[Han Zhang][ABO] can't be said

If so...he really doesn't want to...

But there is only such an unreliable candidate, what should I do?

And there was a project to enter the site the next day, so he had to be on site, and he couldn't leave such a big deal at home to watch over the children.

So he made a difficult decision, he called Zhang Jiale.

Instead of going to the office tomorrow, come to work at my house.

ah?What are you doing?Let me tell you, double the amount of business and private affairs, I have always charged fairly.

Come to my house with the kids.You can swipe the card as you like.

ha?who?your?

mine.

——Fuck, trough, trough, trough? ? ? ! ! !When did you dare not invite me to dinner? ?

Lele, the point is all wrong, okay?

But Zhang Jiale is a very responsible person, and the tasks entrusted to him will definitely be completed satisfactorily, and will be overfulfilled.So when Han Wenqing returned home covered in sweat, he pushed open the door thinking he had made a mistake.

The whole room turned pink.

Pink sky, pink ground, pink valance, pink quilt cover, pink big flower wall clock, pink small flower alarm clock, pink slippers, pink protective pad, and the scariest thing is, I bought a toy car , It can also be pink.

The big and the young couple just put the figurines in the pink, and Zhang Jiale said with a sense of accomplishment on his face: "Team Han, aren't you so satisfied that you are so excited that you are about to cry?" in the refreshing feeling.

Han Wenqing said with a dark face: "I remember I said that my family is a son?"

Zhang Jiale was dissatisfied: "What's wrong with my son, my family is also a son?"

"Your son is raised like this?"

"That's right, that's how my son was raised!"

Han Wenqing finally realized what a wrong decision he made to find Zhang Jiale.

In the end, it was Xiao Qiying who solved the problem.

As soon as the little guy saw Han Wenqing, he got up and stumbled over, holding a Rubik's Cube in his hand.

All six sides are spelled out.

Zhang Jiale's eyes are straightened, he still can't spell six faces.

"Fucking old Han, your son is a genius. Has he gone to kindergarten? Which one do you plan to go to? How about paying for the best kind of international bilingual? If you train him from a baby, it will become a great cause in the future?"

Little Song Qiying, who is bound to achieve great things, is now grabbing his knees and showing him the Rubik's Cube with a serious face.

Han Wenqing hugged the man and the Rubik's Cube together.

"You did it yourself?"

The little guy nodded desperately.

"Did your father secretly help?"

As Han Wenqing spoke, he glanced at Zhang Xinjie. He must have been too thin-skinned. When he heard him asking this question on purpose, he instantly lowered his head and blushed.

"I spelled it myself—" the little guy asked in a long voice, "Daddy?"

Han Wenqing nodded, pointed at Zhang Xinjie, "Father."

The little guy shook his head. "I don't have a dad—"

Captain Han turned his face coldly to the boy who was sitting on his hand, and said in a serious tone, "Who said that?!"

"The teacher said—"

"Teacher is an idiot," Captain Han retorted mercilessly. He carried the child and put him next to Zhang Xinjie. "They locked up your father and didn't let him see you. Your father searched for you for a long time after he escaped. .”

Xiao Qiying blinked: "Closed? Like Rapunzel?"

Zhang Xinjie black line.Zhang Jiale had already collapsed on the pink safety mat laughing, so Han Wenqing had no choice but to reply, "Yes, just like Rapunzel."

"But his hair is not long."

"He grows when you sleep."

"Then are you the prince who can climb his hair outside the tower?"

Uh... Han Wenqing didn't know how to answer, so Zhang Xinjie suppressed a smile and said, he is.

Zhang Jiale turned over as if he had been poisoned.Emma is dying, I want to go home...

So the little guy immediately pointed at Zhang Jiale and said: You are a bad witch!

Zhang Jiale was shocked.I worked hard all day, how could I still get shot while lying down?Qiying, Uncle played with you today! The toys were also bought for you!

Han Wenqing looked at him very calmly, hinting in his eyes.

After all, he was an old partner who cooperated with each other tacitly, Zhang Jiale gasped, thinking that I had to take the blame for this.

He bared his teeth: "Yes, I was the one who took your father away!! So you don't have a father anymore!"

The little baby came up and pushed him with his fleshy little hands: "Why did you take my father away?"

Zhang Jiale became more and more talented in acting, and he did not forget to praise his acting talent:

"Your father is so beautiful, the eight kings of the seven kingdoms are going to snatch him! He can't be seen by others, so he has to be locked up in the tower! You are too young to protect your father, so I will take your father away!" He said He was still winking when he got excited about acting, as if he wanted to catch Zhang Xinjie, "You don't want Dad anyway, I will take him away this time and eat him. You see, the tender meat must be delicious. If you eat it, you will die forever." There is no father!"

The little guy gritted his teeth and gritted his mouth to hold back the tears, and suddenly came up to push Zhang Jiale: "I want daddy, don't catch my daddy!"

Zhang Xinjie followed Zhang Jiale in a daze. Before he knew what they were going to do, he saw Han Wenqing come up and throw Zhang Jiale by the neck, knocked the door shut and clapped his hands.

There's a huge bang outside, Old Han, you are ungrateful!

He ignored Zhang Xinjie and turned to look at Zhang Xinjie. When he saw someone rubbing his wrist, he frowned and pulled it over to look: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay..." Zhang Xinjie looked blank, "Isn't this not good?"

He refers to throwing Zhang Jiale out.It would be too real if it was a children's play. After all, I have worked so hard to help all day.

Captain Han felt that he was overreacting a bit. He wanted to explain that Zhang Jiale is also an A. Although he passed the mark, the A phobia should not be so finely divided. He also has a self-discriminating function. He is crazy and not easy to stop, so I am afraid. You couldn't take it anymore, but suddenly realized that holding Zhang Xinjie's wrist didn't seem right, so you quickly let go.

Xiao Qiying looked at Han Wenqing with adoring eyes, and probably thought it was too crazy and cool to be able to grab the witch and throw him out of the door like that.

Zhang Xinjie picked him up, and the little guy looked at his own face, and then at Han Wenqing, with a look of anticipation.

"Are you a knight?"

...wasn't he still a prince just now?

"The knight should do this," the little guy demonstrated solemnly, his chubby legs curled up, and he made a non-standard appearance of kneeling on one knee, his little finger grabbed Zhang Xinjie's fingertips, and his mouth moved up to suck it.

Zhang Xinjie suppressed a smile, forced himself to look serious, and put his forehead on his son's head.

"Thank you for your protection, my little prince."

Then, the big and the small figures looked at Han Wenqing with the same eyes again.

Han Wenqing was very helpless, so he had to imitate his son and kneel on one knee. Fortunately, there were more standards, and it looked like that.

Zhang Xinjie accidentally felt that his heartbeat was missing a beat and his breathing was at the wrong rhythm, and his pulse distribution of 1 beats per minute was completely disrupted.

He saw the man kneeling in front of him holding his other hand and quickly kissing the back of his hand.

Still frowning: "OK?"

Xiaowa continued to wait expectantly for Zhang Xinjie to speak.

Zhang Xinjie's face changed abruptly, and as soon as he pushed Han Wenqing away, he slammed the bathroom door.

The restrooms are just across the way, which is really, really nice.

Han Wenqing hugged the baby depressedly, didn't he just touch it, it was fast enough, okay, why are the symptoms still so severe.

Song Qiying probably felt that his mission had been completed, so he stretched out his fleshy paws and waved in front of Lao Han: "Sugar!"

Han Wenqing had a headache, the candy was confiscated by Xiao Zhang last night, but the man could not break his promise, so he had to wait for Zhang Xinjie, whose hair and face were all wet before he dared to walk in the door, and followed suit with a serious face. Shot: "Sugar."

11.

On Monday morning, Captain Han drove his wife and children to school.

cough.

Zhang Xinjie was admitted to a famous university in Q city, not a special Omega university.Since it is a prestigious school, of course it promotes gender freedom, equality and democracy, and the genders are mixed.However, in order to ensure O’s personal safety, the management of the dormitory system is quite strict, and the check-in review during the school period is stricter than that at work. It is very difficult for O to skip class or pretend to be sick. With the school doctor watching over you, skipping classes is even worse. Who knows if you skipped classes or were caught by A or B?And everyone's estrus period is registered in the register for inspection.

As the captain of the demolition team, Han Wenqing had a company job to wait for and couldn't get away with everything. Of course, he couldn't stay at home and be a full-time father to take care of the children.The two of them are a husband and wife, not a couple, a couple or a couple, or an ex, and it doesn't seem like an ex. It is troublesome to register with the housekeeping company, and it is easy to be criticized by others. Besides, Qiying is not a baby. 1 minute away She's a shameless person, quite sensible, so she decided not to hire a confinement wife, and went directly to the city's richest and most expensive bilingual international kindergarten full-time class to register. The tuition fee is more than five times that of Zhang Xinjie University's tuition fee.

Han Tuhao waved his hand: Just take care of the child.

Zhang Xinjie took a small notebook and kept the accounts very carefully.

I will pay you back when I graduate and work.

Han Wenqing had figured out his character these two days, and he didn't bother to argue with him about it.

At that time I will multiply by the current loan interest rate ratio...

Zhang Xinjie, if you count this with me again, get out of the car and walk to school by yourself.

I stated at the beginning that you have no obligation to send me, and I can go to school by myself.

His hand was literally on the door handle.

Han Wenqing was choked up by him and had nothing to say, so he stepped on the gas pedal.

If you have the ability, you jump out of the car.

Captain Han's Monday schedule starts at 06:30.Send Xiao Zhang to school first, and O has to go to the dormitory to sign in after returning to school during the holidays instead of going directly to the classroom, which is more time-consuming than others.After returning, I sent Xiao Qiying to the kindergarten between 07:30 and [-]:[-], and then went to the demolition team to work. It was always on time. Multiplied by the traffic jam cost in the morning rush hour and divided by the accident rate, it was enough.The real itinerary is accurate to the minute, Han Wenqing gave up memorizing those numbers at a glance, and just told me what time to get up and go out.

The road was very congested, but the time to arrive at the school was indeed just right.When Zhang Xinjie got out of the car, Lao Han honked his horn after thinking about it, rolled down the window and said that I would pick you up on Friday.Zhang Xinjie said no, but the other party still kept a straight face and refused to compromise.

I should be able to leave early after the project is finished on Friday, so I will pick you up earlier, and then we will go to the kindergarten to pick up Qiying.

Zhang Xinjie thought for a while, if he drove from the university city to the city by himself, he would definitely not be able to catch up, and he couldn't resist the temptation to pick up his son from the kindergarten, so he nodded and agreed after a while.

Han Wenqing said to the little doll next to him, come on, son, go and say goodbye to Dad.

Little Qiying lay on Han Wenqing's lap, poking her head halfway out of the car window to watch curiously.

Zhang Xinjie felt that the past few days were so unreal and he didn't want to leave. Reason and emotion were at odds, so he leaned over to touch his son's head.

Subconsciously, Han Wenqing reached out and wiped the corner of his eyes.

Ok?

Zhang Xinjie stared at him blankly for a moment, his face flushed a little, and he didn't have any major reaction.

Han Wenqing coughed and said to call me if there was anything to do, and I would pick you up on Friday.

it is good.

The man obediently responded, and then said that Qiying's father had gone to school for five days and I will see you later.Han Wenqing wanted to laugh a little, but he was sure he could hold back, but his fingers involuntarily came back from the back of his neck, and twisted a strand of hair, soft and greasy.

The gates of colleges and universities are all built very high, and the people are as small as one meter. It doesn’t make any difference whether it is A, B or O. They rush inside like ants, and disappear after a while.Han Wenqing stared at the figure of Zhang Xinjie locked in the crowd. He walked straight, not in a hurry, nor arrogant or impatient, so he could be seen from a long distance away.After watching for a long time, he felt that his eyes were a little sore, just like when he ran back in a hurry and remorse, but the person disappeared and could not be found again. Only then did he remember the feeling when he didn't ask for his name.

It was like kicking on rubble and concrete, the pain was not severe but piercing.

Of course Xiao Qiying didn't know what he was thinking. He pulled his coat and crawled, and even reached out to press the audio station. Han Wenqing grabbed his collar and pulled him back. After thinking about it, he still put on his seat belt. What was he thinking? Time to buy a car seat.

Just a little distracted.

The phone rings, a text message.

[I'm in the classroom and can see your car is still there.What's wrong?A friendly reminder, if you start 3 minutes later, based on the average speed of 40 kilometers in the morning peak, the possibility of Qiying being late for school is about 50%.Pay attention to safety, please send me a text message when you arrive.Zhang Xinjie]

Han Wenqing cursed.Put it on your son's head.

"Sit down! Your dad is so talkative."

And feel a little happy for no reason.

"Submit him."

He chewed three words flat on his lips:

"Zhang Xinjie."

12.

Although it was said that it was enough to pick him up at night from the kindergarten, but Captain Han was so busy with his projects that he was always at his wits end, so almost everyone in the Tyranny demolition team from top to bottom came to pick up little Song Qiying from school.Originally, Captain Han thought this was a weird thing and there was no need to let everyone know about it. No one would know that the children of the Golden House Zangjiao of the Korean team are now so old, and they are all heartbroken and regretful. team.

Of course, in private.

Everyone has a great interest in who is the wife of the Korean team Jinwu Zangjiao for four years.

Zhang Jiale, as the only witness who saw the Korean team's wife, received a high degree of attention during all the breaks.

Everyone sat next to him with a boxed lunch, and gathered around to listen to his frothy gossip.

Zhang Jiale thought that this would give me a chance to avenge my shame, so he fabricated a [-]-character love story between Han and Zhang, and the story was so dry that everyone was dumbfounded. At a critical moment, Lao Han walked in.

"Not going to work anymore?"

Everyone put their lunch boxes away and started working.

Han Wenqing said, "Wait a minute."

Everyone froze and didn't dare to move.

Captain Han said, I want to know, right?

Everyone nodded in unison.

In what Zhang Jiale said, only the name was correct, and everything else was nonsense.

It was my fault that I didn't control the estrus.I didn't get in touch with him after that, but now I saw him and realized that the child is so old.Just raise them together.

That's all.What else do you want to know.

Everyone was stunned.

shit.

Boldly asked: Team Han, you haven't marked it yet?

Han Wenqing said it more bluntly: We haven't talked about it yet.

The whole room is cold.Come on, Team Han, are you sure you're not meant to be a father?

Bai Yanfei went to pick up Xiao Qiying and came back, babbling into the office, seeing a group of people with big eyes and small eyes, he asked strangely:

"What's the matter, isn't it a deadline?"

Team Han also opened his mouth: "Just work if you don't ask nonsense."

Everyone hurriedly picked up their hard hats, and watched Han Wenqing squat down to little Song Qiying.

"Did your son have fun in kindergarten today?"

"Fun!"

"Is anyone else bullying you?"

"Have!"

"What's wrong with you?"

The little doll wrenched her fingers very seriously and said, "In the beginning, several children came to snatch my toys, so I told the teacher!"

"Oh, what happened next?"

"Then they came again, and I beat them!"

"Did you win?"

"We won!"

Captain Han stroked the boy's hair in satisfaction, "Well done, you are worthy of being my son."

Everyone: "..." Well, we believe this is your own captain.

Han Wenqing asked again: "Son, all the uncles are going to work, can you stay here alone?"

Little Song Qiying pursed her lips and grabbed his sleeve: "You're not there either?"

"I'm not there either."

"Oh..." The little guy was obviously not satisfied, and he pouted in protest.

"What are men afraid of?"

"I want my dad to accompany me..."

"Papa will be back tomorrow," he said, rubbing Q version's little face, "you said that day that you would defeat the witch to protect papa?"

Zhang Jiale took a step back vigilantly.

The little guy is invigorated.

"Ok!"

"Good boy, are you still afraid?"

The little guy still hesitated for a while, and then said righteously: "I can bear it!"

Han Wenqing sounded familiar.

Bai Yanfei couldn't bear it anymore: "Captain, I've always wanted to ask...you...who is the father? Or are they both called that? So how can children tell the difference?"

Han Wenqing said, oh, he called Xiao Zhang his father.

how about you?

I am big.

You are indeed great, and everyone kneels down.

13

Zhang Xinjie is a legend in school.

This depends on his outstanding grades and appearance, and there is always an additional sentence: still an O.

An O comparable to an A.

Gender will always influence people's judgment, just like excellence is a natural attribute of A, and vassalism seems to easily become the natural definition of O.

Less good is always more acceptable.

Therefore, the appearance of such an outstanding O will always make people feel uncomfortable, especially for A who has a high self-esteem, and B who has a low self-esteem.

He received more criticism than praise; on the contrary, mistakes are easier to accept: once mistakes are made, there are always friends who comfort him and say, it doesn’t matter, oh, there is no such thing as perfect...it’s terrible if you don’t make mistakes, okay?

Therefore, he has higher requirements on himself, and makes fewer mistakes. He has the least error rate in the affairs he handles, the topics he is engaged in, the activities and projects he arranges, even the simplest classroom questions and answers.

Simply robotic.

Someone privately slandered that he was just as good-looking and boring as those made by computer programs.Isn't it just that he can have children? Now, in order to increase the birth rate, B's birth rate has also improved a lot... Is it an O?Except for the estrus, who would want you?

Of course, this kind of condition, on the contrary, admirers and suitors also flock to it.

But his indifferent attitude and rigorous and uncompromising character made these admirers and suitors hit a wall one after another, just like hitting an iron wall, unmoved at all, and unreasonable.

Later, he simply disclosed the problem of his Alpha's sexual misogyny, which caused an uproar, followed by cynicism. Fortunately, A finally harassed a lot less around him, and he could read books in the library with peace of mind.

But now he was always a little restless at night.Sometimes I worry about whether Han Wenqing will bathe the child, sometimes I worry about not having enough dinner, and sometimes I worry about not being able to sleep.He made a regular call at 9 o'clock in the evening every day to inquire about the situation, and Han Wenqing would call back at 9 o'clock in the morning after sending the child to the kindergarten to report that he was safe. His obsessive-compulsive disorder became more and more serious, and Han Wenqing could almost recite what he called to ask every day.

Be good in kindergarten today.

What did you have for lunch? What did you have for dinner?

Have you made friends and not fought with anyone?

Did you go to bed? Did you take a bath? Did you get the foam in your eyes? Are all the indicators okay?

Height and weight will be asked once a week.

Han Da felt that he was able to persist for three weeks and he really moved China.

Of course, he will never say that his son has beaten all the invincible players in the class.

But the problem still came.

The cause was that the kindergarten called Zhang Xinjie.

What kind of work did Song Qiying's parents do?

Why for three consecutive weeks, basically every day except Friday, different people came to pick him up, all of them were men, none of them were O, all of them looked like gangsters or dressed like they were going to a nightclub, we didn’t know Don't worry about giving the child to these people to take away.Those who knew said it was his father's friend, but those who didn't know thought he was planning to kidnap the child to blackmail his father?

Kindergarten strict requirements: In order to reduce the difficulty of our work, we ask that unless there are special circumstances, parents should pick up the children as much as possible.

Zhang Xinjie thought about this issue for a while, and he felt that it would not be a problem to continue like this.Han Wenqing is so busy at work, always asking his colleagues to pick up the children, and then the children have to work overtime with him in the company, which is not conducive to growth.After much deliberation, he felt that it would be better to go through the formalities of day school by himself, and go back to pick up the children after class every day. At least part of the problems could be solved, and he didn't have to worry all day long.Moreover, I can see that soft little face every day, and I feel at ease just thinking about it.

He submitted a day application to the dormitory management association.The reason is very good, he wrote it truthfully, and he didn't shy away from it.If not, it will be very difficult for the strict management school O to get approval for day study.But the news spread to the whole school in an instant for no reason, and the former high-cold male god instantly became a typical case of unmarried pregnancy, and everyone looked at him with weird eyes.

He pretends to be that noble all day long, but in fact, deep down...

The children are all born, but they haven't been marked yet?Why?

You don't know, I saw it that day, someone always drove him to school in a luxury car on Monday...

Being adopted?Hehe, that means our high-cold male god is actually a mistress?

Sure, otherwise why not mark it?

Then he applied for a day study...

Who knows, it takes money to raise a child, maybe it's because you want to expand your business scope?

……

Abusive words came flooding in, but Zhang Xinjie still had the same work, rest and study schedule, from the classroom to the dining hall to the library, unshakable.

O's application was very strict, and because the matter was so uproarious, people couldn't help but look at him a few times, and even the counselors and dormitory supervisors didn't have any particularly good looks towards him.

Oh, this thing.You can apply for day school, but do you have a marked or registered married A?

Zhang Xinjie took a deep breath, he knew that this was deliberately embarrassing him, there was no such item in the application regulations; what's more, he had already reported his Alpha sexual misogyny record.

No.

If not, you will need your parent's guarantee.

I am an adult and fully responsible for myself.

O's coming of age is another kind of entrustment of responsibility. If you have registered marriage with A, or marked it, the guardianship responsibility will be transferred.

This is another level of gender insult.

The negotiation failed, and Zhang Xinjie was stopped by someone on his way back to the dormitory. There were A's that he had rejected, and there were A's or B's that he didn't remember very well, and there seemed to be O's.The aggression emanating from his body was choking to death. They blocked him in a blind spot where the surveillance cameras couldn't see him. What he wanted to do was clear from the beginning, and he was still speaking high-sounding words.The number of people is not within the range that can be escaped by oneself. In this case, the O self-defense protection regulations will state that please do not resist, and protect life safety first.He pressed his back against the wall, suppressed his anger, and said calmly:

You will not bring about any change.

Why not?We can tear off your noble and holy skin and see how lewd and filthy you are inside.

Please calmly think about your actions, and I will call the police.

Alpha-averse?It's actually mania, right?In fact, love is bad, right?I was afraid that if I was touched, I would reveal my true nature, so I said that on purpose?

The smell of A mixed together, the mental magnetic field of being too close, especially the strong and domineering involuntary physical contact made him feel sick.The strength of pinching his wrist, the force of hitting his head against the wall, the pain spread on the body with a hundred times the real touch, but the spirit stayed far away as if to protect himself, watching everything that happened indifferently.He also thought very calmly that there would be no children this time, and he tried his best to press the alarm hidden in the palm of his hand. These people would be punished, and he could ask the emergency doctor for contraceptives first.

Now that I know more, I will not make mistakes.

But the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.It's nine o'clock, Zhang Xinjie thought, I should call.

Press the answer button, just like every night before, and then you should hear the steady voice of the man who has never bothered him, explaining the child's condition somewhat clumsily.Xiao Qiying is not very good at using the phone yet, and the childish voice of a baby is mixed in, occasionally interjecting a few words out of tune.

14

"Xiao Zhang?...Xiao Zhang? Are you okay?...Zhang Xinjie! Wake up! Xinjie??"

His face was patted several times before he could gradually distinguish the true appearance of the person he was thinking of just now reflected on his retina. Zhang Xinjie blinked.

The person next to him fell down.Those lying on the ground were unable to run, and those who could move ran away.

Their horrified eyes indicated that this A's fighting power seemed a bit too strong.

Nonsense, and it doesn't look at people's background.

Can you carry two hundred catties of cement boards and steel bars directly?

Useless is a scholar.Even A is the same.

"……How did you come?"

Han Wenqing's appearance in the school is really out of style.

"The kindergarten also called me. They told me that you were considering going to school to take care of the children, so I came."

"How did you find me?"

Han Wenqing thought for a while: "Don't worry about it."

He pulled up Zhang Xinjie's ripped trousers, and when he touched them, he found that his whole body was shaking.

"never mind."

These words didn't work at all, and people were panting badly.

Old Han's heart softened and his head slammed, he stretched out his hand and hugged the person in his arms, and stroked along his back.

never mind.Fuck the formalities, we'll be back tonight.My son is still waiting at home.

The person in his arms didn't push him away, and it seemed that the shivering got better, and his body gradually warmed up.

Han Wenqing let go of his hand as if thinking of something.

It was Zhang Xinjie staring at him with red eyes from under the glasses.

When I got home, I took a look at it together, yes, fighting with a group of A, don’t look at Han Da’s majesty, it seems to be suppressed across the board, in fact, the damage is not low, a large piece of skin is broken on the back of his hand, his arms and legs are bruised and purple, but it’s true Zhang Xinjie was fine.Comrade Xiao Zhang looked at him and said that we should go to the hospital. Lao Han had a headache when he heard that he was going to the hospital. This kind of minor injury occurs every day on the construction site. I don’t work every time I go to the hospital.fine.

Comrade Xiao Zhang couldn't drag him to the hospital either. After thinking about it, he took out his medical bag and said you sit down.

Lao Han sat down.

hand.

Old Han stretched out his hand.

Zhang Xinjie was concentrating on cleaning, stopping the bleeding, disinfecting and bandaging him, his eyes drooped beautifully, occasionally moving slightly; when he raised his head and found that Han Wenqing was looking at him, he quickly lowered his eyes, pretending not to notice.

Xinjie.

He yelled out without paying attention, but the other party didn't seem to have any uncomfortable reaction, and softly uttered a questioning nasal sound.

Ok?

"I want to kiss you."

Immediately, his whole body tensed up, his shoulders formed a straight line, and his body tightened slightly towards the middle.

Zhang Xinjie subconsciously closed his eyes.

But nothing happened, he looked at the person in front of him suspiciously again, and frowned.

"...?"...Just talking but not practicing, Han Da?

Han Wenqing stared at the hand that was applying the medicine to him for a while, thought and thought, and finally said something that touched China:

"It's okay, as long as you know it."

15.

Zhang Xinjie was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.

For the first time in my life, I skipped class.

Huge sense of incongruity.

According to the timetable, he should start now to catch the bus to ensure that he arrives at school on time and checks in on time.

So the biological clock has naturally woken up.But last night that black-faced god strictly asked him to promise to rest well today.

There is always a first time for everything.

Zhang Xinjie lay upright with dark circles under his eyes, thinking that if he promised, he must do it, but his current state is only half done...

I had to lie straight on the bed to enforce the task, looking at the moving clock and thinking about how many hours I fell asleep.

He also has to bear half of the responsibility, Zhang Xinjie thought, apart from the mandatory requirements of the biological clock, the smell of A lingered in his mind to automatically replay it all night, he couldn't press the pause button, and all the hypnotic self-suggestions were worthless than a sentence utility.

Xiao Qiying's face was right next to her, her chubby little face was puffy, she had slept soundly and looked good, much better than his father.

Then there was a faint sound, probably because Han Wenqing had woken up, and kept the sound very low, probably because he was afraid of waking them up.

Zhang Xinjie decided to accept this kindness, so he was still lying straight, with his hands folded on his chest, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, imagining what Han Wenqing was doing now, brushing his teeth, washing his face, the sound of the microwave oven, the sound of approaching footsteps— —He should be knocking on the door.But after waiting for a while, there was no further movement, as if I could smell the smell of A again, and my heart throbbed restlessly in the chest cavity.

"...Xinjie?"

Han Wenqing yelled, Zhang Xinjie suddenly felt unable to utter a sound, and it was difficult for him to explain this feeling, so he quickly closed his eyes without answering.

It seems a little afraid of him.But it's not that I'm afraid, it's more appropriate to call it a guilty conscience.But Comrade Xiao Zhang carefully examined what he did, and he didn't feel that he had any reason or motive to feel guilty.

Probably because there was no movement, the door lock was turned slightly and opened. Although the footsteps were soft but not concealed, he walked to the side and picked up Xiao Qiying. , with a milky snore.

Zhang Xinjie tightly closed his eyes and remained motionless.

He felt that Han Wenqing should have stood beside him for a while, and he could even feel his gaze wandering over his face.It wasn't because of the smell, even though he was standing so close, Han Wenqing's smell wasn't overbearing and strong enough to make him want to defend himself, and there was still some time before the estrus.

But he could see very clearly in the self-created darkness, and saw his hands approaching, hanging above his face, and then moved up slightly, perhaps wanting to rub his hair.But in the end it just paused for a moment, then retracted and patted his son's back.

"Lie down a little longer. I'll send my son to kindergarten."

Having been discovered, Zhang Xinjie was discouraged and thought about which link had a problem; he opened his eyes and sat up, and saw Lao Han struggling with a sock, trying to successfully put it on his son's kicking foot.

Han Wenqing was obviously not very good at this kind of work that required patience. With his dark face covered in sweat, Zhang Xinjie leaned forward and hugged Xiao Qiying from behind. The back of the little guy's head was pressed against his chest, softly Soft and warm, his small arms let him take off one and put on another.

The little guy tilted his head back and saw Zhang Xinjie's face clearly, then he laughed happily and opened his arms to wrap his arms around his neck.

"father!"

Zhang Xinjie also laughed.He always smiles very lightly, his mood is indistinct, and he faints a little.The little guy's soft hair rubbed against the white skin on his chest, with his bare neck and the depression of his collarbone on his head, and his lips were also pale, with a touch of imperceptible powder added.

Most importantly, the parties were unconscious.

Lao Han gave up the socks that he couldn't even put on three times, even though Qiying's little feet stopped kicking him.He pulled Zhang Xinjie's neatly folded shirts and sweaters on the chair to cover his master's head, and then put them on.Zhang Xinjie struggled a bit, and emphasized that I would do it myself, then Lao Han let go, and turned to help Xiao Qiying button his coat.Zhang Xinjie over there also started buttoning his shirt, and Han Wenqing buttoned his buttonhole crookedly as soon as he saw his hand crooked.

Zhang Xinjie said it's better for me to put down my buttons and button his son's first.

Lao Han didn't like listening to it, nor did he look like it.

Reached out to help fasten the two chests that he hadn't fastened.The two adults and one child maintained such a strange state of buttoning each other.Probably thinking it was fun, Xiao Qiying also stretched out her hand to paw at Lao Han's clothes, and unbuttoned a few buttons, revealing the tight vest inside.

Han Wenqing's hands were quick, and he quickly buttoned it up, but Zhang Xinjie buttoned it up slowly for some reason. When he realized it, his shirt button had already reached the tightest one under his Adam's apple.

Hmm, that seems a lot safer.

Old Han thought with satisfaction.

After sending Qiying to kindergarten and Lao Han went to work again, Zhang Xinjie called the school.

It is very serious to be found out for no reason. Fortunately, a few friends helped to cover up the past, and those who were trying to find fault with him were probably beaten up yesterday, for fear that Zhang Xin