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

The black rabbit's ears twitched, and it stopped crying.

He had never heard his father sing before, and his father actually sang so well!

Winston is a standard bass with a very rich and deep voice. Even when he casually hums a few lines of a lullaby, it carries a gentle warmth that can catch a little one.

It was as if he had truly become a little baby, lying in the love boat his father had woven for him, gently rocked towards his dreams.

Wu Tu even felt that he could dream of his childhood, a time he had never experienced, when he was gently loved by his parents.

Dad can lift him up, carry him on his shoulders, and help him through all the darkness that came before.

This familiar lullaby, from Wutu's hometown, must have been practiced by Dad for a long time.

Winston never told Ulquiorra how much he had done for him.

But when Wu Tu needs him, his father is always omnipotent.

The little guy almost fell asleep listening to it.

He closed his eyes and nodded a few times. Even though he had been hypnotized by his father and was extremely sleepy, he still remembered that he was there to coax his father.

So the little guy, half asleep, sang along with his dad:

"The moon is crescent-shaped, the moon is crescent-shaped, the moon is crescent-shaped like a precious boat..."

The little guy's voice was pure, carrying a purifying energy that cleansed Winston's soul.

Winston had heard the little guy's voice often, but this was the first time he had heard the black rabbit sing.

Singing is a language from which the soul pours out.

This is a voice kissed by God.

Finally, he was heard by Winston.

Winston felt the song was strangely familiar, as if he had heard it before when he was a child.

It was clearly impossible, but the father and son comforted each other and both slept well.

Winston also dreamed of the past.

He rarely dreamed of these things, and when he did, they were all nightmares. The corpses of people he had killed would stare at him, cursing him to go to hell.

But today, Winston had a rare dream of a sunny, peaceful afternoon.

In his dream, he seemed to be lying on the grass with someone, and next to him, a young man in a gray robe was weaving a foxtail grass wreath around his finger...

Winston slept very soundly.

When he woke up in the morning, the first thing he saw was the black cat lying on him, blinking its eyes as it watched him sleep.

This was the first time the little guy had seen Winston wake up later than him. The little guy was bored, and even if he was just staring at his father's face, studying his father's eyelashes, high nose, and mouth, he could study them for a long time.

When Winston discovered that the little girl was spying on him, a piece of his heart sank uncontrollably.

He kissed the little guy's forehead:

"Good morning kiss."

Good morning, baby.

Wu Tu laughed. He still wanted to be held by his father, forehead to forehead, rubbing against each other, the rubbing against his skin making the little guy feel very comfortable.

Winston then petted the little one for a long time at the little guy's request.

The little guy doesn't seem sad anymore; coaxing him to sleep last night really worked.

Winston and Ulva both felt that they had taken good care of each other.

The little guy finally dared to speak.

He went to the recording studio to sing today and was in excellent form. So excellent that every single one of the new staff members present looked on in awe.

"An angel..."

"I'm sure."

"He is simply God's favorite child."

Wu Tu was still a little uneasy about his skill level. He gripped the microphone stand tightly, and because there was a glass barrier between them, he didn't dare to look at other people's expressions.

But when he saw his father watching him from outside the recording studio, he wasn't nervous at all.

He had never studied vocal music, yet he possessed a natural, unadorned beauty.

Moreover, because the little one hasn't gone through puberty yet, his voice has a unique androgynous quality, which is the purity and clarity of a child's voice.

Letting him sing according to his own ideas is the most suitable and the most infectious approach.

Faced with such a talented star, the little guy's GG not only brought tangible benefits but also unprecedented popularity.

Suddenly, he received more and more invitations to participate in various scriptwriting, photography, and interview projects.

Wherever he goes, he attracts attention.

Some people even loved him with the same fervor as if he were a faith.

Wu Tu sat in the car, looking at the main screen of the most bustling city center, where the Fashion Building had changed to display his poster, before he gradually came back to his senses.

He seems to have become very capable?

Is it that fast?

It was supposed to be tough, but the little guy didn't seem to think so.

Aside from the irregular hours and high-intensity work during filming, the little guy's usual studies, training, and preparation are not particularly demanding.

After all, he comes from one of the most turbulent countries.

But all of this happened too fast, and people's hearts were too restless, which made Wu Tu feel a little apprehensive.

He felt he didn't deserve so much affection.

Winston didn't let the little guy process it on his own. He took the little guy to a psychologist so that he could have a good talk and release the stress.

However, the little guy's sense of worthyness has improved considerably compared to before.

This is something Winston needs to slowly and lovingly tell him that he deserves it.

These likes and praises are entirely worthy of Wutu's strength.

He didn't do any marketing hype; all his fans were earned little by little through his acting skills and singing.

His current fans have even become one with his former ice hockey fans.

Some people who didn't know anything about the previous Wutu have fallen into the big pit of figure skating.

Some people who never followed the entertainment industry started paying attention to this new world because of Wutu.

The little guy always brings wonderful experiences to everyone.

They loved the crows as much as the crows loved dance and performance.

The little guy often cries with emotion as he reads the letters from his fans, one after another.

Winston wanted to tell the little guy to stop watching, worried that he might cry himself dry one day.

But Wu Tu refused; he couldn't let everyone down.

He even personally framed the letters, carefully hung them on the wall, and kept them as a collection.

His sincerity is also a testament to his mutual commitment with his fans.

Seeing how serious the little guy was, Cooper decisively took two photos of him crying while reading the letter and posted them online to retain his fans.

This is a legitimate method.

However, the image of the black rabbit is too perfect, which can also arouse jealousy.

Some people think that his persona is just a facade, and that it's all just a show.

After all, Wu Tu has such a powerful family background and such a smooth life. It's obvious that his family paved the way for him and supported him. His public image has probably been packaged by a top-notch business team long ago.

Such rhetoric can also touch upon the darkness in people's hearts.

Helena had already foreseen that Wu Tu would inevitably stumble sooner or later.

The road to fame is never entirely smooth.

However, once such words appear, Helena loses control and immediately orders her PR team to block and delete all such statements.

"These damned bastards actually attacked a minor child..."

Lauren said with a hint of helplessness, "Helena, haven't you used these methods all the time? It's just a common business tactic..."

Helena Rubinstein was like a lion protecting its cubs at that moment:

"That's my child."

"No one is allowed to hurt him."

The Winston family is just that unreasonable.

If they were truly reasonable, this country wouldn't be so prosperous today.

All of this is due to the Winston family's warlike genes, which have been passed down from the Middle Ages.

Lauren had no choice but to immediately send people to find a way to deal with the public opinion.

To be honest, the reason he can sit calmly with Helena right now is because of the presence of the Black Tortoise.

Moreover, Wutu was such a well-behaved child, and even called him Grandpa.

Lauren can't just stand by and watch others bully his child.

So what if the black rabbit has a powerful backer?

His powerful backer hasn't even started to exert his influence yet.