Quick Wear: Boss, she won again by doing nothing

Chapter 130 Boss, I am a cleaner, not a babysitter (72)

Gui Yan sat opposite her, his eyes shifted from the camera to her, finally stopping at her slightly pouty red lips. His eagle eyes narrowed slightly, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but roll up and down.

The tip of my index finger gently strokes the edge of the cup of coffee. The warm touch feels like gently caressing a warm face.

There was a hint of undercurrent in his eyes, but when Xing Rong looked up at him, the dark color had already disappeared.

Xing Rong noticed his strangeness and raised the end of his eyebrows slightly, but said nothing.

Handsome men and beautiful women are always eye-catching, and with a chubby little kid, passers-by speculated whether they were a family of three.

"Hey, look over there! So handsome! And that girl is so cute too!"

"Wow! So cute! Her face is so rosy, I want to pinch it!"

"That girl is so lucky! I wish my boyfriend was that handsome!"

"Why didn't I save the galaxy in my previous life? I also want a handsome man and a cute cub!"

"Aren't they a family of three? Didn't that girl just graduate?"

"Oh yeah, that kid is probably about five or six years old."

"So do we still have a chance?"

"Why don't you go up and ask that man for his VX? You're not bad looking, maybe he'll give it to you?"

The sounds of secret plotting came from all directions, and Xiaowei raised his chin proudly.

How could the Lord of the Realm casually give a stranger a VX message?

The only one who can be worthy of the great Lord of the Realm is Little Star!

Xiao Wei gave them a look in return that he thought was very fierce, but in their eyes he looked cute and fierce, and he looked even cuter when he was angry.

The people around gave up asking Gui Yan for his WeChat ID and instead excitedly discussed how to steal the cute child home to raise.

Xiao Wei snorted softly, thinking that his "shock" had worked.

Her big black eyes turned around cleverly, and she took a sip of fruit tea and smacked her lips, her big eyes filled with innocent doubts, "Uncle, why would they misunderstand that we are a family of three?"

Gui Yan took in her reaction with a smile in his eyes and was stunned when he heard it.

He didn't expect Xiaowei to suddenly ask such a question, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Xiao Wei continued, "Obviously, I am just my mother's daughter, but uncle is just my uncle. You can tell at a glance that uncle is not my father."

Gui Yan's eyes darkened, and his hand holding the phone tightened slightly. His voice was low and slightly hoarse, "Why can't I tell you he's your dad?"

"Because look." Xiaowei pointed to a couple outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The man hugged the girl tightly, his eyes full of love and indulgence. The girl hugged the man's waist shyly, pouting her lips and looking like she was acting coquettish.

"Those brothers and sisters who were together would kiss, hug and lift each other up high."

He turned around and said in a serious and babyish voice, "You and mommy, even sit separately when drinking milk tea." His two little fleshy hands folded in front of his chest, "So you are just an uncle, not a dad."

Gui Yan gently stroked the edge of the camera, and a dark light flashed quickly in his eyes.

He raised his hand and touched Xiaowei's little head, his voice was low and steady, as if the voice alone could give people a full sense of security. "You will have a daddy soon."

Xiao Wei habitually patted him, squinting his eyes comfortably, enjoying being patted on the head. The Lord's big palm was so big and warm, she really wanted to turn into her original form and let him pat her belly and smooth her spines.

Xing Rong held a straw in his mouth and looked quietly at the two people, one big and one small, opposite him.

Father and daughter? At first glance, they look alike.

The two men faced the light, the man's white shirt cast a halo of light, and his resolute face became softer.

This man is more like a god from heaven who accidentally fell to the human world, with a layer of warm light. He gently caresses his people, like a god who tolerates everything and forgives everyone.

The milk tea in my hand was gone without me noticing, with a bunch of stuff left at the bottom of the cup, and a gurgling sound coming from my mouth.

Xing Rong casually placed it on the table, and stretched her slender jade hand into the sunlight. She gently turned her wrist, feeling the warmth.

A God who forgives everyone?