Stop There, Daddy

The happiest person for Wen Shuyue to live in He Siming’s house was Wen Baobao. He hoped that his father and mother could live together for a long time so that he would have a happy family of three, and no one dared to say that he had no parents anymore.

Wen Baobao was waiting for them at the door as soon as he heard the news. When he saw the familiar car, he couldn’t help running over and shouted with a grin, “Mommy! Daddy! You’re finally back.”

“Yes, Mommy will live with you these days. Are you happy? ” Wen Shuyue took Wen Baobao into her arms as soon as she got out of the car.

Maybe it was because she didn’t hold him for a long time, she suddenly felt that Wen Baobao was much heavier. It was tired to hold him for a while, and her arms became sore in just a few minutes.

However, Wen Baobao was accustomed to her hug, and he was not aware of this. He kept talking with Wen Shuyue and urging her to live here in the future.

“Don’t hold him too often. Boys are supposed to be independent.” He Siming obviously sensed something and immediately took Wen Baobao from Wen Shuyue’s arms.

Wen Shuyue breathed a sigh of relief. Without Wen Baobao noticing, she kept swinging her arm, which might be a little red and swollen now.

A lot of things happened these days. As soon as Wen Shuyue returned to her room, she lay down on the bed. She closed her eyes to rest and soon fell asleep.

In a daze, she always felt someone calling her softly, but her eyelids were so heavy that she could not open them. All of a sudden, she felt a slight chill on her lips, and the familiar faint scent of peppermint came to her.

Wen Shuyue’s heart was beating violently, and even if she didn’t open her eyes, she already knew what had just happened and that He Siming had been here.

“Daddy, why didn’t you call Mommy down?” Wen Baobao was still waiting for his mommy to come down for dinner downstairs. But when he saw only He Siming coming downstairs, he felt a little upset.

It had been a long time since the three of them had dined together, and he had wanted to give them a chance to fix them up again tonight, but now his mother didn’t come down.

Wen Baobao was frustrated. He was really worried about these two people.

“Shh, ” He Siming asked Baobao to keep his voice down and said slowly, “your mommy is too sleepy. She can have it when she wakes up. ”

“Well, then we can have dinner first.” Although Wen Baobao was dissatisfied, he was reluctant to wake Wen Shuyue up.

Wen Shuyue was really tired. When she woke up, it was nearly midnight.

“Purr!”

Wen Shuyue’s stomach kept growling. She couldn’t stand the hunger any more, so she had to go downstairs to look for something to eat in the kitchen. However, she didn’t expect to see Him Siming when she came down.

They looked at each other, and soon Wen Shuyue looked away in embarrassment. He Siming gave a low, dry cough, then said faintly, “Are you hungry?”

“Well, I haven’t had much all day, so I’m rather hungry.” Wen Shuyue nodded and said frankly.

After experiencing so many things together with He Siming, Wen Shuyue had got to know him a little bit better. He Siming didn’t like others to lie to him, even if it was a white lie.

“I’m hungry, too. Give me a helping of whatever you want.” He Siming said faintly. He went to the sofa and sat down, opened his laptop and played games there.

Wen Shuyue was a little shocked by him.

“Could this guy be any bossier? Why should I prepare food when he’s hungry?”

But what’s the use of talking about it now that she’s in his house? Wen Shuyue stared at him for a moment, then went alone to the kitchen to get something to eat.

Since it was midnight, she didn’t have to cook ceremoniously. Wen Shuyue made two bowls of egg fried rice. Perhaps because she was not good at cooking, when she brought the food to He Siming, he did not even notice.

“All I want now is fried rice, so if you don’t eat it, you’ll have to make it yourself.” Wen Shuyue put the fried rice in front of him and said with a proud face.

At the sound, He Siming finally closed his laptop, but just as he was about to start eating, he realized that the fried rice didn’t look good.

He pressed his lips together, hesitating for several times before he could swallow. Wen Shuyue had eaten nearly half of it because she was starving.

Seeing that he hadn’t started yet, Wen Shuyue asked curiously, “Why don’t you eat? It’s not poison. It won’t kill you.”

In order to make fried rice for him, she made this one alone, and there was a bowl in the kitchen. She was worried that He Siming would not have enough.

He Siming hesitated at first, but after hearing Wen Shuyue’s words, he had no choice but to force himself to start, but his face was awful as soon as he took the first bite.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“My cooking is not that bad, is it?” Wen Shuyue suddenly became nervous. She had worked hard for the fried rice, but she didn’t expect He Siming’s response to be so bad.

“No, it’s average.” He Siming tried to swallow the mouthful. Fearing that she would not believe it, he ate a few more.

It was true that women were very trusting. Wen Shuyue never doubted that there was something wrong with her fried rice from beginning to end. When she saw He Siming enjoying it, she was also delighted.

He Siming finally finished the fried rice. When Wen Shuyue was finally cleaning up, she accidentally ate some fried rice in the kitchen. It was so salty that tears came to her eyes.

“Oh my God, how could it be so salty? Why did He Siming eat it all?” Wen Shuyue thought that just now He Siming forced himself to eat, she felt a little uncomfortable.

He Siming might not have eaten all that fried rice if she hadn’t kept pressing and asking him. She blamed herself for not having tasted it beforehand. He must have a bad stomach after eating so much awful Fried rice.

The more Wen Shuyue thought about it, the more she felt bad in her heart. She hurriedly prepared a bowl of porridge for He Siming and took it to his room.

It was just outside that Wen Shuyue heard the retching sound inside. She knocked cautiously on the door and said, “I’m sorry, He Siming, I didn’t expect that the fried rice I cooked would taste so bad. I prepared a bowl of porridge for you. Would you like some?”