As soon as he said this, Xiong Gang was also stunned. He looked at the door of his bedroom and then at Kou Qiu, looking a little hesitant.

If others say this, it is 100% joking. But Kou Qiu grew up in an orphanage...

If I really feel touched by seeing myself and my wife’s actions towards the child, it doesn’t seem to make sense?

He pursed his lips and said with difficulty: "If you persist-"

Kou Qiu shook his hand quickly.

"No, Brother Xiong, I accidentally said it wrong."

Both of them were obviously relieved.

"This is the first time I have seen such a young child," Kou Qiu was introduced into the bedroom and saw a ball of powder lying in the crib, and then he expressed his purpose. "Brother Xiong, I want to ask, can I be my godfather for this child?"

"What's wrong with this!"

Xiong Gang was a heroic person and immediately agreed. He saw Kou Qiu standing there relieved but did not dare to step forward, so he simply rolled up his sleeves, picked up the child, and stuffed it into his arms.

"Come on, come and hug you, too."

The system spits out a milk bubble from its mouth.

It's very soft, this is the first feeling. It's so soft that it's like hitting a cloud.

Kou Qiu hugged her, and she was cautious, as if she was holding a time bomb, ready to throw out the things in her arms at any time.

Brother Xiong was amused by him.

"Not that," he stretched out his hand and helped the young man adjust his position. "Come on, put your hand here..."

The system whispered in a low voice with trust, and five small pits stretched out their short hands, and tried to hold the buttons on Kou Qiu's clothes, rubbed them again and again, and laughed out two dimples.

The couple were both surprised.

"Look, Xiong Wei likes you!"

Old Cadre Kou held the baby in his arms and suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Bear...what?"

"Xiong Wei." Brother Xiong repeated again, quite firm, and smiled and said white teeth, "When my son grows up, he will definitely become a majestic and stubborn man."

“…”

In his mind, Mr. Kou barely linked the system cub who would say shyly, "Am I your only cute little?" with the majestic man who seemed to be able to get a horse pole, and instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

This picture is a bit creepy.

The system lay in his arms and hummed in dissatisfaction.

The newly bought toys were taken out. The system was lying in the pink and blue stroller, stretched out his hands to reach the small toys hanging on his head, and the laughter was sweet and crisp. Not to mention this couple who had just been promoted to parents, even Kou Qiu, who was well versed in the system attributes, could not help but become cute. She sat on the ground with a cushion and focused on holding things to play with him.

The Xiong couple stood behind, with their eyes full of relief.

"Look at how good they play."

But Brother Xiong seemed to suddenly remember something, and his face changed. He coughed, looked at his wife opposite, and then spoke again, "Qiu, has anyone called you recently?"

"What phone number?"

Kou Qiu was holding a small fish into the system's arms, making the baby laugh and giggle. His saliva was covered in his hands, "No phone number."

Brother Xiong cleared his throat again.

"That's good," he said, "you don't take some words seriously."

Brother Xiong's wife stood beside her and followed her to speak.

"Yes, there are more and more scammers recently, and they pretend to be posing as any identity."

Kou Qiu looked up at them strangely, pursed his lips and lowered his head.

He stayed at his neighbor's house for an afternoon, and the neighbor kept him for a meal. The system sat in the baby chair, sucking the milk from the bottle with his mouth open and drinking it. It smelled very fragrant and even his feet were raised.

Logically speaking, breastfeeding should be better for babies. But his mother suffered a little while giving birth, and her physical foundation was not very good, and it was difficult to produce milk, so she had to choose milk powder. The woman was obviously very guilty about this and kept serving her crucian carp soup, wanting to give herself some milk.

Brother Xiong picked up a chopstick dish for her and said, "It's okay."

He smacked his lips.

"When we were young, we didn't even have milk powder, so we still used to it? Don't think too much, my son, I'm not so stupid anyway!"

The woman just forced a smile, but the spoon was still heading towards the soup bowl. Kou Qiu understood that this was her nature as a mother and always wanted to give her children the best, so she didn't say anything, but just whispered in her heart and the system: [You have a good mother.]

The system boy is very considerate and immediately talks sweet: [Dad, I have a good dad, that's you.]

The coaxing Mr. Kou made his father feel happy and calm on the surface, but when he came back the next day, he immediately brought the model aircraft that the system had been saying he wanted.

The couple rushed over, "This is precious! It's not that kind of toy model aircraft, it costs two or three thousand, right?"

Brother Xiong disagrees.

"It's a waste to give it to a child for such an expensive thing."

The baby patted the toy box and began to pursed his mouth and cried and protested loudly. Kou Qiu smiled and pushed the thing over.

"It's okay," he said, "I'm my godfather, so I should love him a little."

Brother Xiong couldn't do it, so he had to accept it. He turned his head and said to his son: "Look at your godfather loves you so much. When he grows up, he has to be responsible for supporting him. Do you know?"

The system proudly raised his small breasts and thought to himself, "You still need to say it."

Even if I don’t support you, I can’t support my dad!

After all, my dad has been with me for several lifetimes and saved me money to get a wife!

The TV on the wall is playing news. A wealthy man in the south who became a vegetative person because of a car accident 20 years ago woke up. It can be said that he is a representative of the ups and downs of his life. The man on the hospital bed is so thin that he only has a handful of bones left. He leans against the wall, closed his eyes unwell, and rejects interviews from local reporters.

The one who came out for interviews on his behalf was a tall man.

The man's eyelashes were very dark, like a painted in thick ink, and were densely placed on his eyelids. He closed the door and said coldly, "Please move with everyone."

The reporter holding the microphone followed him in a noisy way.

Kou Qiu looked at the man on TV and watched for a long time. Brother Xiong noticed his gaze and looked up, "Are you watching Huo Qi?"

Kou Qiu turned his head and said, "Chou Qi?"

"Yes," said Xiong Gang, "You are not from the economic world, so you may not know him-"

Unlike them, those who are engaging in financial companies, they have heard of this person's reputation.

"This man," he smacked his lips, "don't look young, you're not at forty, but the means are really amazing. His boss has become a vegetable, and over the years, he has been supporting him."

Kou Qiu made up the calculations. So, when this person started to support the situation, he was not even twenty years old.

Xiong Gang saw what he was thinking.

"That identity is very different from ours," said the neighbor, "Huo Qi was sent abroad to receive elite education since elementary school, and started to practice in his own company at the 13th and 14th. He is not like us, who just entered society in his early twenties, and he is just a fool who knows nothing-"

He pointed at his head.

"Their brain is so clever."

Kou Qiu asked: "What's the name of that sick boss?"

Unexpectedly, the Xiong couple exchanged their eyes, as if they didn't want to say it. After a long time, Xiong just reported a name, "————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Huo Qi on TV knocked on Kou Qiu's door the next day.

When the doorbell rang, Kou Qiu was still taking a shower in the bathroom. He hurriedly put on his clothes and had no time to dry his hair. He looked outside through the cat's eyes.

"Who?"

The man outside the door paused, and then said in a deep voice: "I'll look for you."

Kou Qiu hesitated for a moment, looked at the familiar face that he had just seen on TV yesterday, and still pulled the door open. He poked his head out, a little surprised, "Is there anything you are looking for me...?"

He doesn't think that people with such status should be related to themselves.

Huo Qi didn't answer, his eyes fell straight on him. That look even gave Kou Qiu an illusion that he would be burned, like restrained magma, boiling silently.

He subconsciously moved backwards, and then the man pursed his lips.

"Can I go in?"

"......Um."

Kou Qiu made way out.

The room is not big, but the curtains are completely opened, and the warm sunshine from outside is poured in, making the whole house look bright. The decoration is very simple, with very few furniture, and the corners are wrapped with thick cushions, and even the floor is covered with velvet carpets.

The man came alone and sat directly on the sofa.

Kou Qiu sat down next to him, "You..."

The man's long legs crossed, interrupting him.

"My name is Huo Qi."

"I know," said Mr. Kou, "I saw you on TV yesterday."

After making tea on the table, Huo Qi reached out to pick up the white porcelain tea cup and sipped Kou. The tea was very clear and swaying, pouring it down from his throat, with a little unique sweetness. He put down the cup and explained his purpose directly, "I came here entrusted."
To be continued...