Luoluo pouted, his face full of disgust: "No, I want to support my dad."
"You should just raise pandas instead. Your dad has me."
Shi Yan was unhappy about the change.
How can you let your son support your own people? That would make him look so useless.
no.
Absolutely not.
Luoluo snorted coldly, asserting his ownership: "Dad is mine."
"Son, your father is mine, and so are you."
Shi Yan emphasized, referring to his son who always caused trouble for his father.
Otherwise, this little thing would be flying high in the sky.
Luoluo was unconvinced.
With his hands on his hips, he was ready to have a serious talk with his father.
Dad is clearly his.
But there's a saying: old ginger is spicier.
Shi Yan pressed Luo Miao's head down and kissed his lips fiercely.
Quickly retreat before he can resist.
He looked at his son, who was staring wide-eyed and seemingly bewildered, and said smugly.
"Son, do you understand now? Your father is mine. But when you meet someone you want to be close to in the future, that person will be yours."
I took the opportunity to teach my own child a bit about the wrong views on love.
Shi Yan felt that his life was complete.
He has a partner and children.
Luo Luo jumped off the little chair, threw himself into Luo Ling's arms, looked at his father with a wronged expression, and tears fell down his face.
Luo Ling's expression changed drastically.
He quickly picked up the little boy and comforted him.
"Baby, he's lying to you. Don't listen to him. You're Daddy's little baby, and Daddy is yours too. Be good, don't cry."
He glanced at Shi Yan, a silent warning.
The child is so young, and all you do is bully him.
They don't act like adults at all.
Luoluo nestled in his father's arms and gave his father a sly smile.
Trying to steal his dad, huh.
Dad is his.
Shi Yan really wants to throw this brat out right now.
Clever and cunning, just like a fox.
Which one is his child?
He clearly loves his son so much, yet his son is always going against him.
Frustrating.
This is awful.
But he couldn't say it.
Because he knew that Luo Ling was definitely on the side of the child.
He sighed, his tone helpless: "Truly cunning."
"Hehehe~~"
Luoluo made a face at his father and then buried himself in his arms.
He wrapped his arms around his neck, beaming with pride.
Luo Miao avoided Shi Yan's mournful gaze, feeling uneasy.
His child seems to be a bit...too clever.
"Ahem... It's getting late, let's go."
What can Shi Yan do?
Of course he agreed.
He took the backpacks from the father and son and followed behind them.
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I noticed a group of people gathered in the hotel lobby.
In the dim light, Luo Miao heard his own name.
I took a couple of steps forward and immediately overheard their conversation.
"Are you sure you can stop Luo Ling?"
"There was just a post online about Luo Miao's situation abroad, and he's achieved a lot."
"So what if he's famous? If his character is bad, he'll still be eliminated."
"Indeed, but I must say, his demeanor and appearance are truly captivating, like a prince who stepped out of the Middle Ages."
"Even if he's a prince, he's not yours. Forget about it. Getting the news is the priority."
...
Luo Ling had a cold face.
He has no desire to maintain any persona anymore.
Unless he is a monk.
Unfortunately, he wasn't.
He turned his head to look at the man beside him, who exuded a low-pressure aura and whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
His eyes darted around, and his voice held a seductive glint: "Would you like to come home with us tonight?"
Shi Yan's eyes lit up suddenly, and he nodded quickly: "I want to."
He not only wanted to go home with him, but also wanted to sleep with him!
Luo Ling raised his lips and beckoned to him, signaling him to come closer.