Chapter 2009: Father role

"I have something to call me. I'll help you anytime."
"it is good!"
Ji Qingmeng's heart is warm.
Hanging up the phone, Ji Qinglim wanted to see if her son got up. She went to the second floor and gently pushed open a lounge. On the leather sofa, there was already a healthy figure sitting there with her. Guy.
Huang Fuquan sat softly next to the sleeping little guy, motionless like a sculpture.
Ji Qingnian was stunned. Although this man was cold and ruthless to her, at least he could see that he treated his son well.
At this moment, the little guy also fell asleep. He stretched a lazy waist, opened his eyes, and saw a pair of gentle eyes staring at him. He smiled and called, "Daddy."
Ji Qinglim also came over. The little guy turned over, his eyes were bright, and he called Jiaojia like, "Mummy!"
Ji Qinglim sat beside him, took his small body in his arms, reached out and touched his forehead, and sweated while sleeping.
"Mum, when did you come, do you want to go back to the hotel?"
The little guy hugged her neck and leaned on his face.
"The hotel is checking out. From now on, I will stay here with you."
Ji Qinglim smiled and stroked his little head, and kissed him on his fair and plump little forehead.
"Yeah! Mommy, are we living with Daddy?"
The little guy did ask.
Ji Qinglim looked up and happened to look at the opposite man, she looked at her son seriously, "Although we live together, my father and I have divorced, we have our own lives, living together is To support you. "
Huang Fu Quanche's heart froze. Is it proper for this woman to mention divorce in front of her son?
Not afraid to hurt his son.
The little boy blinked with big eyes and nodded, "Mum, don't be too hard, Daddy promised to pay you maintenance."
Ji Qinglim nodded his nose slightly, his face aired, "Mummy can support you."
"We can talk about child support. It's fine."
Huang Fuquan raised his eyebrows, and he will not lie on the maintenance for these four years.
Ji Qingneng never thought of coveting his money, she said arrogantly, "If you are willing to give, you look at giving it!"
After that, she took her son, "Mum takes you to a glass of water and tells you the good news. Your godmother is back."
"Really?
Great, I miss her so much! "
The little guy said very happy.
Upon hearing Huang Quanquan's frown, it seemed that there were many important people in his son's heart, and he could not be ranked.
Therefore, in order to mention the image of his father in his son's heart, it seems necessary to cultivate his father-son relationship.
Ji Qinglim took her son downstairs to drink water. After a while, a neat and capable woman came in with a document bag and Ji Qinglim looked up, and the woman also froze.
Greeting her immediately, "Miss Ji, it's been a long time."
"Assistant Joe, it's been a long time."
Ji Qinglim also said hello. Huang Fu Quanche had two very capable assistants around him. The man was called Wanwen and the woman was called Qiao Min. Five years ago, he was a capable man.
Qiao Min smiled. "Miss Ji, the young master is so good."
Ji Qinglim stroked his son's head, "Called Auntie Qiao."
"Hello Aunt Joe."
The little guy spoke politely.
"Hello, Master."
Qiao Min leaned down and greeted Mimi, got up, "I'm going to the boss to sign some documents."
Ji Qingmeng led his son to the direction of the back garden. At this moment, it was evening time.
Looking at this clean green grass, the little guy found a ball and kicked it, very happy.
Ji Qingmen sat and watched. With the mother of the child, his eyes were full of his own treasure.
"Miss Ji, please have tea."
The maid brought tea and snacks.
Ji Qinglim smiled at her, "Thank you."
"My surname is Liu, Master Huangfu's domestic helper."
"Then I call you Liu Ye! Thank you for taking care of my son these two days."
"Taking care of Little Master, that's what we should do."
"I have to trouble you in the future."
"We are extremely happy."
Liu Kun left, Ji Qinglim drank tea, admired his son's playing figure, and enjoyed a moment of silence.
She hasn't been quiet since she returned to participate in the competition.
After a while, she heard steady footsteps in the hallway behind her, and she didn't need to look back to know who was coming.
Huang Fuquan changed a gray sportswear, he went straight to the grass to play with the little guy.
Ji Qinglim looked at the grass. The father and son playing football heard the giggling of his son from time to time. Ji Qinglim supported his chin, and his heart was a little complicated.
In the life of a child, fatherly love is also an indispensable existence. At this moment, the son is sweating, running like the wind, focused and full of sportsmanship, and the little manliness emanating from his body is something that this mother cannot bring of.
Therefore, acknowledging Huangfu Quanche's father is a bad thing for her, but a good thing for her son.
The sunset in the distance fell, and the night gradually came.
The little guy hugged the ball and ran to Ji Qinglim in panting, "Mom, can I play well?"
This is to praise.
"It was awesome."
Ji Qinglim did not disdain kissed his sweaty little head.
"Little sister, Daddy bathe you."
Behind him, a low magnetic male voice came softly.
"I want Mommy to wash."
The little boy turned his head and replied.
Ji Qinglim stroked his little head, "Okay, Mommy will help you wash."
Huangfu Quanche was a little sad, but he fought, "Xiaoyu, you are already grown up and can't make your mum wash anymore."
"why?"
The little boy asked puzzled.
"Because men and women have different physical characteristics, there are some places where you can't just let your mum wash."
Huangfu Quanche squatted down, "only dad can wash it."
Ji Qingnian was foolish for a few seconds while she was shocked. What thought did the man instill in his son?
"Who said I can't wash it?"
Ji Qingmeng was a little annoyed, and the son she gave birth could not control him.
"Take a bath for my son and let me do it later."
Huangfu Quanche rushed for power.
"Mummy, if you are tired, just rest! Let Daddy wash me."
The little guy is thoughtful of Mummy.
In fact, Ji Qingmen also hoped that his son was more manly, so he had to compromise. "Okay, let your father wash it!"
Huang Fu Quanche led the little guy to the bathroom in the master bedroom on the third floor. The little kid wanted to wash the bathtub, and Huang Fu Quanche put water in.
"Daddy, do you want to wash it together?"
The little guy asked.
"Do you want to be with you?"
"Yes, let's wash it together, Daddy!"
The little guy nodded.
"Okay, Daddy will wash it with you."
Huang Fuquan chewed his lips and was extremely happy.