My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

She might not return home?

Lu Shaoming listened and frowned. He reached for Little Qinwen and asked, “Mom, does Ning Qing often not return home at night?”

When Yue Wanqing heard her son-in-law’s tone, she knew she had said something wrong. She hurried to smooth things out and said, “Oh, no, there are only a few times in the past two or three months. She had to shoot night scenes with the crew.”

“Mmm.” Lu Shaoming nodded. He reached out his right index finger to hook his son’s soft little hand. His son’s palm was sweaty, and when he was tired, he grabbed Daddy’s index finger and pulled it hard. Then he grinned with a glittering little mouth and cooed happily. “Da… dy…”

He was starting to call him again.

Lu Shaoming kissed his son’s small face and couldn’t take his hand off him. His son’s smile was like his mother’s. There were two dimples on his cheek.

“Little Qinwen, do you miss Mummy? Shall daddy bring you to find her?”

Little Qinwen quickly waved two small hands to applaud when he heard that. Yes, yes! “Mu…my” Little Qinwen misses mummy so much.

He bent down and put Little Qinwen on the carpet.

Little Qinwen couldn’t walk, but he could crawl. He put his hands on the carpet and crawled forward like a rabbit.

Lu Shaoming walked to the bedside, then put the bag in his hand by the bedside. He lifted his hands and unbuttoned his shirt. Finally, he sat down on the bed, and his right hand touched the snow-white blanket on the bed. He leaned against the bed and closed his eyes lazily.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked slightly sideways. Little Qinwen had crawled to the wall of the room and was looking curiously at the socket there.

What is this thing with several black dots? Little Qinwen looked at Daddy with a twist of his head.

Lu Shaoming, faced with his son’s inquiring gaze, raised his eyebrows and shook his head. “That’s a socket. It’s electrified. It can’t be touched. It’ll shock you.”

Little Qinwen: Shivering all over, so scary.

He didn’t look at the black hole and crawled away with his little arms and legs.

He crawled to a table. A towel hung down from it. He reached for it, and with a whoosh, the towel fell and covered his little head.

Huh?

Huh?!

Why can’t I see anything?

Little Qinwen’s fair, chubby hands immediately reached up to grab the towel. He twisted and turned it around. The towel had turned 180 degrees. Why could he still not see anything?

At this time, he heard Daddy’s low and rich laughter. That laughter reverberated from Daddy’s strong chest and was extremely masculine.

He turned his head and lifted the towel over his eyes with his little fair hands. Wow, Daddy’s handsome face appeared in front of him. He could see again.

Lu Shaoming looked at his son’s appearance, and his heart turned into mush. It was hard to imagine that the seeds he sowed finally turned into this little life, the inheritance of his bloodline.

The son his wife gave him.

Little Qinwen didn’t know what Daddy was laughing at or why Daddy’s eyes were so bright. His eyes were sparkling as bright as the stars falling on the horizon that Grandma had pointed out to him. He was still young, so he allowed himself to not understand. He crawled away with his small arms and legs.

Lu Shaoming leaned lazily for a while. There was no desk in the room. He took his business hand-held bag, stretched his two long legs on the bed casually, put the thin laptop on his lap, and began to work.

The room was very quiet. Only Little Qinwen’s cheerful babbling and cries could be heard. Daddy was handling business affairs on his laptop, his fingers flying. Little Qinwen was bored. He found the bag his grandmother had prepared for him. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He had found the teething biscuits.

Little Qinwen was about to start teething, so he would eat two teething biscuits every day.

He put the biscuits that were still in the wrapper in his mouth and bit down, Oh, he couldn’t bite it. Usually, his grandmother and grandfather always unwrapped it for him, but they were not here.

Bingo.

Little Qinwen crawled beside the bed and raised his hand with an effort to tug Daddy’s pants on the bed.

Lu Shaoming’s attention was attracted by a soft movement at the edge of his trousers. He looked up from a pile of reports and saw his son’s watery eyes that were the same as his little wifey’s. They were innocent and shy as they looked at him, and it tempted his heart.

A small hand stuck out. In it was a crumpled biscuit wrapper. “Dad..dy, eat…eat…”

He called him “Daddy” for the first time.

Sure enough, food was powerful.

Lu Shaoming took the biscuit, unwrapped it easily, and handed it to Little Qinwen.

Little Qinwen held the biscuit tight in his hand, and his watery grape-like eyes stared at the biscuit bag. “Dad…dy…” That’s mine, give it back to me.

Lu Shaoming ignored him and looked directly at the reports. His thin, red lips moved as he said, “Eat fewer snacks. It is not good for your health.”

What?

Little Qinwen figured out that Daddy had taken the opportunity to collect his biscuits.

He had to eat two of them every day.

Little Qinwen was angry. He sat on the carpet, holding the biscuit in his small hand while stuffing it into his mouth and staring at the bag of biscuit.

Lu Shaoming finished processing the reports and prepared to review the documents. There was an unusual, minor noise around him. On one side of his head, a small hand had grabbed the biscuit bag and quickly retracted.

Looking up again, his son had crawled on the carpet with his arms and legs directly to the farthest beside the door. Little Qinwen held the biscuit bag in his hand and pointed a little finger at Daddy. Ha, ha, ha.

Lu Shaoming: “…” It was his fault that his son had eaten that biscuit for a quarter of an hour. He had focused on his work too much and forgotten about the bag of biscuits. He had allowed him to launch a sneak attack.

Lu Shaoming shrugged his shoulders and gave Little Qinwen a look — Good Job!

As a result, Little Qinwen could not stop laughing.

At this time, there was a familiar sound outside the door. The door was pushed open. Ning Qing came in. She looked at the man on the bed and flashed him a gentle smile. “Shaoming, you are here…”

Then Ning Qing looked around the room. She was puzzled. “Where’s Little Qinwen?”

Little Qinwen had disappeared.