At this moment, Cong Cong was also carried by Han Fei from the bathroom like a big horse.

Listening to Congcong's bursts of laughter in Han Fei's arms, except that he called out "uncle" instead of "father", what is the difference between this happy picture and his biological father and son,

If there is such a person......

In such an uneasy moment, Wang Rong's dry heart instantly expanded into a sea full of life, with sunshine and white clouds above her head and a blue sky, at this moment, she can really let go,

"Congcong, how can you mess around with your uncle, it's not big or small," Wang Rong said with a smile on her face.

"Sister Rong, today is Congcong's birthday, be happy," Han Fei said with a light smile,

Wang Rong smiled, and a happy tear flowed from the corner of her eyes: "Okay, be happy, let's come over for dinner,"

Wang Rong's dinner was exquisite, with a fresh peach cake on the table, a few candles on it, and three small plates and knives and forks on the side.

As for Han Fei and Wang Rong, each of them has a goblet with a bottle of high-end red wine, and three portions of fried veal steak and a large plate of red hairy crabs are quite classy.

Coupled with the various home-cooked dishes on the table like plum blossoms, the original high-end and ungrounded dinner party has a bit more homely taste, this table of meals is not only the embodiment of Wang Rong's cooking skills, but also shows her delicate thoughts.

There are no outsiders present at the moment, and this warm scene looks no different from a family of three.

Cong Cong then closed his eyes and held his hands without knowing what wish he made, when he opened his eyes, his white and tender little face was full of excitement and excitement, and after secretly glancing at Han Fei, he took a deep breath and blew out all the candles on the table,

"Congcong, tell your mother what you have promised," Wang Rong asked with a smile,

Congcong was brought up by Wang Rong, and the relationship between mother and son has always been very good, compared to his peers, Congcong is also very sensible and listens to Wang Rong's words, but tonight he didn't buy Wang Rong's account twice in a row.

"Don't, it won't work if you say it," Cong Cong said with a little adult look,

Wang Rong also couldn't cry or laugh: "But if you don't say it in your heart, the immortal uncles in the sky don't know Congcong's wrongs,"

Cong Cong frowned and shook his head and thought seriously for a while, and inadvertently saw Han Fei gnawing on a crab on the side, his eyes suddenly lit up,

"I'm going to tell my uncle, my uncle is Ultraman, he will fly to the sky, and he will help me tell Uncle Fairy," Cong Cong said excitedly,

Wang Rong glanced at Han Fei unexpectedly, she didn't expect him to become an outsider this time, Cong Cong didn't even want to tell him any secrets, it seems that Han Fei has his own way of coaxing children,

Congcong was lying in Han Fei's ear and covered his mouth and whispered: "Uncle, I want a father, you must help me tell Uncle Immortal, Dad doesn't hate Congcong, and he must be good to his mother, and Congcong will not be said to be a child without a father in the future,"

Maybe it's because the children in the kindergarten talk too much, plus some gossip from the teachers inside, Cong Cong is obviously ignorant about what the adult world knows.

When other children want remote control toys and go to the aquarium to play, he wants a father, who doesn't hate him, and who wants to be good to his mother.

Han Fei took a deep breath, and in the face of Wang Rong's curious gaze, he dodged a little, and then spoke: "Cong Cong, your wish Immortal Uncle already knows, he said that as long as you study hard every day and don't make your mother angry, your wish will come true,"

"Really," Satoshi asked excitedly,

"Of course it's true, let's eat well now, otherwise my mother will be angry," Han Fei changed the subject at the moment,

"Well, Cong Cong eats well, don't make my mother angry," Cong Cong said in a milky voice, and then brought a small scarf to eliminate the cake,

It was already half past seven o'clock in the evening when Congcong's birthday banquet ended, during which Wang Rong cleaned up the table quickly, and Han Fei sat on the sofa and continued to watch TV with Congcong.

The child was excited during the day, and after watching it for a while, he fell asleep in Han Fei's arms, Wang Rong came over and looked at his sleeping son with a gentle face,

"Sister Rong, why don't you take Cong Cong back to his room to sleep," Han Fei said,

"It's better for you to carry him into the room, people will stick to you today," Wang Rong said with a smile.

Han Fei then gently picked up Cong Cong, tiptoed into Cong Cong's bedroom, put Cong Cong on the bed and covered the quilt, the quiet moonlight shone in through the gap in the window screen, and saw Cong Cong's face with a layer of toddler fluff full of sweetness,

Just as Han Fei was about to go out, he inadvertently looked up and happened to see a children's painting of clothes hanging on the wall, with blue sky, white clouds and the sun on it, and a simple hut surrounded by green grass and fences on the ground.

At the front of the room are two abstract adults with a grinning child in the middle.,As for the mother, father and I marked on it, it's written in pinyin.,

can hang such a painting in the bedroom, obviously there is no help from Wang Rong, and I don't know how Wang Rong felt when she saw this painting.

When Han Fei returned to the living room, Wang Rong was brushing the dishes in the kitchen, originally Han Fei wanted to say goodbye directly, but seeing Wang Rong's appearance without greeting, it was obvious that he didn't plan to let himself go so early.

At this moment, Wang Rong is a virtuous woman living at home, although she is washing in the kitchen, she is also humming a small tune, obviously doing these family chores with a taste of happiness,

Han Fei thought about it, if he hadn't come to Congcong's birthday today, Congcong would have eaten at his grandparents' house, and Wang Rong himself would have come back after eating outside.

There is no permanent man in the house, and the kitchen is destined to be only a furnishing most of the time.

At this moment, Wang Rong suddenly screamed "ah", Han Fei's face changed, and he hurriedly rushed into the kitchen and said, "Sister Rong, what's wrong,"

"It's nothing, I was accidentally pricked by the pincers of the hairy crab," Wang Rong was saying, and a large piece of blood suddenly appeared on the white fingers.

"Look at you, why are you so careless when you're such a big person," Han Fei directly grabbed Wang Rong's finger and put it in his mouth after speaking, and sucked it,

Wang Rong's body trembled, from the first time she met Han Fei to now, it was the first time that they had such an intimate move.

"Ah Fei, there is a band-aid in the room, I'll go and bandage it myself," Wang Rong said,

"Then hurry up, fortunately, the wound is not big, just leave it to me in the kitchen," Han Fei said,

After washing the dishes and chopsticks and cleaning up the operating table, when Han Fei returned to the living room, Wang Rong had already changed into a yoga suit and came out.

In addition, the original loose hair is tied into a tall ponytail, the snow-white pink neck and seductive collarbone are exposed to the air, and the two full-colored underwear straps are stretched on the shoulders like art, which makes people want to move.

Especially Wang Rong's lower abdomen is smooth and there is no fat to be seen, obviously she usually practices yoga diligently to maintain her figure very well, and she can't tell that she is a person who has given birth to a child.

There was silence all around now, Han Fei looked at Wang Rong who came over, and only felt that Wang Rong was extremely charming at this moment, perhaps because Lin Keke had not come back for a long time, Han Fei only felt that a fire had grown in his lower abdomen, and an indescribable familiar pleasure instantly rushed to the cerebral cortex,

"You said that you have to look at the animal world with Congcong, and you must ask him what an alpaca is, why do I feel that my mind is not right," Wang Rong said naturally, and her face was flushed with anger,

Han Fei thought to himself that I was called an injustice, at that time, it was purely to match the atmosphere of the situation, who knew that Cong Cong's opening was the three words of grass and mud horse taught by his uncle,

Han Fei had already explained this before, but now that he wanted to speak again, it seemed that he really had a ghost in his heart.

"Sister Rong, are your hands okay?" asked Han Fei,

"It's just a small opening, I've already put a band-aid on it, but you, don't even sit on the sofa, are you going to leave so soon," Wang Rong looked at Han Fei with an indifferent smile, with a slight hint of bitterness in her smile,

Han Fei was also used to seeing Fengyue's holy hand, so he couldn't see the reluctance in Wang Rong's smile, and said hesitantly: "Sister Rong, don't I have to get up early to go to work tomorrow?"

In a word, it seems to be a shirk, but it puts the right to choose in Wang Rong's hands, if she boldly takes a step forward, Han Fei will naturally not be the kind of instigator who turns around and leaves.

"Then I'll give you half a day off, your salary will be paid as usual, and you won't be deducted from your full attendance, are you still in a hurry to leave," Wang Rong bit her lip slightly and said,

Han Fei immediately sat on the sofa and said, "Anyway, it's okay for me to go back so early, so let's sit for a while, it won't affect your yoga practice later,"

Wang Rong looked at the yoga mat rolled up in the corner of the wall and said indifferently: "Somehow, I suddenly don't want to practice tonight, you accompany me to the balcony to chat,"

"Okay, do you want something to drink," Han Fei said,

Wang Rong let go of her hair with a smile and said, "You're not polite at all, treat me as your home, just come to the bar, I already have the cup in the cupboard,"

Wang Rong said and pushed open the glass sliding door and walked onto the viewing balcony, a cool evening breeze blew in, and even the air seemed to have a faint fragrance and tranquility.

Han Fei took two goblets, and when facing the dazzling array of wines on the wine shelf, he still chose a bottle of low-alcohol red wine, and when he walked up to the balcony, Wang Rong was lying on a chaise longue looking at the starry night sky.

"Ah Fei, you said that there are so many stars in the sky, is there one that belongs to us," Wang Rong asked after letting go of everything,

Han Fei poured two glasses of red wine, then put the wine bottle back into the ice bucket and lay down next to Wang Rong and said, "There should be, didn't there be a saying in ancient times that Ziwei Xingxing appeared and the star fell west?"

"Yes, I don't know what kind of fate that star corresponds to you and me, and what kind of fate it will be in the future," Wang Rong said with emotion.

Han Fei smiled: "Sister Rong, what do you say about fate, I only know that a woman with a good heart like you will definitely not have a bad fate,"

"I didn't expect you to have a study of numerology and metaphysics, so you can help me calculate my future fortunes," Wang Rong turned over and lay on the recliner and looked at Han Fei and said,

The two are very close to each other at the moment, and they can even hear each other's breathing, looking at the towering and blurry eyes outlined under Wang Rong's yoga clothes, Wang Rong at this moment is an impeccable and perfect woman to the extreme,

Gentle as water, like a ripe peach, just looking at it makes people want to take a bite,

Han Fei couldn't help but stretch out his hand to pull up the hair hanging down from Wang Rong's forehead, and the ghost sent his hand to Wang Rong's cheek, the tender touch that could be broken by the blow made Han Fei feel like he was electrocuted.

Wang Rong's eyes also became more and more misty, and she also stretched out her white jade finger and slid it on Han Fei's face and said, "Master Han, I'm still waiting for you to approve the fortune telling, don't you eat and drink and don't do anything,"

Han Fei immediately put it in the wine glass and said, "Sister Rong, numerology is mysterious, but it can't be calculated by looking at palmistry,"

"Then how can you figure it out," Wang Rong's eyes became softer and softer, like a lazy Persian cat looking at a small dried fish in the shape of a human,

"Sister Rong, there is only one way to calculate accurately, and that is to touch the bones," Han Fei said,

Wang Rong laughed, and the jade hand directly stroked down Han Fei's cheek to hold up his chin and said: "Still touching the bones, the fortune teller on the overpass is to look at the palmistry and touch the hand bones, how do I feel that our Master Han has the meaning of touching the bones of the whole body,"