Cyrysanthemum Garden (ABO desire)-Chapter 97: Extra: Peanuts Husband and Wife 02

"Flower Song."

Peanut was standing on the sofa, half of his body was sticking out, and he called his father who was sitting at a table not far away. He was wearing a sock with a cartoon peanut pattern on one foot, and the sock on the other foot was missing.

Sheng Shaoyou carried him down from the sofa with one hand and scolded him: "Don’t be disrespectful."

Little Peanut’s eyes widened as he watched Sheng Shaoyou take the other sock that the nanny had found under the sofa pillow and lower his head to put it on him.

The little thing waved its white and tender arms and explained, "My kindergarten teacher said that a name is a unique symbol for each person. We should all learn to listen and also learn to call."

Sheng Shaoyou looked at him helplessly and corrected him, "That’s called a summons. A summons is used when the public security, procuratorate, or court notifies a criminal suspect to appear in court."

"Dad." Peanut sucked on the pacifier and asked curiously, "What are the public security, procuratorial and judicial organs?"

"The abbreviation for the Public Security Bureau, the Procuratorate, and the Court."

"Oh~" The three-year-old nodded, pretending to understand. He opened his eyes as big as grapes and continued to ask Sheng Shaoyou: "Then what is a criminal suspect?"

"It’s people who have done something seriously wrong."

"Like Wen Lang’s father?"

"You can understand it this way." Hua Yong finished the impromptu conference call, immediately put down his phone and walked over, crossed the back of the sofa, hugged Sheng Shaoyou from behind, kissed his forehead gently, and smiled as he said to Xiao Huasheng sitting in his lover’s arms: "Your father Wen Lang is almost on death row now."

"What is a suspended death sentence?"

"It’s just better than the death penalty." Hua Yong smiled and said, "The death penalty was suspended."

"Really?" Peanut curiously lay on the sofa and looked at his father, asking him: "Will Wen Lang’s father die?" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Hua Yong smiled and stretched out his hand to pinch his son’s little face, saying casually: "You won’t die, but life is worse than death. It’s all supported by faith and the aura of your uncle Gao Tu -" "Don’t teach me nonsense!" Sheng Shaoyou couldn’t bear it anymore and slapped the back of his hand: "Don’t pinch Huasheng’s face, you will drool at night! Look, it’s red!"

"It doesn’t hurt." Hua Yong stammered, and pulled back the back of his hand that was slapped red, and tried to defend himself: "Besides, Peanut likes me to pinch his face, right? Peanut."

Sitting in his father’s arms, Peanut, who was very clear about the distribution of family status, could rebel in a second.

He wrinkled his face and burrowed into Sheng Shaoyou’s arms pitifully: "No, no! Hua Yong, go away!

Don’t pinch my face! You’ll drool!"

What if he was drooling and was unfortunately seen by his new deskmate Gao Lele? How embarrassing that would be!

Enigma, whose stamp of foot outside would cause an earthquake in the entire Eastern Hemisphere, spread his hands helplessly and complained to his lover innocently:

"Look at your son, he will climb over my head one day."

"You were climbing on Daddy yesterday!" Peanut fought back unyieldingly.

Sheng Shaoyou blushed, pulled him out of his arms, and said sternly: "No disrespect is allowed!"

Unlike the rebellious Hua Yong, Sheng Shaoyou is an extremely traditional Oriental man who believes in many ancient traditional virtues deep in his bones.

After being taught a lesson by him, Peanut immediately poked his little face out obediently and smiled at Hua Yong adorably: "Father, I was just kidding."

You better be.

As the saying goes, you can tell a person’s future from when he was three years old. Hua Yong considers himself not to be a loving person, as he has never paid attention to anyone’s three-year-old self.

Only this little peanut growing out of Sheng Shaoyou’s body made him feel "willing to compromise".

Hua Yong never thought that one day he would be able to calmly have an "equal conversation" with a little thing that was only as tall as his knees.

Whether it’s cute or hateful.

As long as this naughty little guy can grow up healthy and safe in the arms of his lover, Hua Yong feels that fate is actually very kind to him.