Huo Xi nodded: "Yes, the baby is too young to fly."
Mianmian is quite proud: "I heard from my little dad that when Mianmian was a baby, she used to fly around in the sky! Mianmian is better than other babies."
Hosie touched her little head and smiled softly.
"What are you talking about?"
The office door opened and Zhang Chongguang walked in. Huo Xi looked up and looked at him with surprise: "Is the meeting over?"
Zhang Chongguang walked over and picked up Mianmian.
"It will continue in the afternoon. I want to accompany Mianmian to have dinner with us at noon."
Mianmian hugged his neck, feeling very happy. What child doesn't like to ride on his father's shoulders.
Zhang Chongguang walked in front,
Huo Xi followed behind with his coat. She looked at Zhang Chongguang in front of her. He seemed to be very adaptable to the role of a father. He didn't need to learn at all. He seemed to be born to be a father.
In the elevator, she asked softly.
Zhang Chongguang hummed softly: "It took me a long time to learn! I didn't have time for you in the whole world before, but after I returned to City B, I signed up for postpartum classes. I know everything that mothers know."
In addition, he took care of his younger siblings when they were young, so he got started quickly.
After finishing speaking, he said in a low voice: "I have learned so much, it seems a waste not to raise one myself."
Mianmian listened half-comprehensively.
But she is happy.
Mianmian clenched her little fist and encouraged Zhang Chongguang: "Come on, Dad!"
Zhang Chongguang smiled.
Huo Xi was a little helpless. Mianmian had learned a lot on TV since returning to China, and she didn't have much thought, so she could say whatever she wanted.
Terrible genes.
Zhang Chongguang shook her hand and said gently: "There's nothing wrong with it!"
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West Asia is not too far from that restaurant, only about one kilometer.