After the little guy finished eating, the housekeeper sent him back to Tang Su's room, and saw one hand in his trouser pocket, and the fingertips of the other hand holding a cigarette, tall and tall and lonely Tang Su standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the housekeeper knew that Tang Su must have something to worry about, and it was a very troublesome thing.

Because for so many years, he had hardly seen Tang Su worry about anything.

"Big young master, do you want me to help the little master arrange another room to rest. ”

"No, I don't. Tang Su extinguished the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray from his fingertips, and then lightly ordered, "You all go down and rest." ”

The housekeeper nodded, let go of the hand he was holding Xiaoxi, smiled lovingly at Xiaoxi, and said, "Good night, little master!"

The little one grinned, "Good night, Grandpa Housekeeper." ”

After the housekeeper and all the servants retreated and closed the door, Tang Su looked at the little guy who was still standing not far from the door, the corners of his lips raised, and beckoned to him, his voice with a hint of linearity and hoarse gentleness, "Come here." ”

Ever since he accidentally played with Tang Su's pistol and was scolded by him, Xiaoxi has been a little afraid of Tang Su.

Now, seeing that Tang Su actually laughed, and his voice was so good, the little shadow in the little guy's heart was all scattered, and he ran towards Tang Su.

"Uncle Tang, are you in a bad mood?" the little guy tilted his little head and tried to look at Tang Su's handsome face.

Tang Su looked at the little guy and pulled the corners of his lips, took a step back, sat down on the sofa, and then stretched out his long arms, and carried the child to the sofa and sat next to him.

"Why do you think I'm in a bad mood?"

The little guy raised his eyebrows, "Because of your eyebrows, twisted into two caterpillars." ”

"What's your favorite thing to do?"

Hearing the child say this, Tang Su consciously tried to stretch his brows, wanting not to be seen through by the child so easily.

However, he didn't answer the child's words again, but the conversation turned around, and such a question suddenly appeared that he hadn't even thought about.

The little guy didn't think much of it at all, just smiled and said, "I like to go shopping with my mother the most." ”

Tang Su's forehead suddenly appeared with three black lines.

"Why?" the voice stinked.

"Because I like my mother's beautiful dress, more beautiful than those female stars in TV and movies. ”

"Does your mom like to dress up?" the voice stinked even more.

"She just doesn't like to dress up, so I take her shopping every time. The little guy said helplessly.

A certain man glanced at the little guy and muttered to himself, this is not like him at all.

"And what's your favorite thing to eat?"

The little guy's fat little legs hung on the sofa and swayed, not feeling the white gauze on his knees dazzling at all, and still looked at Tang Su with a smile, "I like to eat what my mother makes the most." ”

In fact, his mother can count the things she can make on ten fingers, and he taught her to make them.

The man squinted his eyes and squinted at the little guy again, "And what do you want to do the most?"

"Be with your mother, love her all your life, protect her. The little guy's words blurted out without the slightest thought.

This time, the man squinted at the child for a long time, did this child stay with Lin Ziyi for a long time, and his personality was a little distorted?