He Buzhou can remotely monitor everything that happens at home through his mobile phone. He has a panoramic view of Xiao Yian's movements throughout the day.
Looking at the pitiful doll counting sheep in the bedroom, he couldn't help but stand up several times, but when he reached for his coat, he resisted the urge and sat back.
He thought he could figure out how to deal with this doll in one day, but in the end, he looked down on himself and he didn't know how to deal with it.
I couldn’t bear to throw it away, but I felt it was wrong to keep it.
The tips of his curled fingers tapped rhythmically on the table. He looked at the doll in the surveillance camera and pondered for a long time before finally picking up the phone.
He called Fuli, the man he once thought was a swindler.
"Who is it? I'm very busy, tell me if you have anything to say!"
Fuli answered almost instantly and didn't know what he was doing. He only heard a noisy sound.
He Buzhou: "..."
Forget it, this magic stick doesn't look reliable at first glance. It's better to rely on yourself to find him.
He hung up the phone without saying a word.
On the other side, Fuli was forced to hide under the bar table by Bai Jinyan: "??"
are you crazy!
Fortunately, he took the risk of being caught and answered the phone, but ended up hanging up the phone without saying a word!
Fuli was so angry that he wanted to lift the table, but because he was so excited, he forgot that he was squatting under the table and hit his head.
Tears burst out immediately. He covered his head and screamed, completely unaware that the danger was approaching.
President Heda, who decided to rely on himself, forced himself to look at the plan after hanging up the phone.
The clock passed twelve o'clock unknowingly, and the employees below had already finished their work. He was the only one still sitting on the sofa in the lounge, staring at the doll in the surveillance camera in a daze.
He Buzhou's biological clock has always been on time, and he will turn off the lights and go to bed before eleven o'clock in the evening, but today he lost sleep because of Xiao Yi'an.
He still couldn't think of the most perfect solution. The doll on the screen stopped counting sheep and stared blankly out of the window, not knowing what he was thinking.
Originally, he had made up his mind not to go back tonight, but when he saw Xiao Yi'an struggling to climb out of bed and walk to the balcony with two legs, he still nervously clenched his phone.
He watched the doll sit on the floor of the balcony, holding a fence post with both hands, looking sideways in the direction of the door.
The cold and hard heart suddenly melted and softened into a pool of warm spring water.
He sighed resignedly. He was so clingy to him. If he threw him away, he would probably cry to death, right?
How could he be willing to let his An An cry?
President Heda, who had already pulled out the sofa to rest, packed his things without any hesitation, put on his coat and left the company, driving home at the maximum speed limit.
He Buzhou had never felt so ready to return home. When he parked the car in the garage and hurriedly ran to the door, he hesitated in opening the electronic door lock.
He looked up at the second floor of the villa, where it was brightly lit, and the bright light refracted through the glass windows, giving the cold night a bit of warmth.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously, he took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in.
The lights in the living room were also on. The orange cat lying on the cat climbing frame glanced at him lazily, not even bothering to meow perfunctorily, and seemed quite resentful of his late return.
He Buzhou's attention was not on it, and he walked straight to the second floor without even looking at it.
He opened the door very gently. The bedroom was quiet and cold. Because he was not at home, the smart system in the room did not turn on the heating.
He thought that in such a cold weather, Xiao Yi'an would go back to bed and lie down before he came back, but that was not the case. That squeamish and clingy spirit fell asleep at some point while hugging the fence post.
The glass door of the balcony was not closed, and even standing on the side of the bedroom door, he could feel the cold wind blowing in.
It was already half past one in the morning, and his An An had been blowing cold wind for more than an hour to wait for him.
He Buzhou felt a stab of pain in his heart, his straight lips pressed down, and his brows furrowed slightly.
As if he was afraid of frightening the poor little one inside, he silently walked to the balcony and squatted down next to the doll.
The poor baby was holding the fence post tightly with both hands, and leaning its head against the post little by little, it seemed that she was not sleeping peacefully. His soft hair was blown into a mess by the cold wind, and the shirt on his body looked extremely thin. His body was trembling slightly due to the cold, and the whole doll had a pitiful look all over him.
He couldn't help feeling hurt, and reached out to touch the doll's hair. The touch was very cold, even more penetrating than the ice cube.
With an unprecedented tenderness, he called softly: "An'an, wake up."
The doll was sleeping deeply, but after hearing the familiar voice, its long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly.
He continued: "It's cold outside, go inside and sleep again."
The sleeping doll finally opened his eyes. He blinked a few times in confusion. He still didn't understand the current situation. He let go of the pillar he had held for a long time, rubbed his eyes with his fists, and muttered in a low voice: " Are you back? I've been waiting for you for a long time. And it's so cold outside, I'm almost freezing."
The complaints were vague and completely sticky, like a gummy candy with excessive sugar content. It made people feel soft and sweet. They just wanted to keep it in their mouth, but they couldn't bear to let it melt.
He Buzhou took a breath, and his heart was tingling like needles.
"Not anymore, never again."
He removed his palm from his hair and rubbed it gently against the baby's cheek, as if to reassure Xiao Yian, but also to warn himself.
No matter what this doll is, he has raised it for so long and has long regarded it as a treasure. Besides, if this doll had any ill intentions towards him, there was no need to risk being discovered by delaying it for so long.
The most important point is that the doll has exactly the same face as Xiao Yi'an, and he can't do anything bad to this face.
It was precisely because of this face that he took the doll home. He did regard the doll as Xiao Yi'an's substitute, but once this substitute is a "person" with his own thoughts, then treating him as a substitute for a certain person would be disrespectful to this "person".
He Buzhou will not throw him away, but will raise him as a thoughtful doll.
That’s all…
"I'm so cold, my hands and feet are frozen. Please carry me in."
Xiao Yi'an rubbed his hand and acted coquettishly, his eyelids closing and closing in sleepiness.
President Heda, who had just said in his mind that he wanted to keep a distance, immediately picked up the baby who had opened his arms to hold him.
He didn't realize what he had done until he took two steps into the house. He lowered his head and glanced at the doll holding his arm and head. After all, he didn't have the heart to let him get down and walk in.
Touching the soft bed again, Xiao Yian, who was so sleepy that he fell into unconsciousness, crawled under the quilt. Because there was no heating in the room, he himself would not get hot. No matter how he lay in bed, he would always be cold.
Looking at the shivering baby curled up in bed, He Buzhou sighed, turned around and closed the glass door of the balcony to block the howling cold wind. Then he turned on the heater, put on his pajamas, washed himself quickly, and lay down in bed to warm the baby's bed.
Feeling the source of heat, the doll burrowed into his arms like a small caterpillar, found a comfortable position, and then held on to his clothes tightly, as if afraid that he would leave quietly and leave him behind.
He couldn't help laughing and shook his head, stretched out his arms to wrap the doll in his arms, and then coaxed along the doll's soft hair: "Go to sleep, I won't leave."
The extremely uneasy doll was not comforted by his words, but instead leaned against him even more.
He sighed, it seemed that he really scared An An today.
He thought that he and his baby would have to openly announce their relationship. It was too late today and he could only wait until tomorrow.
The next morning, Xiao Yi'an was awakened by the sound of He Buzhou getting up. He opened his eyes and looked at the man buttoning his shirt beside the bed. His chaotic mind quickly recalled what happened last night.
Xiao Yi'an slowly opened his eyes, and his whole body spread out like a pie.
It's over. Not only did he complain in front of He Buzhou last night that he had abandoned him, he also ordered him to carry him back to the a**!
Has He Buzhou discovered that he is no ordinary doll? Would you think he was some kind of monster and go find a Taoist master to kill him immediately?
Xiao Yi'an was panicking, and he didn't know if it was too late to pretend that nothing happened.
He Buzhou put on his clothes and watched the naked baby's eyes change from confused to shocked to hopeless. He felt funny in his heart, but the expression on his face was extremely calm.
He adjusted the buttons on his sleeves, lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I know you're awake. Since you're awake, shouldn't we have a good talk?"
Talk? What to talk about?
Xiao Yi'an pulled the quilt over his head and resolutely pretended to be dead.
He is just a pitiful and helpless child with no thoughts and emotions. He cannot understand what the boss is talking about.
He Buzhou knew he would have this reaction, so he was not in a hurry. He pulled up the chair in front of the computer desk and sat on the edge of the bed facing the baby, looking lenient when he confessed and strict when he resisted.
"I know you are not an ordinary doll. I also know that you can talk, have your own thoughts, and even run and jump."
He Buzhou's words hit Xiao Yi'an's spine, and now all he could think about was the word "finished".
"Don't you have anything to explain?"
Xiao Yi'an froze, and the fingers pulling on the corner of the quilt slowly tightened, turning white and congested.
explain? how to explain? He doesn't even know what he is now.
He Buzhou didn't force him and kept waiting patiently.
I don't know how long it took, but a little head stuck out from under the quilt. Its beautiful almond eyes looked at him aggrievedly, and asked dully: "I have explained, will you throw me away?"
He Buzhou's eyes dimmed: "It depends on the situation."
The stupid hair on the little head suddenly pulled down without the strength to support it.
The author has something to say:
The boss of our family has a very upright outlook on life!
PS: I’m still debating whether to open the next book, The Adoptive Father or the Floating Life.
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