evildoers

Xia Chen actually didn't sleep.

His life has always been very regular. In the past ten years or so, he went to bed early and got up early, but these days, he didn't wake up at midnight because Lu Zhixu got up in the middle of the night to cook.

But tonight, he had a vague feeling that something was going to happen.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, he heard a faint cry.

Xia Chen's bedroom is upstairs, not far from the stairs, he turned on the light in the corridor and walked to the stairs.

The stairs in Lu's house are made of marble, with brass carved railings. For the convenience of the baby, the stairs are covered with wool carpets. However, the height between each step of the stairs is still a bit high for a four-year-old baby.

So, when Xia Chen walked up the stairs, what he saw was baby Lu Jiaming who was lying on the stairs, crying loudly while struggling to climb up.

Due to his short legs, four-year-old Lu Baobao could only support himself on the stairs, climbing up with his mouth pursed.

When Xia Chen arrived, the baby's voice was already hoarse from crying.

It was difficult for Xia Chen to express his mood at that moment.

His parents died early, and he grew up in the intrigue of a big family. On the surface, he is as gentle as jade, but in his heart he is colder than anyone else. Most of the time, he looks at others as an outsider.

However, seeing Lu Jiaming's baby crying hoarsely at the moment, his heart was also throbbing with pain.

Xia Chen quickly hugged the tearful bun lying on the stairs.The baby had no strength to climb the stairs, and leaned obediently in his arms, still crying. The baby was only wearing a pajamas, and his hands and feet were cold.

Xia Chen was just about to go back to the room to wrap the baby in clothes when Lu Zhixu's voice came from the stairs.

"Is it Xia Chen? I heard the baby crying..." Lu Zhixu was wearing soft pajamas, while talking, he had already gone up the stairs.

He stood under the stairs, looking at Xia Chen and the baby.

At that moment, Xia Chen knew that Lu Zhixu was sad.

But he is Lu Zhixu after all.

"The baby is having a nightmare, take him to my room to sleep..." The young father turned around and walked towards his room.

The temperature in Lu Zhixu's room was very high, the lights were on, there were several stacks of documents on the bed, and the notebook was also turned on.

Xia Chen knew that he was going to work until three o'clock in the morning.

The baby has been nestled in Xia Chen's arms, sobbing from time to time, Lu Zhixu skillfully probed the baby's forehead, and said softly: "Fortunately, I don't have a fever, I'll get a towel to wipe the baby's face."

Xia Chen looked at the frown he inadvertently frowned when he spoke, his eyes were lowered, his eyelashes cast a shadow on his fair cheeks.

At this moment, Lu Zhixu is a gentle father.

When Lu Zhixu entered the bathroom, Xia Chen lowered his head and wiped the baby's tears, and asked in a low voice, "Why is the baby crying?"

Holding Xia Chen's clothes, the baby timidly hid in his arms without saying a word.

Xia Chen didn't force the baby, he just gently followed the baby's back to stop the baby from choking.

Lu Zhixu soon came out with a basin, Xia Chen sat on the bed with the baby in his arms, and reached out to pick up what was in his hands: "Teacher, let me come..."

Lu Zhixu shook his head, squatted down, wrung out the towel, and gently wiped the baby's hands, and the baby Lu Jiaming let him docilely.

From Xia Chen's point of view, the man squatting beside the bed looked almost gentle, Xia Chen looked at the stacks of documents on the bed - he is not a student living in an ivory tower, he knows the family Everything was earned by this not-so-powerful man.This man seemed to be moody, but he taught the baby to be a strong and kind boy. This man seemed naive and lazy, but he bought his son one of the best houses in C City.

The baby lay listlessly in Xia Chen's arms, with his little fingers hooked on the buttons of Xia Chen's clothes.

After Xia Chen wiped his face, he took the basin to change the water.

"I don't want mother..."

The baby's tender voice seemed unusually abrupt in the quiet room.

Xia Chen looked at Lu Zhixu in surprise.

Lu Zhixu put the water basin on the ground, and he squatted like that, leaned over, held the baby's face, and kissed Lu Jiaming's baby on the forehead.

He said, "Okay, then I don't want my mother."