
With assistants and so many bodyguards around her, she must be the daughter of a Kyoto chaebol or wealthy family.
Back to the villa,
The servant came forward and took the coat from Feng Jing's hand: "Mr. Feng, you're back!"
When he saw Zhou Heyu, he asked, "Is this Mr. Zhou? Assistant Chen told me when he came to deliver the luggage. I have packed the room. It's in the guest room on the third floor."
Zhou Heyu looked at Feng Jing, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
He wanted to live with Feng Jing, but the servant prepared a guest room for him.
Feng Jing seemed unaware of the longing in his eyes. He looked at the servant and asked, "Is the young lady back?"
"I'm back, upstairs."
The servant said, "Mr. Feng, the young lady likes the clothes and hairpins you bought for her very much."
Feng Jing's eyes flashed with doubt: "I didn't buy her anything."
He glanced at Zhou Heyu beside him and asked, "Did you buy this?"
"Always bring her something when you first meet her."
Zhou Heyu didn't see Feng Jing's daughter in the living room. "Can I see the little girl?"
"I'll go upstairs and call her down."
Feng Jing went to the second floor.
Zhou Heyu was waiting downstairs.
Ten minutes later, Feng Jing came down, but he was alone.
Zhou Heyu asked: "Brother Feng, your daughter..."
"She's throwing a tantrum." Feng Jing raised his hand and rubbed his brow, sighing, "Someone made her angry yesterday, and she still remembers it. She's quite vindictive. I've spoiled her."
"It doesn't matter. Let's meet again when she calms down."
Zhou Heyu knew that it was not easy to get children to accept him.
He was prepared to be a stepfather and was mentally prepared.
The servants prepared dinner.
While eating, Feng Jing said, "There are no servants at home during the day. They only come to prepare dinner at night."
Zhou Heyu: "Actually, I can also prepare dinner."
Feng Jing: "You just returned to China and haven't been assigned a specific job yet. Once you officially accept your assignment, you won't have as much free time as you do now."
Zhou Heyu hesitated to speak: "Brother Feng, can I be your assistant?"
Feng Jing laughed and said, "Do you want to destroy Chen Yuan's job?"
"That's not the case. I just want to be closer to Brother Feng."
"If you were my assistant, and we were in the same office together every day, do you think I would still be able to focus on my work?"
Feng Jing approached Zhou Heyu and whispered in his ear, "Can we still use the office for work? I'm afraid it can only be used for other purposes."
Zhou Heyu's eyes were burning, and he moved his lips: "What is the purpose?"
"You know the answer but you still ask."
Feng Jing reached out and teased her.
Zhou Heyu quickly grabbed his wrist and said with a red face: "No, don't do it yet!"
"I just touched you, are you too sensitive?"
Feng Jing's half-smile stirred Zhou Heyu's heart.
His cheeks flushed slightly and his eyes flickered a little panickily.
But the fingers holding Feng Jing's wrist were strong and powerful.
When Feng Jing wanted to withdraw his hand, the bony hand stubbornly held him back.
"Brother Feng, I want to sleep with you tonight."
Zhou Heyu still had his eyes downcast, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but his tone was extremely firm.
"You should sleep in the guest room."
Feng Jing pulled his fingers again, but found that he still couldn't move them.
"I want to sleep with Brother Feng."
Zhou Heyu held Feng Jing's hand tightly, as if the man beside him would disappear if he let go.
Feng Jing smiled helplessly: "You have improved a lot in the past four years. You have learned to be persistent."
Zhou Heyu has indeed learned a lot in the four years since he was away. He learned to be persistent because he was afraid of losing Feng Jing again.
Whenever he thought of Feng Jing being with other people, he felt as if a piece of his heart was being cut out, causing him excruciating pain.
But compared to sadness and loss, it seems so insignificant.
As long as Feng Jing stays by his side, this is his greatest luck and happiness.
After much persuasion from Zhou Heyu, Feng Jing agreed to let him sleep in the bedroom.
Zhou Heyu carried the suitcase into the bedroom and began to organize the clothes inside.
Feng Jing came to the princess's room,
Yinyin is sitting in front of the drawing board, painting watercolors.
Feng Jing stood at a distance and watched for a while. He clearly felt that the little princess was in a bad mood. The lines he drew seemed messy and chaotic, which was very different from his usual meticulousness.
He walked over, bent down and said to the little pink ball, "Is my little princess still angry?"
"I don't like Daddy."
Yinyin pouted and said, "I don't want him to live at home."
"Really?" Feng Jing said seriously, "Dad, let him go now."
Yinyin tilted her head and said after a moment of silence, "Will Daddy be left with nowhere to live?"
Feng Jing: "Maybe!"
Yinyin looked out the window and said, "It's getting dark. If Daddy has nowhere to go, will he be eaten by a big monster?"
Feng Jing: "Just eat it! Daddy can find another daddy for Yinyin."
"No! I want this daddy."
Yinyin's answer surprised Feng Jingting.
I had only shown Yinyin photos of Zhou Heyu before, and we only met officially yesterday at the airport.
But according to Yinyin's description, the meeting was very short.
Yinyin missed Zhou Heyu so much after just one meeting. This must be the bond of blood.
"Why is Yinyin so nice to him? Oh! Daddy is a little sad."
"Dad, don't be sad. I just think he's good-looking. In fact, in my heart, dad is the most important person."
“…”
Feng Jing smiled helplessly.
I thought it was a blood relationship, but it turned out to be the obsession of a beauty lover.
His daughter is quite similar to him in this respect.
It must be a family inheritance.
Yinyin put down her paintbrush and ran to the bathroom to wash her hands.
Feng Jing followed her and asked, "Do you like your new dress and hairpin?"
"I love it! Thanks, Dad!"
Yinyin washed the paint off her fingers, but there were some spots that were not covered.
Feng Jing bent down and washed her fingers.
"Those clothes and hairpins were not given by me. Your dad bought them especially for you."
"Then I don't like it."
Yinyin pouted and said, "I don't like it at all."
“…”
"I'm going to bed, goodnight, Dad."
Yinyin ran back to the princess's bed, lay down and prepared to sleep.
Feng Jing sat on the bed and said, "You really don't want to go see your dad?"
"He doesn't hug me, I don't like him."
Yinyin turned around and hugged the doll.
His face, as white as a dumpling, puffed up, and it was obvious that he was angry.
Feng Jing knew her temper. If he forced her to see Zhou Heyu, she would probably cry and make a fuss.
I was spoiled by him!
Feng Jing covered her with a blanket and said, "Go to sleep sweetly. Daddy and I will take you to school tomorrow."
"Dad, stay with me."
Yinyin turned around and hugged Feng Jing's arm.
Feng Jing's heart was melted by the cuteness, and he lay on the bed to coax her to sleep.
Yinyin leaned her little head on his shoulder, closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.
Feng Jing lowered his head and looked at her peaceful sleeping face, feeling a strong sense of happiness in his heart.
In the past, Jiang Yinhuai always liked to show off his daughter, and he often despised this kind of ostentatious behavior.
But now he has become this kind of person.
Zhou Heyu packed his suitcase and found that Feng Jing had not returned to the bedroom yet.
After asking the maid, I found out that Feng Jing had been staying in the children's room with his daughter.
Zhou Heyu did not disturb him and waited in the bedroom for a long time. As it was almost eleven o'clock, he really could not wait any longer.
After coming out of the bedroom, I wandered in the corridor.
After all, it was a girl's room, so he couldn't get too close and had to consider the child's privacy.
After waiting for a long time,
The door of the children's room finally opened from the inside——
Zhou Heyu walked over quickly and held Feng Jing's hand: "Little girl, are you going to bed so late?"
"She asked me to tell her a story, but I fell asleep halfway through."
Feng Jing said, "If I wasn't afraid of making you anxious, I wouldn't go back."
Zhou Heyu was not only anxious, he was also a little jealous.
The little girl could occupy Feng Jing unscrupulously, but he couldn't.
"dad!"
A childish voice sounded from the room, and soon a small figure ran out from the door.
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