The little boy is surprisingly beautiful, his eyes are black and bright, his eyelashes are extraordinarily long, like two rows of small fans, his complexion is pale, his little face is flushed, his lips are pink, and he is soft and cute like a bun, which makes people want to take it into his arms and kiss them fiercely.

Whose child is this? How did you get to him?

Han Zhihui Xu was attracted by this little steamed bun carved in pink, stared at him for a while, and then raised his head and looked around.

The corridor was empty, and there were no adults following, so this was the child taking advantage of the parents' inattention, coming out of which private room and couldn't find the way back?

Just as Han Zhihui was thinking, the little boy who looked at him with blinking eyes opened his mouth, "Dad." ”

The little boy looked like he should be one and a half to two years old, much more pronounced than Li Da's son shouted "Baba".

Seeing that Han Zhihui ignored him, the little boy opened his mouth again, and his voice was much higher than just now: "Dad! ”

Whose child is this? It's so stupid that even Dad can admit his mistake......

Han Zhihui saw that the little boy called himself "Dad" twice in a row, and almost didn't sneer out loud, he bent down without thinking, wanting to say something to the little boy, but as soon as he was halfway through the action, he realized that his fingertips were still burning cigarettes, so he stopped his movements, and after extinguishing the cigarette butt, he squatted down and said to the little boy: "I'm not your father." ”

I don't know if the little boy understood his words, but after he finished speaking, he shouted twice: "Daddy." ”

"I'm not your father."

"Daddy, Daddy."

Han Zhihui saw that no matter how he explained, the little boy kept shouting "Dad" at him, so he simply stopped arguing about this topic, and directly changed his words and asked, "What's your name?" ”

The little boy did not speak for a moment as if he had been asked.

Just when Han Zhihui was thinking about whether he should take the little boy to the first floor and take care of the lobby manager, the little boy shouted "Dad" again, and then opened his arms at Han Zhihui, looking like he wanted to hug.

Han Zhihui hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and took the little boy into his arms.

The little boy grinned as if he had encountered something very happy, and then he put his arms around Han Zhihui's neck, raised his little face, and kissed Han Zhihui's cheek.

Han Zhihui doesn't like strangers to be too intimate with him, even if he is a young child.

But when the little boy's lips were printed on his face, not only was he not disgusted, but there was an indescribable softness in his heart.

Han Zhihui hugged the little boy's arm, couldn't help but increase his strength, and hugged him tighter into his arms: "Uncle will take you to your mother, okay?" ”

It was probably Han Zhihui's words with the word mother, and the little boy nodded heavily.

Han Zhihui was holding the little boy with one hand and was about to stand up, when an anxious female voice came from the bathroom: "Hanhan! Hanhan! ”

Then a young woman hurried out of the bathroom.

When the little boy saw the woman, he immediately broke away from Han Zhihui's arms and ran towards the woman.

The woman was obviously relieved to see the little boy, she squatted down to check if the little boy had any problems during the time he had been away from her, and reprimanded the little boy with some sternness: "Hanhan, why are you running around again?!" ”