Fu Shiting: ""

"I don't feel any discomfort in my body, I should be too tired." She rubbed her eyes, "I'm asleep."

"Yeah." He sat by the bed and didn't leave.

He left the room after she breathed evenly.

When he arrived at the living room, Ziqiu glanced at him.

"Son, do you feel bored when you play at home every day?" Fu Shiting walked to his son and chatted with him, "Do you want to go to the early education class?"

Ziqiu couldn't understand, so he looked confused.

"Sir, why don't you send me to the early education class after Ziqiu's first birthday!" Mrs. Zhang said, "It's really a bit boring for him to be alone at home. There are no children of the same age to play together."

"I'll discuss with An An then."

"An An didn't mention the premature education class. I guess she thought it would be better for the child to be at home." Mrs. Zhang said, "I took Ziqiu to the community to play. I heard a mother-in-law say that my grandson got sick every day when she went to kindergarten. She never got sick when she was at home, but she got sick as soon as she went to school."

Fu Shiting was stunned for a moment: "Then I won't send Ziqiu to the early education class."

His original intention was to let his son play with babies of the same age so that he would have a happier time.

If children get sick together, they should stay at home!

"Sir, look at Ziqiu, I'll go to the kitchen to see the soup."

After Mrs. Zhang said that, she walked towards the kitchen.

Ziqiu immediately carried the toy and followed Mrs. Zhang towards the kitchen.

"Baby, what are you doing in the kitchen? Dad play with you!" Fu Shiting hurriedly chased over and picked up Ziqiu, "Dad, can you show you the photos of your mother and sister? You have not seen your brother for a long time. When you celebrate your first birthday, we will take your brother back."

Fu Shiting turned on his phone, and Ziqiu was immediately attracted by the screen.

He successfully carried Ziqiu to the sofa and sat down, and the father and son began to look at the photos and videos on their phones.

The photos and videos on his phone were copied from the cloud disk, and were all taken several months ago.

"This is a photo of you when you were born. Are you a little younger than you, and you were taken to the insulated box when you were born?" Fu Shiting looked at the photo of Ziqiu living in the insulated box, and memories of the past surged in his heart.

Ziqiu looked at the photos on the screen with a serious look on his face.

Fu Shiting looked at his serious little face and couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek: "Ziqiu, it's good that you're fine. When you grow up in the future, you must be filial to your aunt Yinyin."

Ziqiu stretched out his finger and stroked the screen of his phone, and the photo immediately turned to the next one.

"Who taught you to turn the page?" Fu Shiting didn't expect his son to play with his mobile phone. "Did you teach me?"

Ziqiu focused on looking at the photos on his phone, but no answer.

Suddenly, a notification message popped out of the notification bar of the mobile phone.

——Rong'er requests to add you as a friend.

Seeing the word "Rong'er", Fu Shiting's brows frowned.

Jin Ronger?

How could she have his WeChat account?

What's wrong with her when she asks him?

Thinking of this, he clicked the notification column information.

Just as he was about to refuse to accept Jin Rong'er's friend's request, the verification message she sent came to her eyes.

——Shi Ting, I saw our child today. I think she looks very much like Rhela.

Fu Shiting's finger was above the rejection button, but he couldn't click it.

Jin Ronger said that the child looks like Rhela!

Rhela's little face suddenly appeared in his mind.

He really wanted to see if this child really looks like Rhela!


Chapter completed!