The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

But seeing the little guy's serious expression, the butler had no choice but to go along with what Wu Tu said to soothe his emotions:

"Okay, okay, I don't like mini cakes."

"Does the young master like Mr. Winston?"

Wu Tu pursed her lips before answering:

"like."

The butler's grandfather smiled so much that fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes; he was very kind and friendly.

Seeing this, Wu Tu tightened her grip on his hand a little.

He thought to himself:

I also like the butler grandpa.

But the little guy still didn't dare to speak out or express himself. He could only whisper in his heart, and then regret that his voice was too quiet and the butler grandpa didn't hear it.

The little guy has always looked forward to seeing how happy others are when they receive his affection.

However, his previous affections were treated as worthless trash, something to be trampled on in the mud.

So the little guy only dared to like things silently; he didn't dare to say anything, whether it was a person or a small cake.

……

After the butler urged him to go back to his room to change his clothes, his father had already arrived home.

The little guy saw his dad's Rolls-Royce parked at the door from the balcony.

His steps became lighter, and a rare look of anticipation appeared on his face. His eyes sparkled, like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home.

Now, the black tusk finally shows some of the liveliness of a child.

He didn't even have time to prepare the meal he had made; he took the elevator downstairs to greet his father first.

When Winston was changing his shoes in the entryway, he found a little guy with bright, expectant eyes looking up at him.

Winston's heart was suddenly jolted, and a soft spot sank in.

The once empty and cold home suddenly became warm and cozy because of the presence of this little one.

Under the warm yellow light, the little one was wearing fleece-lined pajamas, and his hair, which had just been washed, was sticking up haphazardly, making his eyes look even more wet.

He seemed to have come down in a hurry, his trouser legs were still rolled up, one long and one short, revealing his slender ankles and socks with cartoon patterns.

The atmosphere was filled with the smell of fireworks.

The aroma was so strong that Winston smelled like home.

Winston instinctively raised his hand, and sure enough, the little guy immediately clung to him.

Even though he was wearing a double-breasted suit today, which made the little guy's face turn red from the pressure, Wu Tu still held onto Winston's waist and refused to let go.

The little guy misses him a lot.

With that clingy nature, anyone who saw him could easily understand why Winston was so worried about her every day.

Richard, following behind, watched the father and son being affectionate with a cold expression.

Richard: "Honey, what about me?"

Don't you miss your brother?

But before Richard could hear the little one's soft voice calling for his brother, Winston spoke up, interrupting Richard and causing Ulva to momentarily ignore him.

"I heard from the housekeeper that you prepared gifts for us today, is that right?"

The little guy nodded and eagerly pulled Winston inside.

But just as he was bracing himself for the amazement of his father and brother, he discovered that the dishes he had meticulously prepared half an hour earlier, which had just been placed on the table by the maid, had already been devoured by someone else.

The little guy's proud expression froze on his face.

He stared blankly at the man sitting at the table, enjoying his meal...

The man had a great physique; even in the most ordinary T-shirt, the shirt was stretched to the point of bursting, and the lines from his shoulders to his abdomen were clearly visible.

Because of his great physique, people often look at his chest first before they look up and see his face.

The little guy was also shocked by the terrifying size of the pectoral muscles before he came to his senses and realized that this person had eaten almost all the food he had made.

This is enough for several people...

The little guy worked so hard to prepare this meal, and seeing it turn out like this, with his dad and brother not even getting to eat it yet, tears were already welling up in his eyes.

While sitting and eating, that guy smugly raised his face, radiating an aura of raw hormones, and raised an eyebrow at his brother and father:

"It's been so long since I last saw you, and you didn't even tell me you were eating so well. Otherwise, I would have come back long ago to adjust my nutritional intake."

"By the way, where did you hire this chef? I'll pay you extra, give him to me, I want to take him home."

The following sentence was what he said to Winston.

The more masculine his face is, the more striking his physique, the more frivolous his attitude.

So before Winston could even speak, the well-mannered Richard had already had enough:

"Kaylan, we are your elders, don't behave like this. Besides, the little guy is here today..."

Before he could finish speaking, Winston interrupted decisively:

"no."

"You can't take the person who cooked this meal with you."

The little guy had been holding his father's hand the whole time, but when he heard his father's serious tone, he couldn't help but look up.

The father's imposing presence overwhelmed the other two people present.

The young heirs are all young, spirited, and menacing lions.

But Winston remained the dominant figure, the lion king who commanded respect and deterred any dissent.

Upon seeing this, Winston's second son, Kaylan, clicked his tongue, picked up his coat, and prepared to get up, seemingly intending to leave immediately.

The tense atmosphere terrified Wu Tu. The little guy thought his family was about to fight because of him, so he quickly ran out and grabbed Kailan's clothes.

"No, don't be angry, brother..."

The little guy has been learning English for a while now and has mastered a bit of vocabulary. He can still manage simple expressions like this.

Kelland stayed.

He lowered his head, pinched the little guy's cheek, and carefully examined him from head to toe several times before turning to look at Winston.

"Hey, Aiden, where did you kidnap this kid from? We don't have such a soft little thing in our family."

Kaylan called Winston by his first name.

This situation generally falls into two categories. One is that some Western families do not pay much attention to seniority and hierarchy, and family members with good relationships will get along like friends.

Another scenario is when family relationships are very poor, and children will call their parents by their first names directly, without the parents caring.

Clearly, judging from Kailan's attitude, they belong to the second category.

Upon seeing this, the little one burst into tears.

Because Kailan was still casually pinching the little guy's face, tears fell onto his hand as well.

Just moments ago, Kailan was all arrogant, but upon seeing the little guy cry and feeling the warmth of his tears, he immediately let go of him as if he had been burned.

It's clear that Kalan isn't good at dealing with children, or any soft, cuddly creature in the world.

He was at a loss: "God... please don't cry, I didn't mean to bully you, I'm sorry... please, please don't cry..."

With tears in her eyes, Wu Tu continued to whisper:

"elder brother……"

The little guy practically sent a pitiful kitten emoji from afar.