Don't look at me, I'm not perfect

Yes, the surrounding air is filled with a thick smell of gunpowder smoke.

Gu Yu held the door with one hand and put one hand in his pocket. Hearing Song Tingzong's words, he said with a half-smile, "There's no need for compensation, but it's just a lot of trouble. If Mr. Song is really serious, don't do it next time." Let him run away again, so as not to casually go to other people's homes and continue to cause trouble for them."

Song Tingzong looked away indifferently, and looked behind him: "Nian Nian, come here."

Those four words made the child who was barking at Gu Yu just now become soft, obedient and obedient.

As soon as Gu Yu stepped aside, Ji Qinian was successfully dragged out of the door by Song Tingzong.

Ji Qinian lowered his head and called softly: "Godfather..."

Song Tingzong patted him on the head, with the expression on his face still indifferent, looked up at Gu Yu and said, "It is Song's sincerity about the leak of your research institute's information, as Professor Gu and...Mr. Thank you."

Only then did Gu Yu see that he was still holding a file bag in his hand.

Song Tingzong handed him the things: "Here are all the documents. Professor Gu might as well take a look and judge whether we have lied to you."

Ji Qinian still nestled obediently in Song Tingzong's arms, but when he quietly raised his head to look at Gu Yu, there was still sarcasm and malice in his eyes.

Song Tingzong didn't bow his head, but seemed to know what he was doing, and raised his hand to press his head back into his arms.

Ji Qinian: "..."

Gu Yu took the file bag from his hand, and his expressionless face looked more like a layer of frost.

Song Tingzong didn't care, and said in a low voice: "The things have been delivered, then we will leave first."

"Thank you." Gu Yu still said.

The man embraced his child, and waved his hand slightly after hearing the words: "It should be, since it is a thank you gift, there is no reason for you to thank me again."

Gu Yu put the file bag on the shoe cabinet at the entrance.

Song Tingzong turned and left with Ji Qinian.

However, just when Gu Yu was about to close the door, the man stopped suddenly.

Gu Yu: "?"

Song Tingzong turned his head and looked at him solemnly: "Godfather is not real father. If you want to talk about bed climbing, it should be that I climbed on my godson's bed. The one who serves the servant is me."

Gu Yu: "???"

However, after Song Tingzong finished speaking, he had already led people into the elevator.

If Gu Yu's expression had been more expressive, he would have been lying on his face at this time.

How did Song Tingzong know what he just said? !

Moreover, this man is running on the things he and Ji Qinian care about openly and secretly, isn't he also stingy? !

lying trough-

Sure enough, Ji Qinian is a pair, they are really a match made in heaven to save the world.

Professor Gu, who was not in a good mood, had a gloomy face, facing the empty doorway, and swearing secretly.

Over there, Ji Qinian was taken out of the community by Song Tingzong, obediently let him hold him, and then raised his head in doubt and asked, "How do you know what he said?"

"you guess."

Ji Qinian: "..."

Guess Nima, guess!

——However, as the sweet and soft godson Ji can only maintain a cute expression and complain secretly in his heart.

You don't need to lose face, but the person in your godfather's heart can't collapse.

This is Ji's biggest principle.

Song Tingzong glanced at him slightly, and then continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

Although the child always comes up with all kinds of scheming and tricks, he doesn't think about it. He taught him these things by himself. When he saw himself around him back then, he was still a simple and pitiful little girl who was timid and timid.

It is as simple as a blank sheet of paper, and you can see everything at a glance.

Ji Qiannian is still trying to pretend to be obedient and ask questions. In fact, Song Tingzong didn't want to hide it from him, but he can enjoy the child's favor, so he should relax.

Then when he was almost impatient, he stretched out his hand to touch the back of his neck and took off a small thing.

Ji Qinian's eyes widened, and then——

Jumping up like a cat whose tail has been stepped on: "You actually installed a bug on me—"

"It's still a tracker." Mr. Song, who was criticized, added another sentence lightly.

Ji Qinian: "..."

Almost out of temper.

88. Godfather's method of coaxing his son

Ji Qinian decided that if the man did not explain clearly to him, he would not talk to the other party in the future.

Put this kind of thing on him? !

And when it was put on, he didn't know at all!

Song Tingzong is provoking the principle of being a godson with a soft face and a dark heart!

"Angry?" Song Tingzong asked quietly.

Ji Qinian whimpered, neither admitting nor denying, with an expression of guessing yourself.

The man was amused to see it, and he didn't know when the child's arrogant temperament was developed. When he realized it, his godson was already like this.

I don't know who taught it.

Ji Qiannian pricked up his ears, quietly waiting for the man to explain.

As a result, after Song Tingzong asked that sentence, it seemed that he hadn't seen him unhappy. Seeing that Ji Qinian didn't answer, there was no follow-up.

Ji Qinian: "..." I'm so angry, but what should I do if I still have to keep calm?

The two of them maintained a strange atmosphere, walking forward aimlessly.

Ji Qinian still subconsciously followed Song Tingzong's footsteps. Although he was consciously sulking, his body, which had long been dependent on Song Tingzong, was honest.

The two walked in silence for a while, and when they turned a street corner, Ji Xiaoren, who had been concentrating on sulking, suddenly stopped, and his nose closed slightly, and he felt that he smelled a familiar sweet smell.

Looking up and looking around, I found that the two had unknowingly arrived at the famous dessert street in Liancheng——

The surrounding air exudes a sweet and greasy creamy smell, mixed with the natural fragrance of fruits, floating from the street to the end of the street, and before getting close, one can indulge in a sweet atmosphere.

The child's black eyes lit up immediately, like a small animal that was suddenly tempted. If it had ears, it would probably have already started shaking uncontrollably.

Song Tingzong walked behind him solemnly and indifferently. His suit jacket had been taken off and hung in his arms. The tall and straight man seemed unapproachable. Only when he looked closely could he find that in those beautiful sky blue eyes, he was looking at Only when you look at the child whose body is emitting colorful bubbles in front of you, will you bring helpless pampering.

It's like being surrounded by hard armor, but the tip of the heart is a little soft, holding him for fear of falling, holding him for fear of melting, it's best to keep him by your side at all times and not let him leave for a second.

Dessert Street, as the name suggests, the whole street is full of pastries and desserts.

In fact, Song Tingzong didn't like this taste very much. He always felt that it was so sweet that he had a headache and toothache, but he couldn't help his children like it. Gradually, Song Tingzong could not change his expression when facing desserts, and even fed them to his children. When he was there, he ate a small half of the cake.

Of course, if my godson was fed in another way, he would probably be able to eat more.

"There is also a box here!" The child walking along the street suddenly stopped in front of a shop, and turned to look at him with bright eyes: "I want to eat his white jade tofu cake!"

Looking ready to move, he completely forgot that he was still angry with the man.

A smile flashed across Song Tingzong's eyes, but his face was still indifferent and serious. After he nodded slightly in agreement, Ji Qinian excitedly pushed the door open.

Heboxji is a dessert shop that claims to be a century-old brand. It is said that the founder’s ancestors once worked as imperial chefs. The secret recipes of various pastries have been passed down from generation to generation and have been continuously improved.

As for why the origin is so awesome, but it is not a well-known trademark in the country...

It can only be said that the heir to the royal chef only started to inherit the ancestral business in the past two years.

Some time ago, when Ji Qi Nian was in a bad mood, Song Tingzong would ask the housekeeper to go out to buy desserts and pastries every day. Once Ji Qi Nian happened to be by his side, and the child who had been reluctant to talk suddenly asked for a box of snacks.

Song Tingzong motioned the housekeeper to buy it, but he couldn't figure out when his children knew about such a dessert shop.

In the end, it comes down to the time when the dessert-loving child ran away from home.

It wasn't until one day after the child regained his energy that he chatted with his younger brother one day, Mr. Song didn't know that it was introduced by a younger brother who was born out of nowhere.

In this regard, Mr. Song has only one word:

Ah.

There were a lot of people in the store, but fortunately most of them were take-away, Ji Qiannian pulled Song Tingzong to find a seat by the window and called the waiter to order.

The young waitress girl blushed when she saw Song Tingzong. The stability and calmness of a mature man has always been attractive, not to mention that the man in front of him has a 360-degree face with no dead ends.

Unconsciously, Ji Qiannian ordered a bunch of desserts, but found that no one paid attention to him, and raised his head in doubt——

I saw the waiter staring at my godfather non-stop.

His face was red and his ears were red, and he was about to say something.

The child who was originally smiling suddenly turned dark, leaned forward slightly against the edge of the table, leaned on his chin with one hand, turned his head to look at the little girl in Huaichun, and teased with a smile: "Miss sister, my godfather is beautiful!" Bar?"

The waiter nodded timidly.

Ji Qinian's smile deepened, and there was a delicate light in his pure and clear eyes: "My godfather doesn't have a girlfriend, he has a lot of money, and he has a face if he has a lot of money. Do you like it?"

Song Tingzong looked at him making trouble indifferently, and his cold and serious eyebrows made him look even a little impatient.

The waiter seems to be timid, good-looking people... It's enough to look at, and he is still this kind of diamond king, and a person like myself can't even think about it