McDull sat on the carpet, looking up at Qi Lei: "How old?"
His exquisitely carved appearance was especially adorable, with his chubby little face, hands, arms, and legs that just begged to be pinched.
Having become a father, Qi Lei had more patience and love for children and found it easier to genuinely like them.
He also sat on the carpet, facing McDull: "He is only a few months older than you; you're about the same height."
McDull suddenly became interested, stood up, and looked at him: "Do you have a photo?"
Not far away, Lan Baozhen laughed behind her hand: "This child, wanting to see a photo before making friends, is just too funny."
Qi Lei quickly took out his phone to show McDull pictures and videos of his daughter.
Qi Lei was a man with delicate and pretty features.
In the beginning, Song Zhen had requirements regarding the appearance of his assistant, as they were to accompany him and represent the corporate image.
And Qi Lei's wife was also a beauty among the nurses, sweet and lovely.
Little Xiahua was a child born with the best attributes of her parents.
Her adorable look immediately captured McDull's attention.
He stared non-stop and then suddenly stood up, rushing to Gu Xinzhou, grabbing her hand: "Mommy! I want to dress sharp; I'm going to Little Xiahua's birthday party!"
Gu Xinzhou was helpless.
She knew it was Song Zhen's doing, but she couldn't refuse any of her son's requests.
She rubbed her son's little head: "Okay, Mommy will take you to change clothes."
Qi Lei heaved a sigh of relief and bowed deeply in Gu Xinzhou's direction: "Thank you, madam!"
Twenty minutes later.
Qi Lei left the villa's main courtyard holding McDull with his left hand and carrying a brand-new toy gift box with his right, quite openly.
When McDull was getting into the car, he saw Song Zhen and smiled widely with surprise.
However, he quickly raised his chubby hand to cover his mouth; he didn't dare to laugh, looking at Song Zhen with a bit of nervousness.
Since yesterday, when he bit Song Zhen, he'd been feeling uneasy.
He didn't know if Daddy would be angry.
Looking at the little guy's sequence of actions, Song Zhen knew what he was thinking.
Gently patting the seat beside him, Song Zhen smiled and said, "Baobao, Daddy missed you a lot. Daddy will take you to Little Xiahua's birthday party, is that okay?"
McDull laughed gleefully and scrambled into the car.
Song Zhen directly scooped up his little body, placed it on his lap, and hugged him close.
Like a koala, McDull clung to him and asked quietly, "Daddy, does your leg still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt. Not one bit." Song Zhen, moved by his child's apologetic and fearful voice, kissed his son's chubby cheek and said warmly, "Daddy won't make Mommy unhappy anymore; it's all Daddy's fault."
McDull's eyes lit up, and he began to smile at Song Zhen: "Daddy, if you promise not to do things that make Mommy mad again, I'll talk you up to Mommy!"
Song Zhen kissed his son again: "Deal! Indeed, there's no one more reliable than one's own son!"
"That's right! I'm your son!" McDull laughed, his eyes curving into crescents like the moon in the sky: "Hehe~"
Qi Lei's home was located in a luxurious community to the north of City B, in a row of connected villas.
When he arrived with Song Zhen and McDull, the Qi Family cheered!
From a distance, Little Xiahua spotted McDull and exclaimed: "Oh my! You look exactly like George from our class!"