The wrong love is deep, Luo Shao indulges in indulgence

The moon is hazy.

In the Qiuyuan villa, the lights were bright.

Luo Wanfeng sat on the sofa, looking at Luo Xingchen who was sitting on the ground playing with a car with a happy face.

The once lonely home now has a touch of warmth.

As a father for the first time, Luo Wanfeng didn't know how to be a qualified father. After all, it was his first day in office and he didn't know anything.

Luo Xingchen wanted toys, so he ordered people to go directly to the toy company to buy a large number of toys, and deliberately left an empty room to place these thousands of toys.

Luo Xingchen was so excited that he carried himself away from everything, running back and forth between the toy room and the living room, picking up one in a few minutes.

At this moment, the living room is full of toys, messy and full of childishness.

Luo Wanfeng saw him having a great time playing, and he was also very happy, but he always felt that there was an empty place in his heart, an emptiness that could not be filled.

Luo Xingchen was tired from playing, so Luo Wanfeng carried him to take a bath.

He had never bathed a child before, he was in a hurry, unable to control the scene, and was soaked and sweaty by his son.

After finally taking a bath for my son, I carried him to sleep.

Luo Xingchen, who was lying on the bed, was so sleepy that he couldn't help calling, "Dad, I want my mother to hug me to sleep, and I want to drink milk."

drink milk?

Do three-and-a-half-year-olds still drink milk powder?

Luo Wanfeng hurriedly took out her mobile phone to call Ah Qian.

Half an hour later, Aqian brought dozens of milk powders and more than a dozen types of feeding bottles. Two big men who had never raised children were studying in the living room how much milk powder a three-and-a-half-year-old should drink, how much to drink, and how to make it.

Luo Xingchen couldn't sleep, so he ran out of the living room to make trouble, "Dad, I want to drink milk, hurry up."

Luo Wanfeng hugged Luo Xingchen beside him and sat down, hurriedly made a type of milk powder, and handed it to him, "Try it, see if it suits your appetite."

Luo Xingchen didn't use a feeding bottle for a long time.

But helpless, he had no choice but to take the bottle, take a sip, and frown tightly.

"It doesn't taste good." He threw the bottle on the sofa, lost his temper when he was too sleepy, and rolled on the sofa, "I want to drink the milk made by my mother, I don't want to drink this kind of milk."

Luo Wanfeng was helpless, his grandfather was so angry that he was about to die violently after being tortured for a long time.He was tortured for a long time, and he was exhausted physically and mentally.

It's really embarrassing for Yu Muxi to raise him so much.

Luo Wanfeng carefully studied the amount of milk powder and brewed it again.

He and Ah Qian poured all ten baby bottles with various brands of milk powder, and asked Luo Xingchen to try it.

As a result, the more Luo Xingchen drank, the more angry he became, and finally rolled on the ground, "It's not these, it's not... woo... I want to drink milk..."

Luo Wanfeng picked him up and threw him on the sofa, squatted down and looked at him at the same level, his eyes were dark, and his tone was serious, "Shut up immediately."

Luo Xingchen had never seen such a serious father, so frightened that he burst into tears, the crying stopped abruptly, and he stared at him nervously.

Luo Wanfeng took a deep breath, and asked with restraint, "Is this how you usually torture your mother?"

Luo Xingchen blinked and remained silent.

Luo Wanfeng knew that he was not stupid, he was just arrogant because of his favor, and he lost his temper unscrupulously because of his favor.

"Luo Xingchen, these tricks of yours, my father used them proficiently when he was a child, and I have plenty of ways to deal with you."

"Father is so fierce." Luo Xingchen pouted.

Luo Wanfeng sat on the sofa, took out his mobile phone and pressed Yu Muxi's number, looking at the number he was tangled up in.

Knowing that Xiao Xing is Yu Muxi's son, Ah Qian is even more sure that Xiao Xing is the son of Third Young Master.

He urged, "Third Young Master, it's better to ask Ms. Yu, so that there will be no more mistakes."

Luo Wanfeng turned to look at his son beside him.

He took a deep breath and put the dial to his ear.

The bell rings.

Yu Muxi connected, and a soft voice came, "What's the matter?"

Luo Wanfeng leaned against the sofa and asked warmly, "What kind of milk powder does Xiaoxing drink?"

Yu Muxi paused for a moment, then whispered softly, "Xiaoxing is lactose intolerant and cannot drink ordinary milk powder. He only drinks a lactose-free formula milk powder."

"Add me on WeChat and send me photos."

"it is good."

"That..." Luo Wanfeng still wanted to say something, but the call had already been cut off.

He smiled coldly and put down his phone.

Luo Xingchen was very excited, and leaned on him, "Dad, is it Mom?"

Luo Wanfeng's cell phone rang, and he passed quickly, looking at the photo sent by Yu Muxi, he forwarded it to Ah Qian.

Ah Qian received the message and hurried out to buy.

Luo Xingchen continued to ask with tears in his eyes, "Dad, is that my mother? I miss my mother..."

Luo Wanfeng looked at his son, patted his little head helplessly, and said softly, "Little Xing, your mother will be home soon."

"How long will it take? I haven't seen my mother for a long time, I miss her so much." Xiaoxing felt wronged and wanted to cry.

Luo Wanfeng hugged him into his arms, with a slight pain in his heart, he said helplessly, "I miss her too. But she only wants Xiaoxing, not Dad."

"Why?" Luo Xingchen was shocked.

Luo Wanfeng kissed Luo Xingchen's little head, leaned weakly on the sofa, and whispered softly: "It's because Dad didn't do well enough."

Luo Xingchen thought for a moment, then asked, "Dad, are you being naughty and making Mom angry?"

The child's naive question made Luo Wanfeng dumbfounded, "Maybe."

"If I'm not good enough to make mom angry, I have a trick to coax mom." Luo Xingchen blinked her smart eyes and smiled with a sense of accomplishment.

"What trick?" Luo Wanfeng asked.

"Like me." Luo Xingchen made a mouth-opening motion about to cry, hugged Luo Wanfeng, and drilled into his chest, "You have to hug Mommy, bury your head on her soft chest, act like a baby Say sorry, and I will be obedient and obedient in the future. Kiss her on the cheek again, and she will stop being angry."

Luo Wanfeng was amused by the son in his arms.

This trick is only limited to the son.

He is not going to work.

Luo Wanfeng still praised him, "It's a good trick, but it's not suitable for me, I'm different from you."

"What's the difference?"

Luo Wanfeng didn't answer him, but just rubbed his head.

Luo Xingchen lay on his strong and generous chest, and sighed, "Hey! It's still comfortable for my mother to hug, I miss my mother so much."

Luo Wanfeng hugged his drowsy son who was addicted to milk and refused to sleep, looking up at the ceiling, his heart felt empty for a while.

He also wants to.

Been thinking about it for four years.

In an instant, Luo Wanfeng asked slowly.

"Xiao Xing, can you still cry now?"

"Ah?" Luo Xingchen straightened his back and looked at his father in astonishment.

Luo Wanfeng pursed her lips and smiled, took out her mobile phone and handed it to him, "Call your mother, cry and say that you want to see her, you really want to see your mother, you want to be with your mother, you have to cry a little more sadly."

Luo Xingchen was puzzled, "Could it be that if you cry a little bit sadly, mother will go home to accompany Xiaoxing?"

"Yes, she should be back."

"Okay, you call mom for me, I'll cry." Luo Xingchen was very excited.