1800: Dad, I love you (Qiao Xia)

Dad, I love you (Qiao Xia)

When they returned to their room, Enoch had fallen asleep on Qiao Yu's shoulder.2

Qiao Yu carefully placed his son on the bed and covered him with a blanket.

Xia Ning watched Qiao Yu's actions from the side. Actually, when it came to taking care of children, he was better than her.

Now that his son was safe, Qiao Yu walked out of the room holding Xia Ning's hand.

When the staff saw the two of them, they greeted them and indicated that they would not be filming for the time being.

Xia Ning looked at Qiao Yu's calm face and reached out to hold his hand, trying to comfort him.

Qiao Yu didn't look at Xia Ning and said in a low voice,""For your sake, I'll let him go this time."

The corners of Xia Ning's mouth twitched. It was so awkward. Actually, even if she wasn't here, he wouldn't be able to bear to teach his son a lesson. At most, he would let his son eat a few more carrots and remember the lesson.

The two of them walked out of the door together and looked at the vast sea not far away. A gust of wind blew over, bringing with it the salty taste of the sea, which was particularly refreshing.

"Time really flies," Xia Ning said softly.

"Yes." Qiao ran responded.

Xia Ning looked at Qiao Yu and noticed the melancholy in his eyes. She laughed,""What are you thinking about?"

"They will grow up, and we will grow old." Qiao Yu said in a low voice.

Xia Ning was taken aback, surprised that he would say such sad words. However, it would be abnormal if she didn't feel anything at this time and place.

"We will be together, and they will rely on each other." Xia Ning leaned her head on Qiao Yu's shoulder."Yusheng, we still have a lot of time to spend together."

Qiao Yu turned his head and looked at Xia Ning's peaceful face. After a long while, he finally responded,"yes!"

The staff at the back really wanted to come over and listen to what they were talking about, but they didn't dare to disturb them. They could only take a few photos behind them.

An hour later, the festival Group informed them to gather at their fellow townsmen's house for dinner, which meant that there was no need to cook dinner.

After the staff heard this, he looked at Qiao Yu with resentment. You said you'd save the food for dinner, but you're going to a fellow villager's house for a feast. What a waste of the delicious lunch.

Qiao Yu didn't notice anything, but he immediately went to wake his son up.

Enoch woke up and saw his father in front of him. He was depressed for a moment and reached out for a hug.

Qiao Yu looked at his son's hands. He didn't say anything, nor did he move.

Enoch thought that his father was unwilling. He turned his face away and retracted his hand. He looked like he was about to cry.

Qiao Yu hated his son's habit of crying so much, but this was his son, and he was the one who had brought him up. Everything he did now was because of his teachings, so he was going to eat this fruit!

He bent down and picked his son up from the bed. Then, he picked up the clothes beside him and put them on for him.

Enoch followed Qiao Yu's movements and put on his clothes. He stared at him as if he could not get enough of him.

"In the future, will you still speak nonsense to outsiders?" Qiao Yu glanced at his son.

Enoch immediately shook his head.

Qiao Yu didn't really want to do anything to him, so he simply said,""Your mother gets shy easily. Don't say such things in the future, in case she blushes and gets unhappy when she hears it."

"Yes, yes!" Enoch nodded. What he meant was that his father was not unhappy.

Just as Qiao ran finished helping Enoch put on his shoes and was about to get up, the little guy in front of her suddenly hugged his neck tightly.

Qiao Yu felt something was wrong and asked,""What's wrong?"

Enoch's soft voice suddenly sounded in her ear."Daddy, I love you."

A hint of hesitation flashed across Qiao ran's eyes. He lowered his gaze and pressed his hand on his son's head. After a long silence, he said in a low voice,""Daddy, Yueyue loves you too."

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