D*mn It, Who Wants To Be With A Love Rival?

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: Lin Zhen got up early the next morning. The cubicle in the office had no windows and was completely dark.

After he got dressed, he turned on the light to prevent Xigua from crying when he woke up.

The son was sleeping soundly on the bed, his little body curled up in the bed. Looking at this little face that looked more and more like his own, Lin Zhen felt infinite love in his heart.

From the age of eighteen to twenty-two, in just four years, he went from a boy to a father, and he became more and more accustomed to the rapid change in his identity.

He touched Xigua's warm face, then walked out quietly to work.

When the workers in the packaging workshop came to work and registered from him one after another, his son's childish voice came from the office.

Lin Zhen put down his notebook and quickly walked into the back room of the office.

"Dad." Xigua was still in bed, with only one head exposed. His eyes were dark and bright under the light, like a small animal that had just woken up from hibernation.

"Well, daddy, let's get you dressed." Lin Zhen took the sweater and pants from the end of the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and took his hot son out of the bed.

She pulled the sweater off his head, then grabbed his little arms to put on the sleeves. After putting on the sweater and pants, she put the socks on his chubby feet.

The coat was really dirty, and the cuffs were shiny at the end of the day. Lin Zhen almost frowned as he put it on his son.

The factory is a bit remote, surrounded by farmland and the next village beyond.

Lin Zhen asked Xigua to stand outside the factory, squatting and brushing his son's teeth. "Don't swallow the toothpaste."

Just as Xigua said "Ouch," there was a growl in his throat.

Lin Zhen said: "..."

Looking at his son with white foam around his mouth and blank eyes, Lin Zhen simply couldn't laugh or cry.

After washing up, Lin Zhen was going to take his son to town for breakfast.

I went to the one I frequented frequently, and the owner was already familiar with it. It was not too early at this time, so the business was not busy. Seeing Lin Zhen come in, the boss greeted him warmly, "Boss Lin, is your son here today?"

Before Lin Zhen could order breakfast, the watermelon in his arms was already calling to the boss, "Uncle, little wontons!"

The boss laughed happily. "Okay, small wontons."

Lin Zhen added, "A bowl of small wontons and a drawer of small steamed buns."

Watermelon, familiar with the situation, touched Lin Zhen's pocket and took out a ten-dollar note and handed it to the boss.

After the boss gave the change, he stuffed it into Xigua. Xigua grabbed the banknotes with both hands and stuffed them back into Lin Zhen's pocket.

Children are not very keen on eating small wontons, but they like adults to put the small wontons in small plates. In this way, with the added freshness of the small plates, the children are happy to eat.

So Lin Zhen scooped out one or two wontons on the plate in front of him as usual and let him eat them slowly.

Lin Zhen fed him Xiaolongbao again, but some parts of the watermelon tasted bad. He only wanted to chew the skin of the Xiaolongbao, but never touched the meat inside.