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in the end, duan linbai went to fu chenâs house all the time not only to avoid trouble, but also for xu shunqin.
they had previously worked together on a project, but duan linbai had to prepare for his wedding, so duan songqiao was in charge of many things.
the project should have been handed over to the senior managers, but the person in charge was xu shunqin, the heir appointed by elder xu. duan songqiao would meet him in person whenever he was free.
after a while, the two sides became familiar with each other.
after xu yuanfei got pregnant, duan songqiao would naturally congratulate her politely when they met. when they talked about how they found out that she was pregnant, he could not help but mention fu chenâs family.
duan songqiao narrowed his eyes.
so fu chenâs son had this ability?
he thought that duan linbai and xu jiamu didnât have children yet, and maybe they didnât like children, so he sent duan linbai to visit the capital of yunjin city more often. perhaps he wanted to have children because they were cute.
who knew that every time duan linbai came over, he would be in a daze while hugging the dog.
however, baby fu was indeed much better looking than when he was just born. although his eyes and eyebrows were not fully grown, he was still a white and tender little ball.
sometimes, when song fengwan was resting upstairs, fu chen would place him by his side when he was copying scriptures. he was also well-behaved, lying in the cradle and tilting his head to stare at fu chen. his lotus root-like arms were shaking randomly, and his eyes were bright and dark.
because of the childâs presence, fu chenâs original habit of burning incense in the study had also changed. he seemed to be able to understand the babbling of beijing opera and didnât cry or make a fuss.
âi say, fu san, youâre letting such a young child listen to a play? why donât you make some soothing music?â
duan linbai was a music student, so he knew more about this.
âplaying other music doesnât seem to have much effect. he likes this kind of rhythmic music.â fu chen was copying buddhist scriptures with a wolfâs hair brush in his hand. he had a beautiful thin golden body and beautiful heavenly bones.
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not long after, the little guy was hungry, so fu chen went out to get him some milk. duan linbai narrowed his eyes and stared at the little guy in front of him.
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âgrow up quickly, iâll take you out to have fun.â
baby fu seemed to understand. she blinked and twisted her body.
â hehe, donât learn from your father. heâs not a good person. in the future, follow me and iâll bring you to eat and drink well. iâm very rich, you know? â
duan linbai reached out and poked his little face.
tsk tsk tsk
it was tender, soft, and white.
using jing hanchuanâs previous description, she was like a snowball. duan linbai didnât have that poetic quality. he only felt that she was soft and warm, like a small white bun, and wanted to pinch her.
since there was no one else around, he really did it.
â aowu aowu! â fu xinhan squatted on the ground and howled.
âshush, iâll beat you up if you keep shouting.â
the young paparazzo was speechless.
then, a certain someone looked at baby fuâs face ...
âhehe, my godfather is here!â
before fu chen reached the door of the study, he heard his son crying inside.
when he pushed the door open and entered the house, he saw duan linbai standing helplessly beside the cradle.
fu chen made a sound and skillfully checked the diaper first. he thought it was urine, but he realized that the little guyâs butt was very dry. he frowned slightly. â why are you suddenly crying? â
âhow would i know? maybe heâs just hungry.â
âyou scared me to death, fu san. your son can cry too much. his voice is so loud.â
âi donât know how to coax a child. you scared me.â
â¦â¦
fu baobao cried with all her might, and her face was red. naturally, the red marks left by a certain someoneâs evil deeds just now could not be seen.
fu chen picked his son up. â why are you crying? didnât i bring your milk?â
as he spoke, he passed the milk bottle over. in the past, he would stop crying after drinking milk. this time, he was still howling after drinking it, almost choking on the milk.
â duan linbai, i wasnât here just now. did you do anything to my son? â fu chen looked at a certain someoneâs eyes and felt guilty. he couldnât help but guess.
â how is that possible? what can i do to him? â duan linbai smirked.
fu chen walked back and forth in the room with his son in his arms, gently patting his back and constantly comforting him. after five or six minutes, he leaned on fu chenâs shoulder, probably tired from crying. his shoulders were shaking, obviously crying too hard.
âget some tissue and wipe his nose.â fu chen looked at duan linbai.
duan linbai was helpless and could only listen to him. he tore off the tissue and prepared to let him guess, but before his hand could touch it, a certain little fellow started crying ...
his hand trembled, and he saw fu chen shooting a cold look at him. he cursed in his heart ...