Chapter 1425: An unexpected surprise 7
Chapter 1425: An unexpected surprise 7
He lay beside tingjun, his deep eyes staring unblinkingly at the sleeping tingjun. He observed and sized him up. This was his own son. Even at this moment, he still felt like he was in a dream.
Tingjun didnât sleep well. He liked to kick the blanket at night and he liked to roll around. He could roll from the head of the bed to the end of the bed and from the end of the bed to the head of the bed.
Every time he moved, Yin Zhanâs breathing grew heavier. His long fingers pressed on the sheets, tightening.
Every time he quieted down, she would carry him back to his original position and tuck him in his blanket.
After she covered him with the blanket for the nth time and he kicked it away, he didnât get angry at all. He just repeated the simple actions and covered him again carefully. He couldnât calm down.
The time turned from midnight to early morning, and the first rays of the morning sun shone in from the window.
Ting Jun stretched lazily and yawned. He opened his eyes and saw Yin Zhanâs enlarged face. He was shocked. He blinked his big eyes and mumbled, â
dad, are you the president? â
Hearing the word â dad, â Yin Zhanâs eyes grew hot and tears fell.
He wasnât an easily agitated person, but he couldnât help his eyes from turning red. It wasnât the first time he heard him call him âdaddyâ. In the past, he was just used to it and couldnât correct it, so he just let him call himâ daddyâ. But this time, his heart was almost scalded by it.
thereâs no Qianqian.
his voice was hoarse, and for a moment, his throat rolled so much that he could not speak.
Ting Jun saw his fatherâs twisted expression and jumped in shock. When had he ever seen his father cry?
His fatherâs image in his heart had always been cool and cold. He was so majestic that he didnât dare to be presumptuous. He was a big Shot that he admired so much, but even a Big Shot would cry.
Ting Jun gritted his teeth. Dad didnât become the president, so heâs sad now?
Aiya, itâs fine if you donât have it. I wonât cry even if Iâm not elected as class monitor.
Tingjun reached out his little arm and put it around Yin Zhanâs neck. He patted his chest and said, â âAs a man, I wonât laugh at you. Be good, Yingluo.â
Yin Zhan gazed at his proud little face with a complicated look and reached out to touch his little head. After a moment of silence to make sure that he wouldnât lose control of his voice again, he said indifferently, â
are you disappointed that dad didnât become the president? â
âSo what if you donât? you canât even get your mom, so how can I expect you to get all the people in the country? Our form teacher said that she didnât want to choose you and that youâre a scumbag. Whatâs a scumbag like Daddy?â
a bad man, for example, a man who let a woman down, a man who bullies a woman but doesnât take responsibility, or a man who makes a woman suffer great grievances.
Ting Jun nodded seriously.
Iâm a jerk too. There are so many girls in my class, and I donât want to take responsibility for bullying them. Sigh, dad, weâre brothers in the same boat. No wonder the teacher doesnât like me.
Ting Jun got up with an indifferent expression, grabbed his clothes from the bed, and quickly put them on.
The corners of Yin Zhanâs mouth cracked. He picked up his pants and handed them to Jiang Chen. He sat beside Jiang Chen and looked at his nine-year-old son.
He had long passed the age where he needed others to help him dress, and he knew how to do everything by himself.
Halfway through putting on his clothes, tingjun rushed into the bathroom to pee, humming a childrenâs song as if it wouldnât affect his mood even if the sky fell. That high-pitched childâs voice was like a jumping happy gene that could infect depressed adults.