Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 394 - 392 Heavy Taste Hobbyist

Huo Zhenyang’s gaze fell upon two little chubby legs, like tender lotus roots, and, narrowing his eyes, he lifted his head. This little meatball sure had guts – he had just managed to offend him a few minutes ago, and here he was again, shamelessly coming back for more. Just like his mommy, completely fearless.

"What do you want?" The man’s voice was chilled.

"Uncle Huo, I shouldn’t have drawn turtles on your car and bedsheets." Zaizai decided to go with the time-tested strategy of being persistently annoying.

To his surprise, Huo Zhenyang was slightly taken aback that the kid had actually come to apologize privately. He gave the little meatball a dismissive glance, "Apologies are useless. You still have to pay the money."

After speaking, he returned his attention to the tablet.

With one sentence, he shattered Zaizai’s intentions!

Ha, trying to sweet-talk and suck up? He had stopped falling for that trick on the first day he entered the business world.

Zaizai’s eyes rolled around before he climbed onto the sofa and sat next to him, saying pitifully, "My butt hurts, I don’t know if it’s from the fall just now."

"Go find your mom, upstairs," Huo Zhenyang continued to focus on his emails.

"Mommy is busy working. Going upstairs would disturb her, and she is working for you, Uncle. In the end, it would affect you. Could Uncle please take a look at it for me?" Zaizai was relentless, unapologetically sticking out his little posterior directly towards Huo Zhenyang’s handsome face.

Huo Zhenyang’s entire face turned a shade of iron blue.

Before he could even start to pull down the child’s pants, the little devil had already halfway stripped them off himself.

He took a glance, indeed, there was a small bruise.

The child’s skin was very delicate, and although the bruise wasn’t serious, it was still quite noticeable.

Naturally, he knew the strength of his own alert reflexes, and this kid must have taken quite a fall.

"Why didn’t you tell your mom just now?" His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"I didn’t want mommy to worry."

Huo Zhenyang’s eyebrows twitched.

Zaizai, seemingly nonchalant, continued, "When I’ve had falls before, I just find some medicinal oil at home and rub it on. A couple of huffs and the pain goes away. Do you have any medicinal oil at home, Uncle?"

This little meatball – he must have had it all planned out from the start.

He snorted with laughter and, after a few seconds of silence, went to the nearby cabinet, took out some medicinal oil for treating bruises and strains, sat down, and threw it next to the little meatball.

"Do it yourself."

"My arms are too short. I can’t reach. If I go find mommy to do it, she won’t be able to wash the sheets and cook the hangover soup, and Uncle won’t be able to go sleep either... Could Uncle rub it on for me?" Zaizai pouted.

Truly clingy. Huo Zhenyang sneered, "Arms too short? Don’t make it sound so nice. You’re chubby – doesn’t your mom know to put you on a diet?"

"Mommy said even if I’m chubby, I’m still a beautiful boy," Zaizai wasn’t bothered by his mockery, still clinging stubbornly like a lump of mud.

Huo Zhenyang let out a derisive snort but ultimately lowered his voice and commanded sternly, "Sit still, don’t move!" With that, he picked up the boy onto his knee.

Zaizai behaved, becoming a quiet, beautiful boy, allowing the mean Uncle to apply the medicine.

Finally, after the medicine had been applied, Zaizai pulled up his pants, feeling refreshed.

Huo Zhenyang picked up the tablet once more, ready to continue with his business emails when he heard the little meatball’s pitiful voice again, "Uncle, I want to watch TV."

Huo Zhenyang’s thick eyebrows furrowed – will this kid ever stop? But perhaps it was for the best. If he watched TV, at least he’d be out of his hair.

He picked up the remote, turned on the LCD TV in the living room, tuned into the children’s channel, and at once, the screen flickered with the voices of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf.

Zaizai was dissatisfied, pouting, "I don’t want to watch that. Cartoons are too childish."

Huo Zhenyang couldn’t help but curl his lips, amused, "Then what do you want to watch?"

"I want to watch Hollywood blockbusters and American TV series."

Do three-and-a-half-year-olds not watch cartoons anymore, and instead start watching American TV series and Hollywood blockbusters?

His brows knit together, "Those are rated R, full of violence, blood, and sex, not suitable for children."

Zaizai, as a connoisseur of heavier tastes, was insistent, "I want to watch."

Huo Zhenyang narrowed his eyes, couldn’t outlast him, and switched to HBO, selecting an American family comedy film with a lighter touch.

Zaizai, not picky, finally quieted down as he leaned back on the sofa, chuckling at the funny parts, occasionally repeating the humorous lines in English.

Huo Zhenyang heard him, a look of doubt crossing his face; he looked up, asking, "Can you really understand it?"

The American TV series on HBO was in the original English without Chinese dubbing or subtitles.

In the midst of busyness, Zaizai turned his head, his tone proud, "My mommy and grandma are both very good at English; they’ve been teaching me since I was little."

Huo Zhenyang inadvertently raised an eyelid, glanced briefly toward the washroom, where the silhouette of that little woman busied herself.

Though being proficient in English wasn’t anything to boast about, to teach a three- or four-year-old child to this level was still quite impressive, especially since China is not an English-speaking country.

The dialogue in this American TV series was more everyday language, not too esoteric or complex, but it was still at least professional level four and above.

A little tyke being able to watch so smoothly and naturally, catching every joke in the show, could indeed say that English was almost like a second mother tongue.

Listening to his pronunciation, it didn’t seem like an accent picked up from schools in China, indicating that the woman’s English accent was the same. Could it be that this little woman had spent time abroad?

Huo Zhenyang gave it no further thought; just then, the TV started showing commercials. Zaizai, having nothing to do, stretched languidly, fumbled his way over, and pulled out a children’s smartphone from his backpack.

It was bought by his mommy after she started working, saying he was big enough now, and having a phone would make it convenient to keep in touch. Zaizai picked out his favorite blue and red Ultraman design.

Huo Zhenyang’s gaze flickered; this bundle of joy, what new trick was he planning?

Zaizai turned on the phone, went into the contacts list, and looking up generously said, "Uncle, let’s exchange phone numbers!"

His mommy working here wasn’t just a day or two affair, and he couldn’t be here all the time to keep an eye out. Having the bad uncle’s phone number would be much more convenient.

Huo Zhenyang couldn’t help but chuckle, "You want to exchange phone numbers with me?"

Zaizai generously volunteered his own, "Mhm! My number is 139XXXXXXXX, what’s yours?"

Huo Zhenyang, amused by the little adult before him, saw no harm in it and reported one of his mobile numbers to him.

Zaizai, while listening, hurriedly pressed it into the children’s smartphone, saved it, and put the phone back in his backpack.

Just at that moment, Jiayi found a moment to spare, fearing that Zaizai was alone downstairs and feeling lonely, so she came down to check on him.

Before even descending the stairs, Jiayi heard the TV in the living room, her heart leaping. As she approached, she saw to her astonishment Zaizai actually sitting next to that man!

The man had a cold and handsome face, one hand resting on the back of the sofa, the other holding a tablet, appearing to be unbothered.

Startled, she hurried forward, looking anxiously at Huo Zhenyang, "Mr. Huo, I hope Zaizai hasn’t been bothering you." Then quickly putting on a show, "Didn’t I tell you not to be rowdy? How come you’re watching TV at someone else’s house."