Young master, your vest fell off
Chapter 26
An An shrugged, "Daddy, Auntie Chuchu is prettier than Mommy."
Situ Han seemed to have gotten to something important.
"Your mommy is... perverted?"
Thinking of the way back, Fu Miaomiao sometimes asked him to wechat and sometimes kissed him, Situ Han realized that he had asked nonsense.
Well, you Fu Miaomiao, this is how you have been here for the past five years?
How many younger brothers did you tease?
Bring me the truth tomorrow.
Seeing that Daddy's face was very bad, An An knew that she had a big mouth.
Mommy is sorry.
"Daddy, you don't need to be angry. Mommy just likes to have fun with her mouth. After all... I already have younger brothers and sisters, don't I?"
Situ Han looked at his son: "..."
Seems to make sense.
Only then did his complexion improve, he smiled and said, "It's getting late, An'an, Daddy will wash you up first, and then prepare sober soup for Mommy."
An An stood up from the sofa, and walked to her room with mature steps, "Daddy, did you ask Mommy to help you wash up when you were four years old?"
Situ Han was taken aback by the question, and then couldn't help but burst out laughing.
This kid is indeed exactly the same as when he was a child.
However, he still wanted to wash An An up, trying to make up for An An's lack of fatherly love.
"An An..."
An An's footsteps faltered, and she turned slowly to meet Situ Han's gaze.
He seemed to see what Situ Han was thinking, and a terribly handsome smile appeared on his grandma's face, "Daddy, go and prepare hangover soup, as for me... maybe you want to tell me bedside stories, although It's childish, but I can bear it for Daddy's sake."
Situ Han was amused by An An's words.
He nodded, "Okay, Daddy will tell you a story later."
An An waved her hand gracefully, turned around and went back to the house.
Where Situ Han couldn't see, the corners of An An's lips curled into a big arc.
Daddy, let's take our time, after all, our family will always be together in the future.
Situ Han went to the kitchen. Although his cooking skills are not very good, if you look up tutorials on the Internet, a bowl of hangover soup is still a piece of cake.
After finishing it, Situ Han went in with the soup, ready to pour it down for Fu Miaomiao, but the little girl was very disobedient when she was drunk, and refused to drink whatever she said.
There was no other way, Situ Han could only use his mouth to feed her mouthful.
It took a long time to drink a bowl of soup into Fu Miaomiao's stomach, and Situ Han was sweating profusely.
He looked down at himself, then at Fu Miaomiao who was sleeping on the bed, and suddenly felt dry mouth...
Situ Han, you beast, how could you take advantage of others?
After serving Fu Miaomiao, Situ Han calmed down, turned around and went to An An's room to tell a story to An An.
The warm time between father and son ended half an hour later, An An fell asleep, Situ Han stared at Grandma An An's sleeping face for a while, covered him with a quilt, then turned off the lights, and exited An An's room .
He went back to Fu Miaomiao's room, took a shower, brushed his teeth for another 3 minutes, and got into Fu Miaomiao's bed.
……
The next day, the morning light first bloomed.
As soon as Fu Miaomiao woke up, her head hurt badly.
She frowned, and raised her hand to rub her temples, but when she raised her arm, she realized that her arm was pressed by something heavy.
Fu Miaomiao was startled, and then opened her eyes, and suddenly met a pair of dark eyes.
"Ah!" Fu Miaomiao screamed, pushed away the people around her and sat up in shock, blood was surging in her temple, and the pain was even worse.
"Wake up." Situ Han's heavy voice sounded, carrying the hoarse sexiness unique to the early morning.
He sat up and looked at Fu Miaomiao with sharp, eagle-like eyes.
Fu Miaomiao immediately became angry, "Who told you to sleep here? It's so early in the morning, you go out after waking up, why are you staring at me? Even if I'm pretty, you don't have to stare like that, right?"
"Head still hurts?" Situ Han didn't answer Fu Miaomiao's question, and raised his hand to rub Fu Miaomiao's temple.
Fu Miaomiao groaned, but felt quite comfortable.
She simply moved forward again, and Situ Han raised his other hand to rub both temples together for her.
After more than ten minutes, Fu Miaomiao told Situ Han to stop, "It's fine."
Situ Han lowered his hands.
Seeing that Situ Han was still sitting there with no intention of getting out of bed, Fu Miaomiao frowned and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Situ Han nodded, "Well, there is something, but it's not a big deal, I just want to ask you, when will I talk about the script and get my hair done."
Situ Han seemed to have gotten to something important.
"Your mommy is... perverted?"
Thinking of the way back, Fu Miaomiao sometimes asked him to wechat and sometimes kissed him, Situ Han realized that he had asked nonsense.
Well, you Fu Miaomiao, this is how you have been here for the past five years?
How many younger brothers did you tease?
Bring me the truth tomorrow.
Seeing that Daddy's face was very bad, An An knew that she had a big mouth.
Mommy is sorry.
"Daddy, you don't need to be angry. Mommy just likes to have fun with her mouth. After all... I already have younger brothers and sisters, don't I?"
Situ Han looked at his son: "..."
Seems to make sense.
Only then did his complexion improve, he smiled and said, "It's getting late, An'an, Daddy will wash you up first, and then prepare sober soup for Mommy."
An An stood up from the sofa, and walked to her room with mature steps, "Daddy, did you ask Mommy to help you wash up when you were four years old?"
Situ Han was taken aback by the question, and then couldn't help but burst out laughing.
This kid is indeed exactly the same as when he was a child.
However, he still wanted to wash An An up, trying to make up for An An's lack of fatherly love.
"An An..."
An An's footsteps faltered, and she turned slowly to meet Situ Han's gaze.
He seemed to see what Situ Han was thinking, and a terribly handsome smile appeared on his grandma's face, "Daddy, go and prepare hangover soup, as for me... maybe you want to tell me bedside stories, although It's childish, but I can bear it for Daddy's sake."
Situ Han was amused by An An's words.
He nodded, "Okay, Daddy will tell you a story later."
An An waved her hand gracefully, turned around and went back to the house.
Where Situ Han couldn't see, the corners of An An's lips curled into a big arc.
Daddy, let's take our time, after all, our family will always be together in the future.
Situ Han went to the kitchen. Although his cooking skills are not very good, if you look up tutorials on the Internet, a bowl of hangover soup is still a piece of cake.
After finishing it, Situ Han went in with the soup, ready to pour it down for Fu Miaomiao, but the little girl was very disobedient when she was drunk, and refused to drink whatever she said.
There was no other way, Situ Han could only use his mouth to feed her mouthful.
It took a long time to drink a bowl of soup into Fu Miaomiao's stomach, and Situ Han was sweating profusely.
He looked down at himself, then at Fu Miaomiao who was sleeping on the bed, and suddenly felt dry mouth...
Situ Han, you beast, how could you take advantage of others?
After serving Fu Miaomiao, Situ Han calmed down, turned around and went to An An's room to tell a story to An An.
The warm time between father and son ended half an hour later, An An fell asleep, Situ Han stared at Grandma An An's sleeping face for a while, covered him with a quilt, then turned off the lights, and exited An An's room .
He went back to Fu Miaomiao's room, took a shower, brushed his teeth for another 3 minutes, and got into Fu Miaomiao's bed.
……
The next day, the morning light first bloomed.
As soon as Fu Miaomiao woke up, her head hurt badly.
She frowned, and raised her hand to rub her temples, but when she raised her arm, she realized that her arm was pressed by something heavy.
Fu Miaomiao was startled, and then opened her eyes, and suddenly met a pair of dark eyes.
"Ah!" Fu Miaomiao screamed, pushed away the people around her and sat up in shock, blood was surging in her temple, and the pain was even worse.
"Wake up." Situ Han's heavy voice sounded, carrying the hoarse sexiness unique to the early morning.
He sat up and looked at Fu Miaomiao with sharp, eagle-like eyes.
Fu Miaomiao immediately became angry, "Who told you to sleep here? It's so early in the morning, you go out after waking up, why are you staring at me? Even if I'm pretty, you don't have to stare like that, right?"
"Head still hurts?" Situ Han didn't answer Fu Miaomiao's question, and raised his hand to rub Fu Miaomiao's temple.
Fu Miaomiao groaned, but felt quite comfortable.
She simply moved forward again, and Situ Han raised his other hand to rub both temples together for her.
After more than ten minutes, Fu Miaomiao told Situ Han to stop, "It's fine."
Situ Han lowered his hands.
Seeing that Situ Han was still sitting there with no intention of getting out of bed, Fu Miaomiao frowned and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Situ Han nodded, "Well, there is something, but it's not a big deal, I just want to ask you, when will I talk about the script and get my hair done."
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