Fu Shiting: "..."

"I don't feel any discomfort, I must be too tired." She rubbed her eyes, "I fell asleep."

"Yeah." He sat on the edge of the bed and didn't leave.

He didn't leave the room until she was breathing evenly.

When he came to the living room, Ziqiu glanced at him.

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

Ziqiu didn't understand, so he was confused.

"Sir, why don't you wait until Ziqiu's first birthday to send him to the early education class!" Mrs. Zhang said, "He is really boring at home alone. There are no children of the same age to play with."

"I'll discuss it with An An when the time comes."

"An An didn't mention the early childhood classes. I think it's better for the child to stay at home." Mrs. Zhang said, "I took Ziqiu to play in the community before, and I heard from a mother-in-law that my grandson was in kindergarten and fell ill every day. Get sick, get sick as soon as you go to school."

Fu Shiting was stunned for a moment: "Then don't send Ziqiu to the early childhood class."

His original intention was to let his son play with children of the same age, which would make it more fun.

If your kids get sick easily when they gather together, stay home!

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

After Aunt Zhang finished speaking, she walked towards the kitchen.

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

"Baby, what are you doing in the kitchen? Dad is playing with you!" Fu Shiting hurriedly chased after him and picked Ziqiu up, "Dad, will you show you pictures of your mother and sister? And pictures of your brother... You haven't seen your brother for a long time, and we will bring him back when you have your first birthday."

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

He smoothly carried Ziqiu to the sofa and sat down, and the father and son began to look at the photos and videos on the phone.

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

"This is a photo of you when you were just born. Isn't it a small one... You were sick at that time, and you were taken to the incubator when you were born." Fu Shiting looked at the photo of Ziqiu living in the incubator, the memories of the past flooded my mind.

Ziqiu looked at the photo on the screen with a serious expression.

Fu Shiting looked at his serious little face and couldn't help but kissed him on the cheek: "Ziqiu, fortunately you're fine. When you grow up, you must be filial to Aunt Yinyin."

Ziqiu stretched out his finger and swiped on the screen of his mobile phone, and the photo immediately flipped to the next one.

"Who taught you to turn pages?" Fu Shiting didn't think that his son could play with his mobile phone, "Did my sister teach you?"

Ziqiu concentrated on looking at the photos on the phone, but didn't answer.

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

- Rong'er has requested to add you as a friend.

Seeing the word 'Rong'er', Fu Shiting frowned.

Kim Young-er?

How could she have his WeChat ID?

What is she looking for him for?

Thinking of this, he clicked the notification bar information.

Just when he was about to reject Jin Rong'er's friend request, the verification message she sent came into view.

- Shi Ting, I saw our child today. I think she looks a lot like Rila.

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

Kim Young-ah said the child is like Rila!

Rila's little face suddenly appeared in his mind.

He wanted to see if this kid really looked like Rila! JrNovels.com