Braised a plate of prawns, a plate of bacon fried tofu, a plate of stir-fried chicken hairy vegetables, a loofah egg soup, and a pot of steamed rice.

At the dinner table, Shang Jiujiu was gobbling up, and on the side, the little white ball was also eating happily with bacon in his mouth.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

Wei Ai put the peeled shrimp on the plate in front of him, and looked at Shang Jiujiu, who was obviously hungry, with distress in his eyes.

I'm really hungry!

A five-year-old child was forced to eat instant noodles for two days......

Wei Ai looked at the man sitting opposite, his eyes full of disapproval.

How can a father treat his children like this?

As if sensing her gaze, the man who had been eating suddenly looked up and looked at her.

Wei Ai didn't have time to retract his gaze, so he bumped into it.

His gaze was too pressing, and Wei Ai didn't dare to look at him for too long, and just as he wanted to look away, he heard him say, "Miss Wei, are you dissatisfied with me?" ”

"Nope."

Compared with Shang Jiujiu's gobbling, his eating action can be described as 'pleasing to the eye'.

"But in your eyes, I see obvious disapproval!"

"No," Yui Ai was a little embarrassed, and wanted to find a random reason to fool the past.

But when she thinks about it, she can't come here every day to cook for the children.

So, I met his gaze and said seriously, "Mr. Shang, September is still young, and he is growing his body, so he must eat three meals a day on time, and he can't eat non-nutritious food like instant noodles; If you really don't have time to take care of him, you can hire another babysitter. ”

"Miss Wei means," Shang Zhan's eyes darkened, "I'm abusing my son!" ”

Only love is silent.

Shang Jiujiu on the side opened his mouth, "Dad, do you finally realize that you are abusing me?" ”

A piece of ice slag swept over, Shang Jiujiu immediately bowed his head and continued to work hard.

Wei Ai looked at Yi Qiē in his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he looked at Shang Jiujiu's pitiful little appearance that he was so frightened that he wanted to bury his face in the bowl, and his heart suddenly became uncomfortable.

Who would dare to say that he is not abusing children?

Looking at the man across from him again, he saw that he was eating elegantly, and his grim face was as usual, and it was clear that he did not feel the slightest discomfort about the abuse just now.

"Mr. Shang......"

"Miss Wei," Shang Zhan raised his head and interrupted her coldly, "I don't say anything, if you have anything to say, we'll talk about it later." ”

"Okay."

……

After the meal, Wei Ai cleaned up the kitchen and walked out, and saw Shang Jiujiu sitting on the sofa, his little head little by little, drowsy.

"September, go to bed."

Shang Jiujiu opened his eyes and looked at Wei Ai, took her hand, and pleaded with his eyes, "Xiao Ai, don't leave tonight, otherwise, I will eat instant noodles again tomorrow morning." ”

Wei Ai's love was sour for a while, "Okay, I'm not leaving, come, I'll take you to sleep." ”

"Hmm."

Shang Jiujiu was really sleepy.

At this moment, he was held in his arms by Wei Ai again, and before he reached the second floor, he fell asleep on her shoulder.

He was sent back to his room, undressed again, and then took a hot towel to wipe his little face and hands for him, then turned off the bedside lamp and walked out of the room gently.

When she first went upstairs, she saw that there was a light on in the study, and Shang Zhan should be in the study, so she walked over.

The door was closed, and she raised her hand and knocked.

"Come in!"

Wei Ai pushed the door in, and at a glance saw a busy man sitting at the desk with his head down.

The floor lamp next to the desk emitted an orange soft light, shining on the man on the side, as if taking away the coldness and inevitability of his daytime, and it seemed that the years had precipitated

Belongs to the calm and restrained of a mature man.

From the perspective of Wei Ai Station, I just saw his side outline, as if it was from the hand of the gods, like a knife and axe, so perfect that people couldn't help but be excited.

Wei Ai walked over, stood in front of him, and opened his mouth gently, "September, he fell asleep. ”

"Hmm."

Shang Zhan still didn't raise his head, but a deep nasal voice came.

Wei Ai put aside the case information of her grandmother in her hand, "This is the data that my grandmother has checked in recent years, and it is troublesome Mr. Shang." ”

"Hmm."

He still didn't look up, and his hand was faster.

"I just saw that there are quick-frozen steamed buns and dumplings in the refrigerator, and when I get up tomorrow morning, you can make them for September."

"No!"

Wei Aixiu frowned slightly, "Then take him out to eat......"

"No time!"

Suddenly, Ai was annoyed, "Whatever you want!" ”

turned around, raised his feet and walked towards the door, but when he was a step away from the door, a big hand grabbed her arm, and a force struck, and the next second, she gave a pair of powerful arms