Before McDull fell asleep, Song Zhen had noticed how pretty McDull was.
When McDull woke up crying, his little face was scrunched up, and since they were in the greenhouse where the lighting wasn't great, he hadn't seen very clearly.
Now, McDull had thrown off all restraints grandly.
He sat on the bed, large and in charge.
His eyes even held a bit of a cheeky look as he gazed at Gu Xinzhou.
This look...
Was just like Song Zhen himself!
Song Zhen felt like melting, he thought that giving the whole world to McDull wouldn't be too much!
"I think your little butt is itching for a spanking, isn't it?"
Gu Xinzhou wasn't pleased with the child's lack of manners.
She picked up McDull's little shoe, pretending to be ready to spank McDull's little backside.
McDull wasn't scared.
He knew that mommy was just trying to scare him every time.
Mommy was the best mommy in the whole world and would never hurt him.
He still laughed out loud, tickled.
But Song Zhen was scared!
He was really afraid that Gu Xinzhou would actually hit him!
Without any hesitation, he rushed forward and hugged her from behind.
He snatched what was in her hand.
And kissed her on the face.
He soothed, "Sweetheart, be good!
You can't hit the child!
How can you hit such an innocent and cute child?
In our family, we can never use corporal punishment, never ever!"
Gu Xinzhou huffed with annoyance.
She felt a sense of loss, as if her son had abandoned her.
She walked out of the room alone, went to the bar, sat down, took a chestnut cake from the fridge, and tucked into it with big bites to vent her emotions.
And in the room, only Song Zhen and McDull were left.
Song Zhen stood beside the bed, looking at the mini-version of himself with a smile so wide he couldn't close his mouth.
He tentatively took a step forward, then another, crouching and leaning on the bed's edge, he asked, "Baobao~ call me daddy and let me hear it~"
McDull looked at him, shook his head, and asked seriously, "Has anyone ever told you that your expression right now looks remarkably like that of a simpleton?"
Song Zhen: "..."
McDull's chubby little hands spread out, looking troubled: "Daddy is your role, whether I call you that or not, you have that role.
But for me to call you that is to acknowledge you.
Whether or not I acknowledge you, I need to consult with Zhouzhou, the Little Fairy.
If you're capable, go charm her first!"
Song Zhen laughed, leaning forward covertly, crawling onto the bed, happily admiring McDull's little face: "Then tell me, how should I charm her?"
McDull gave him a look.
That look was filled with disdain as he voiced his skepticism in a babyish tone: "You don't even know this, how did you become the richest man?"
Song Zhen's big hand roamed until it finally reached McDull's little foot.
He held the child's foot as if holding a treasure and asked, "Does McDull have any good suggestions to help me charm your mommy?"
McDull pulled back his little foot and rolled around on the bed.
Climbing down the bed, he strutted with confidence over to Song Zhen.
Patting Song Zhen on the shoulder, he spoke with all the gravity of an experienced advisor: "My mommy loves chicken wings!
And strawberry yogurt cakes!
My mommy also likes going to children's amusement parks!
The thing she loves most from Transformers is Bumblebee, and she loves all sorts of electric cars, oh, and she especially likes LEGO toys, and she's also fond of the assembled Thomas train tracks!
And Iron Man masks!
Cater to her tastes, get it?
Buy all these things, pile them in front of her, and make sure you take me along when you go to the amusement park, I'll put in a good word for you!"