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Duan Baiting lowered his eyes to look at her, the little girl's hands were still pinching his clothes, and even the smile on her face was a complete replica of her mother's.

Exactly the same.

Duan Baiting found it funny and asked her, "What did you call me?"

Duan Zhiwan looked confused and called her again, "Tingting."

He smiled softly and said to her, "You are so disrespectful."

She was just like Song Wanyue, very good at reading people's expressions. Knowing that her father had calmed down, she went over to hug him: "Tingting, don't be angry."

She stood on tiptoe and leaned into his arms. Duan Baiting was afraid that she would fall, so he picked her up with one hand: "If you continue to be so disrespectful, I will be really angry."

Duan Zhiwan obediently changed his tone and called him dad.

Duan Baiting glanced at Song Wanyue who was still standing next to him, put the little one in his arms down, and walked to her side.

He looked serious, as if he wanted to reason with her again.

Song Wanyue hurriedly asked him to stop and whispered, "Zhi Wan is still here, please give me some face. Let's go back to the room and scold him."

He sighed helplessly, "I don't want to scold you."

He took Song Wanyue's hand and sat down: "Does your stomach hurt?"

Song Wanyue actually felt a little uncomfortable, but she still shook her head stubbornly: "No."

Duan Baiting's eyes were deep: "Really not painful?"

Song Wanyue felt guilty when he looked at her, and could only pretend to be calm and go over to tease Duan Zhiwan.

He pretended to be calm and said, "It really doesn't hurt."

Duan Baiting nodded without asking any more questions.

He stood up with his sleeves rolled up and walked towards the kitchen. He just looked in the trash can and saw that there was probably half a bowl left, so he guessed she didn't eat much.

He opened the refrigerator and looked up and down. There were plenty

of ingredients: "What do you want to eat?" Song Wanyue casually named a few dishes. Duan Baiting asked Duan Zhiwan again: "What about you, is there anything you want to eat?"

Duan Zhiwan hesitated and looked at the lotus soup on the table, and said in a baby voice: "I didn't finish the soup my mother cooked for me."

Duan Baiting followed her gaze and seemed to be unconvinced: "Mom cooked it?"

Duan Zhiwan nodded heavily: "Mom also made eggs for me."

There was indeed an empty bowl next to it, and it was eaten very cleanly.

Duan Baiting closed the refrigerator door and walked over: "What egg?"

Song Wanyue thought of the taste and felt a little unsure: "Steamed egg with shrimp."

Duan Baiting paused slightly and his eyes returned to her.

There was a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "You did it?"

Song Wanyue thought he was questioning her.

Although she lacked confidence, it did not prevent her from feeling unhappy about his questioning of her.

"I just seldom go into the kitchen, not that I don't know how to do it. I cook delicious food. Zhiwan even praised me just now."

Duan Baiting hummed lightly, speaking vaguely.

He walked over, took out a few tissues from the coffee table, bent down, and gently wiped Duan Zhiwan's mouth, "Are you still hungry now?"

Duan Zhiwan shook her head: "No."

She looked at the half-empty bowl of soup on the table, "I didn't finish it."

Duan Baiting knew what she wanted to express. She was full, but she didn't finish the soup her mother cooked for her.

So he comforted her: "It's okay, Dad will finish it later."

When Song Wanyue heard this, she felt even more guilty. If Duan Baiting drank the soup, wouldn't his forced calmness be exposed?

"Or...or don't drink it. I was the one who cooked it for Zhiwan in the first place."

Duan Baiting had already stretched out his hand, ready to take the bowl. After hearing her words, he raised his eyes slightly: "Hmm?"

Most of the time his emotions were still indifferent, after all, it's hard to change one's nature. After being with Song Wanyue and becoming a father, he is indeed much more lively than before.

But the apparent fluctuations are not that big.

Song Wanyue scratched her head: "It's just...how to put it."

She was struggling to find a suitable explanation, and finally could only say: "This is made for Zhiwan. It's not good for an adult like you to eat it."

Duan Baiting's tone was ordinary: "Then I owe it to Zhiwan."

Song Wanyue pondered his ordinary words, and always felt that it was not as calm as it sounded on the surface.

Duan Baiting took a sip of soup, stopped, and looked up at her.

Song Wanyue felt guilty being stared at and turned her head away and coughed.

"I made this soup by following a tutorial. Don't worry, the ingredients are clean and healthy. Maybe..."

She didn't say the words "it doesn't taste very good".

What else is there to say? Duan Baiting must have tasted it, otherwise he wouldn't be looking at her like that.

She would not humiliate herself.

I remembered that I had just boasted that I was a good cook. The slap in the face came so quickly.

Fortunately, Duan Baiting said nothing, quietly finished the remaining half bowl, then went into the kitchen, cleaned up the kitchen waste, and washed the dishes.

By the time he finished cooking, it was already late.

Duan Baiting carried Duan Zhiwan upstairs. The nanny was not there today and there was no one to take care of her, so Duan Zhiwan slept in their room.

After having a midnight snack and taking a shower, Song Wanyue changed into pajamas and said that she had just done a foot mask and couldn't walk. She acted coquettishly and asked Duan Baiting to carry her back to the room.

Duan Baiting came in and blew out the scented candle next to the bathtub and took it away. When he heard her words, he did not respond.

Song Wanyue was not at all put off by his indifference.

She went to hold his hand and said in a coquettish voice, "Tingting, hug me."

When she was in school, people always said that she was a shrew and liked to speak in a hoarse voice.

Song Wanyue never acknowledged it, including now. She had clearly only done it in front of Duan Baiting.

It can be as tight as you want and as coquettish as you want. She was so coquettish that even she couldn't stand it.

But Duan Baiting just fell for it.

Sure enough, after acting coquettishly, even the calmest person would undergo very subtle changes.

——He swallowed hard.

Like suddenly feeling thirsty.

The silence lasted for a few seconds before he finally gave in.

He held her with one hand, and before he could hold the little one next to him with the other hand, he saw her following suit and holding his hand: "Tingting."

Duan Baiting had no choice but to hold one in each hand, and did not forget to correct her: "What should you call me?"

Duan Zhiwan obediently changed his words: "Dad."

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child falls asleep quickly and falls asleep as soon as he comes out.

In order not to disturb her, the two of them spoke in low voices.

"The kindergarten is going to hold an activity in a few days. The teacher told me that parents are asked to go. Are you going or should I go?"

Duan Baiting sat on the bed and let her lean on his arms: "Can't we go together?"

"I can, but..." Song Wanyue looked solemn.

Duan Baiting lowered his head: "Just what?"

She smiled infatuatedly: "Zhi Wan said that the male teacher in their small class is very handsome. I've also seen his photo, he is quite handsome."

Duan Baiting: "..."

She continued: "He is the same type as you, the nose, eyes and mouth are quite similar. The only difference is that he has a better temper, and looks gentle and patient."

Duan Baiting raised his hand and turned off the lights: "Go to sleep."

Song Wanyue was held back in his arms and covered with a quilt. She smelled the clean, pleasant, cool fragrance on him.

She came out of his arms, looked into his eyes, and found that he was indeed not asleep.

"Are you jealous?"

He hugged the restless person back into his arms and urged her in a slightly low voice: "Go to bed, it's getting late."

"I was just teasing you. All the teachers in the kindergarten are female."

"Yeah."

"Were you jealous just now?"

"Yeah."

Song Wanyue was almost happy in her heart, but she pretended to be a reasonable person on the surface: "You are a father, why are you still so jealous. Can't you be a little more generous?"

It was still the same simple and perfunctory sentence: "Yeah."

Song Wanyue's emotions fluctuated greatly. She was so angry that she got up from his arms, and her movement was so big that she even pushed open the quilt.

"What are you humming?"

"You're already a father, why are you still so jealous?" He repeated the sentence.

Tell her that she was "hmm" this.

Song Wanyue suddenly laughed.

"Duan Baiting, are you childish?"

He did not answer her this time: "Go to sleep."

He neither admitted nor denied.

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Usually, whoever of them has time will stay at home with the children.

During that period, Bai Ting was very free and taught Duan Zhiwan to do his homework at home every day.

He had just finished his homework and was checking it in his hand. Just then he received a call from Shang Heng, asking him to go out for a drink.

Ever since he had a child, Duan Baiting would never go to such a place.

Shang Heng didn't have high hopes at first, but the other party agreed and said he would book the seat.

Shang Heng was stunned for a while, then he smiled, opened the window and looked out. The sun didn't rise from the west today.

In the children's restaurant.

Shang Heng was eating a mini pudding, wondering if this man would really change his personality once he became a father.

"I never thought that my friend and I would have a dinner in a children's restaurant."

Xi Yang teased Duan Zhiwan with the doll and smiled nonchalantly, "What's wrong with a children's restaurant? It's so cute."

He shook the Princess Elsa doll in his hand at her, "Little Zhiwan, let uncle hug you."

She obediently reached out her hand.

Xi Yang held her in his arms, his smile full of doting, and gave her the doll in his hand: "This is Princess Elsa. She is a beautiful little princess just like our Zhiwan."

She corrected him in a baby voice: "Xi Yang Susu, only I am a princess."

Shang Heng laughed so hard beside her: "She is the same as her mother."

Duan Baiting glanced at him with a slightly dissatisfied look in his eyes.

The latter immediately changed his words: "Wrong, wrong."

The three grown men took turns coaxing the child for a while and chatted casually for a few words.

Shang Heng asked Xi Yang: "Are you still in touch with Yun Wei?"

Xi Yang scooped a glutinous rice ball and fed it to Duan Zhiwan. When he heard his words, he paused for a moment.

Afterwards, he smiled calmly and said, "How could I have the face to contact her after something like that happened."

Shang Heng sighed, "Look forward, it's all over."

Xi Yang raised his hand to cover the ugly scar on his wrist, smiled and nodded.

Children's eyes are the most discerning and clear, and they can see things that others cannot see or easily overlook.

Duan Zhiwan whispered in Duan Baiting's ear: "Uncle Xi seems very sad. His eyes are crying."