Chapter 248 Dad, I am better behaved than 256!
"Dad!"
"Dad!"
In the manor.
Ji Mingzong had just come out of the shower and before he could dry his hair, he heard a faint knock on the door.
Opening the door with a towel, I saw the little guy standing at the door holding a doll, wearing a light gray cotton and linen pajamas, looking up at him, his deer-like eyes a little aggrieved: "Dad, I don't dare to sleep alone."< br>
Ji Mingzong's heart tightened.
I have never gotten along with children, and I don’t know how to get along with them for the time being.
But for this little guy, he responded to everything he asked for.
He opened the door slightly, turned sideways, and said in a calm tone: "Come in!"
"Thank you, Dad!"
The little guy entered the bedroom wearing little slippers and threw the doll in his hand on the bed. Just as he was about to climb up, Ji Mingzong took his pajamas and threw him up.
"Thank you, Dad!"
"Are you so polite to everyone?"
"Yes! Grandpa said you must be humble."
Ji Mingzong hummed, walked to the bed and sat down. He turned off the big light in the bedroom and picked up the tablet next to the bed to read emails.
The little guy was lying on the quilt, blinking his clear eyes, and moved closer to him like an earthworm.
He thought his movements were very light, but Mr. Ji, who was used to being alone for a long time, looked at the figure arching under the quilt, which was really conspicuous.
It wasn't until the little guy put in a lot of effort to get to his side and stick to him.
Mr. Ji looked down at him. The little guy looked like a cooked shrimp, and his whole body turned red when rubbed.
A face that was 70% similar to his was in front of him. Even if he didn't have much fatherly love, he would still feel that the blood relationship was magical.
Not to mention, this child was the one he had been begging Ji Lan to give birth to.
A few days ago, I was angry, but at this moment, in the dead of night, the little guy was lying soft and waxy next to me.
Ji Mingzong felt guilty for a moment.
He missed so much in five years.
His birth, his growth.
His first call as daddy, and all the firsts in life.
Ji Mingzong turned off the tablet in his hand, looked at the little guy and asked: "Do you usually sleep with your mother?"
"Yes, Dad!"
"Very clingy to your mother?"
"No, it's because my grandma can't take good care of me, and my mother doesn't trust me to be with my aunt."
"Mom loves me very much."
Mr. Ji: "Didn't you say that she always beats you?"
"It's not really a fight," the little guy Nuo Nuo said.
"When do I usually hit you?"
“When I set fire to my yard, and when I shaved my dog’s hair.”
Mr. Ji: It’s true love even if it doesn’t kill you.
"Dad!" The little guy pulled his fingertips: "Are you very angry with your mother?"
"I saw you two arguing."
Ji Mingzong's heart trembled.
An indescribable emotion quickly climbed up in my heart.
It was hard for him to imagine how cruel it would be for a father to let his children go through what he had experienced when he was a child.
He couldn't bear to leave Ji Lan the way he came.
How could he be willing to leave his own flesh and blood?
The man raised his hand to touch his head, but when he was about to touch it, he froze in mid-air. The sour emotions were like poison in the air, spreading quickly and fiercely.
The familiar yet unfamiliar father and son were surrounded by embarrassment.
When Ji Mingzong's frozen hand was about to withdraw, the little guy got out of the quilt and rubbed his furry head against his rough palm.
"Daddy, just touch me if you want! I'm better behaved than 256!"
"Do you know 256?"
"Well," the little guy nodded: "Mom said it is silly and cute."
"Say he's worth more than me!"
Ji Mingzong:
The first time father and son slept together was not an easy experience.
The little guy's good spirits at night are just an illusion.
The frequency of diarrhea increases in the middle of the night. Taking medicine has no obvious effect.
It was approaching three o'clock in the morning.
The little guy had a stomachache and hurriedly got out of bed and went to the bathroom because he couldn't run fast enough.
Shit on my pants.
He bowed his head in shame and discomfort and stood on the carpet, not looking directly at Ji Mingzong.
Mr. Ji has no experience in dealing with children.
Not to mention taking care of it.
Seeing people standing still, I guessed something.
He thought it was a common question: "Did you poop your pants?"
But the little guy felt sad and ashamed when he heard it.
At first he dropped his shoulders in frustration, then took a deep breath.
Then I burst into tears.
"Dad, I didn't mean it!"
When Ji Lan received a call from Ji Mingzong at five o'clock in the morning, she was surprised but also understood that the man was angry and would not call her easily.
As soon as the call was connected, the little guy cried at the top of his lungs: "Mom, I pooped my pants."
Ji Lan sighed and stood up: "Change your pants after you pooped them. Why are you crying?"
The little guy held back his eyes at the big mountain standing in front of him.
Too embarrassed to speak.
On the contrary, Mr. Ji said: "He feels embarrassed."
Ji Lan:.
Little guy: Wow! ! ! ! !
The morning light was slightly bright, and the sky was broken by his sudden cry.
Ji Lan rubbed his temples: "You cry! I won't be able to pull my pants off even if they are stained with shit."
A useless mother for raising a son!
"Ask your dad to change it for you."
"I don't want" is so embarrassing!
"It's okay for your mother to poop and pee for you so many times, but your father can't do it for you once? Your mother deserves it, right?"
"Be obedient!" Ji Lan coaxed him.
She went downstairs in slippers and was about to go into the dining room to get a glass of water.
The aunt's footsteps sounded downstairs: "Miss, there is a man at the door looking for you."
Ji Lan raised his eyebrows, not sure who it was.
But the person who can be found here cannot be an unreasonable person.
"Xixi, mom is dead."
The phone was on speakerphone, and Ji Mingzong naturally heard what his aunt said.
He stretched out his hand towards the little guy, and the little guy handed him the phone.
When Ji Lan was about to hang up the phone, the man's cold tone was enough to freeze three feet: "Who is looking for you?"
"I don't know," Ji Lan responded truthfully.
A word of ignorance seemed to seal the phone call between the two.
Three to five minutes passed without another word.
According to five years ago, Ji Lan should have died.
But now.
"Dad!" the little guy exclaimed, followed by the scene of him rushing into the bathroom, covering his butt.
When the father and son met for the first time, they were stained with feces and urine, and the smell was extremely strong.
Ji Mingzong walked to the central control panel of the house and turned on the circulation system.
"My son is acclimated and has a stomachache."
"Montmorillonite powder," Ji Lan opened his mouth. His experience in handling these matters was already considered to be more than half an expert.
"Eating it has no effect."
"Have you seen a doctor?"
"See," Mr. Ji said concisely and concisely, without any unnecessary explanation and only half of his answer.
Top leaders always know how to make people uncomfortable at the negotiation table.
At this time, he was deliberately not letting Ji Lan feel better.
There are no harsh words to say, and even less pleading words.
But every word and every sentence reveals a bad situation to you.
"What did the doctor say?"