Mr. He’s Daily Affections

Li Bo dreamed that he hoped that the young master could return with a child someday, even if he had an illegitimate child.

Unfortunately, he finally expected this scene, but the child had nothing to do with the young master.

He Jingyao glanced at him lightly: "This child will live here recently, you are responsible for taking care of him. When you find his parents, you will send the child back."

After he finished, he turned and walked upstairs.

"Okay, don't worry." Li Bo answered, and turned his gaze to the child.

The little guy was secretly looking at He Jingyao, seeming to be very reluctant to part with him, but dared not to continue entanglement. He had to grieve with a face, twisting his fingers together, which made Li Bo like it in his heart.

He walked over and touched his head lovingly: "Child, what is your name?"

"Xiaobao." He said with a flat mouth.

She blames her mother. Qian Dingwan asked him not to recognize him or his father, otherwise would he let his father name him?

Every time someone asks for his name, he can only say that he is Xiaobao... so shameful.

He frowned.

"Xiaobao." Li Bo smiled, but did not ask his name, "Are you hungry? I let the kitchen prepare snacks for you, OK?"

"Okay." He smiled immediately. "Uncle, you are so nice."

The sweet mouth of the little guy immediately burst into the heart of Li Bo, who was walking into old age, and brought him snacks and cartoons, almost responsive.

...

After finishing the rest of the work, He Jingyao changed his clothes and went downstairs to dinner, and he saw that this little guy had completely captured Li Bo. The loyal butler had never noticed that his young master had come downstairs. .

He Jingyao glanced over there and walked blankly to the restaurant.

Instead, Xiao Bao saw him and rushed over like a shell, shouting loudly: "He Jingyao!"

"...Shout uncle." He Jingyao looked at him with eyes narrowed, "If you are not obedient, I will send you to the police station."

He had to shout "Uncle" in despair.

He Jingyao flashed a smile in his eyes and leaned over to pick him up.

"It's time for dinner. What do you like to eat?" He Jingyao said, putting him on the chair.

The little guy was short, sitting at the table only showing a furry head, which looked funny.

He stretched out his arms and grabbed the dining table. He looked around for a while and pouted: "I don't like to eat."

"Then choose a few to eat, how can a child picky eat?" He Jingyao gave him a condescending glance.

"Humph..." He picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of mashed potatoes into the mouth, and spit it out in disgust, "It's unpalatable."

Then he stood on the chair again, stretched out his arm and grabbed a piece of pizza, biting a bite with difficulty, and spit it out again: "It tastes bad."

He Jingyao raised his eyebrows, and saw that the little guy disgusted all the food on the table, and finally put down the spoon unhappy, and grabbed the dining table with both hands, staring at him with eyes.

He Jingyao pursed his lips and once again told himself to be patient with the child, and said: "What do you like to eat?"

Xiao Bao breaks his finger and starts counting: "Meat buns, egg custard, roasted wheat, crystal shrimp dumplings, lean egg porridge..."

He Jingyao's eyebrows jumped, and he heard the little guy count the things he loved to eat.

"I let the kitchen prepare shrimp dumplings and porridge for you." He Jingyao interrupted him.

The child's taste reminded him of a woman.