General Manager, can we stop?

"Oh my God, don't grab it with your hands!" I shouted loudly, and at the same time reached out to catch the little paw. Bai Nennen's little hands couldn't be cooked, "This is very hot, take the chopsticks."

I stuffed the chopsticks in front of him into his hands, and I was worried that I would be a little angry afterwards. After all, it was a very close danger just now. Although I would not be angry with a child, it was still a bit uncomfortable to have lingering fears.Who knew that the kid was fine, with a puzzled look on his face, he looked at the chopsticks in his hand, and then at me, "This is... what?"

"Chopsticks." I resisted my anger and said patiently, "Don't you know that these are called chopsticks?" Just after asking, the good guy nodded and said, "My baby has seen this thing, but I don't know what it is. What... um, uncle, what are you doing here?"

"...!!" I turned my head and looked at He Jinpeng who was coming over regardless of previous suspicions, looking at him with eyes for help, but he still dared to give me a charming smile, then turned to the child who was waiting for an answer with a cold face, The tone was as bad as ever: "You don't even know chopsticks, how did your mother teach you? Did she teach you to eat with your hands?"

I...towards, asked really sharply.

The little guy was quite aggrieved, and his mouth pouted slightly, "Mummy didn't teach me, what's wrong with grabbing with hands..."

Well, I think the little guy won.

The animal in my heart ran wildly, and I finally chewed on the question and asked: "Uh, baby, tell uncle, where did you and your mother live?" How come it doesn't look like China...at least not a civilized city?Could it be that they lived in a primitive tribe...Where is there in China, I think about it.

"I go to many places, but my baby doesn't know what to say... well, there are black people, there are white people, and there are people who are neither black nor white... well, there are very few people who are as good-looking as uncle , so the baby likes uncle!" The little guy suddenly became excited, and immediately forgot the previous grievances, and smiled brightly and cutely, "The baby likes daddy too!"

Well, I can probably think of some pictures. I took a look at He who didn’t intend to teach him patiently. I took the little guy’s hand and taught him to hold the chopsticks. No matter where you are, you have to learn to use chopsticks when eating. This is chopsticks, which are used to pick up vegetables, rice and food, you know? If you grab these very hot things with your hands, your little hands will hurt very much. , if there are chopsticks, it won’t be hot, right? You see, it’s used like this..."

I probably taught very patiently and carefully, or maybe this little guy is very smart in nature, and it didn’t take long to learn the essence of Chinese culture for thousands of years. There are so many foreigners who eat noodles.

During the meal, the man sitting next to me snorted from his nostrils to express his dissatisfaction, but I turned a blind eye to it.When I finally had dinner, I had a wonderful feeling: Could it be that this little guy is not surnamed He, but surnamed Bai?

No matter what his last name is, the little guy is really smart and smart. He seems to know that I am better at talking than his dad, so he will come and try to cling to me a lot of times. If there is a change in my face or something wrong, he will show it immediately. Cute smiling face and acting like a baby...God, I haven't known this little friend for three days, okay?

When I got off work at 05:30, I didn't even have time to hesitate to go first. The exclusive elevator door opened, and a small figure rushed out and shouted: "Uncle, I'm home~" immediately attracted all the colleagues who were about to get off work .And Fatty Wang was also surprised that he left the office so early today, and after looking at the situation, he saw a certain person leaning on the exclusive elevator door domineeringly, casting a condescending gaze here.So Minister Wang turned his neck almost imperceptibly, and looked at me with eyes of great regret and hatred.

Minister...you have misunderstood.I shouted in my heart, but I couldn't say anything. The little guy raised his hand and pulled me out of the office. When He Jinpeng saw me approaching, he raised his lips and smiled at me unabashedly, "The little guy is making a fuss, hurry back!" Home."

Of course I don't believe this, the little guy must not dare to speak when facing him alone, let alone when it is noisy, at least not yet.

The first day of getting along with the little guy was quite pleasant, probably not a very familiar relationship yet, there are a hundred thousand reasons why the little guy hasn't appeared yet.Even so, it is already very annoying to someone, I can tell by seeing his face getting more and more stinky, especially before going to bed, the little guy consciously went into the bedroom and went to bed, and when I blocked him from the door, he His face was extremely dark.

"You'd better sleep in the guest room." I said, turning a blind eye to his black face. I haven't forgiven him for his previous deceitful behavior, so let him continue to sleep on the sofa.So I locked the bedroom door with peace of mind, and then there was a "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping" sound from outside, probably someone was using something to vent their anger.

In the middle of the night, I got up as usual and carefully went to the living room to check. The man was still as tall as yesterday, curled up on the sofa, not to mention the quilt, not even covered with a blanket, looking very pitiful.Although there is a central air conditioner in the room to keep the temperature constant, this winter seems to be colder than usual. It is easy to catch a cold if you do not cover the quilt at night... right?

After hesitating for a while, I went back to the dormitory. I didn’t do anything that made me want to chop my hands, but I didn’t sleep as well as yesterday. I seemed to be thinking about something in my heart. I had a few dreams, but nothing happened the next day. Remember.

When I saw He sneezed inadvertently, I remembered what I was thinking about.Pretending not to care and asking: "What's wrong?" Didn't you really have a cold?

But Mr. He didn't show much aggrieved, "It's okay." After saying that, he made breakfast as usual, and went to work together. His attitude towards the little guy was already bad, but he was still willing to let him stay in his office.

I feel that bringing a five-year-old child to work every day is not good for both adults and children. I found a time to mention it to He Jinpeng.

I actually know that it is better for everyone to send the little guy away. At least I can hide the knot in my heart because I can't see it. Now that I see it every day, it is difficult to forget that He Jinpeng has a son with another woman.Thinking of this, I couldn't help raising my eyes. He Jinpeng was tidying up the kitchen. I remembered that he said that I would feel sad when the little guy was around.Did he take my feelings into consideration, so he insisted on sending the little guy away?

"...Uncle, what are you thinking? Mommy said that if adults are in a daze, they must be thinking about something. What are you thinking about?" The little guy watching TV moved his little body closer, tilting his head up and doing the same thing as an adult. Asked with concern, I looked back at this innocent little face, but there was no trace of the woman in the eyebrows and eyes, probably because I looked too much like He Jinpeng, or maybe it was because I was too unfamiliar with that woman's appearance, and even Intentionally excluded from the mind, selectively forgotten.

I reached out and grabbed the little guy's hair, it was very soft, "I was wondering...why the baby is so cute." I said.It's so cute, it looks like a person carved in pink and jade, and I can't bear to send it away after seeing it.

The little guy raised his red mouth and laughed, giggling, "Babies are always cute...does uncle like babies?"

I nodded, "I like it."

"Hehe..." The little guy giggled again, and I couldn't help but look across the living room again, to the other side of the kitchen, just as the person inside took off his apron and came out, tall, handsome, mature, and elegant.

Such a man is washing the dishes for us now. I never thought about this kind of thing when I first met him in the subway; during the interview, I would never believe that I still love him despite my efforts to draw my attention away. on this man?You wouldn't have imagined a day when we would have a relationship, would you?

Happiness has become so ethereal and empty, how should I grasp it?What should I do to hold this man firmly?

Looking at each other, He Jinpeng was slightly taken aback, and then smiled, that kind of smile that raised the corners of his mouth, hearty and flying, full of sexy and confusing. "Why, did you stare blankly? Did you fall in love with me again?"

My face became hot, "Smug!" I hurriedly looked away, blaming myself for my thin skin.

He Jinpeng came over, picked up the little guy beside him and threw it aside, "Go to the room to play." Then he turned to me after sending the person away, "Smelly? Then you still look crazy."

"...I was thinking about other things." I quibbled, feeling that the oppression was getting closer, I instinctively shrank back, and fell onto the sofa with a 'bang' sound, and someone He immediately pressed down, with a serious look on my face smile.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You're just thinking of spring!" I retorted, stretched out my hand and pushed, the weight was there, I couldn't push it at all, so I frowned, "It's so heavy, how many catties do you have?"

"160." He Jinpeng stretched out his hand to play with the hair on my forehead, and answered absent-mindedly.

"...Heavier than me, so me, do you want to lose weight?" I looked for the topic and turned my attention away, but I could still feel that the body temperature of the two of them continued to rise, showing signs of waking up.

"As a man, he's only one hundred and twenty, and he's too thin." He Jinpeng locked my evasive gaze, then pinched my waist, which made me bow in fright, and pushed him a little uneasy, and continued to refute , "I don't think I'm so thin...well, get up."

"I'm sorry." He Shi's shameless way, "You always let me sleep outside recently, and I can't get up."

The author has something to say: In order to publish the article, I went to a restaurant outside to eat, and then I rubbed the Internet. . . .Such hardships are not easy, thank you for your collection! ! ! ! ! ! !I hope this week can reach [-] collections, and then I will change to [-] chapters. (?﹃?)