The system takes the poor cub to find his father

"Illusion?" Ming Yunqi's face instantly turned dark and unpredictable when he heard these two words, so gloomy that it made people feel uneasy. In those deep eyes, in addition to the barely perceptible confusion, there was also a hint of pain and entanglement.

He frowned slightly, and the innocent face of the little cub involuntarily appeared in his mind.

Did the child really suffer too much and develop a dependence on his elders who treated him with a normal attitude? If this was the reason, what should I do?

Ming Yunqi slowly lowered his hand from the door, and he was in a dilemma. If he forced the little cub to stay with him, would the little cub blame him?

Would he feel that he had deprived him of his freedom? But if he let the cub live alone in a place he didn't know, even if it was with Bai Lian, he would not feel at ease. After all, it was his cub, the most precious thing in the world to him. How could he give his cub to an outsider to raise?

"Even if his little cub died because of that damn illusion as that man said, so what? It still doesn't change the fact that he is my cub and I am his father." Ming Yunqi swore secretly in his heart that he would not let go no matter what.

At this time, the little cub in the house looked at Uncle Bai Lian blankly and said in a baby voice:

"What kind of illusion is this? Daddy is Daddy!"

The little cub scratched his furry head, his eyes full of confusion.

"Ming Yunqi is Ming Jiang's father. He treats me well and I like him to treat me well. Isn't that enough?" Ming Jiang's chubby face was full of confusion. He tilted his head and looked up at Uncle Bai Lian suspiciously, wondering in his heart: Is he the same as him when he was used as a blood bag to suck blood and luck?

Uncle Bai Lian must be suffering somewhere like him? Thinking of this, he looked at the other person with a look of pity.

"Uncle Bai Lian, you have suffered a lot. Don't worry, I and Daddy are here and will never let you be tortured again." The little cub's voice was clear and pleasant.

When Bai Lian heard the little cub's words, he suddenly felt a heart attack. He originally just wanted to give the little cub some eye drops to avenge the guy who stole his cub, but he didn't expect that the little guy not only did not fall into his language trap, but also made his image in the little cub's heart become a poor little guy who was bullied. Bai Lian was speechless for a moment, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Just then, the door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and Ming Yunqi, who was standing outside the door, walked in.

Seeing Ming Yunqi coming, Ming Jiang quickly took back the preserved fruit he was about to put into his mouth, and stuffed the small plate in his arms into the hands of Bai Lian, who seemed to have not yet recovered from his shock. Then he turned around as if nothing had happened, and quietly wiped off the icing sugar on his palms with his hands behind his back. With a flattering smile on his face, he looked at Ming Yunqi, who was standing in front of him and didn't know whether he was happy or angry, and said in a tender voice:

"Daddy, why are you here?" As he said this, he hung on Ming Yunqi's thigh like a koala.

Ming Yunqi struggled subconsciously but failed to break free. Helplessly, he had to let a heavy fat cub hang on his legs.

"Can't I come?" Ming Yunqi asked back, without any emotion in his voice.

"Hey! Daddy, are you angry?" The little fat cub held onto Ming Yunqi's legs and climbed up. Ming Yunqi put his hands behind his back and looked at him with his eyes down. He had no intention of helping. He let the little cub climb up like a slide and then fall off his legs halfway.

Ming Jiang felt that his father was in a strange state today, and wondered secretly in his heart: Did his father come here to quarrel with him?

The little cub glared at Ming Yunqi a little aggrievedly, pulled Ming Yunqi's robe and climbed to his waist and hugged him tightly, as if afraid that he would run away. The little cub put his chin on Ming Yunqi's hard abdominal muscles, raised his head, and looked at Ming Yunqi with a little stubbornness in his eyes, as if saying: If you don't hold me, I will hang here forever.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Ming Yunqi finally sighed, and as if admitting defeat, he stretched out his hands and hugged the little cub that Xia Tulu had been struggling to hold. Seeing this, Ming Jiang hugged Ming Yunqi's arms and let Ming Yunqi pull him into his arms.

Bai Lian, who was standing by, did not move from his position from beginning to end. He looked at the scene in front of him with a complicated look.

He didn't expect that the iron-blooded tyrant would be in this situation with the little cub. It was really unexpected.

"Bai Lian, please step back first! The little cub and I have some things to deal with." Ming Yunqi's voice broke the silence in the room.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Only then did Bai Lian come back to his senses. He quickly restrained his expression and walked outside.

"Uncle Bai Lian, see you tomorrow." Ming Jiang hugged Ming Yunqi's neck with one hand, and waved at Bai Lian with his free hand, with a bright smile on his face.