Chapter 403 Father-Son Interaction

Is it possible that he won't go home?

Lu Shaoming frowned as he listened, and he reached out to hug Xiao Jinwen, "Mom, does Ning Qing often not go home at night?"

Yue Wanqing knew she had said the wrong thing when she heard her son-in-law's tone, and she quickly smoothed things over, "Hehe, no, there have been only a few times in the past two or three months, she was filming night scenes on the crew."

"Yeah." Lu Shaoming nodded, and he stretched out his right index finger to hook his son's soft little hand. His son's palm was sweaty and tired from playing. As soon as he held his father's index finger, he pulled it hard, then grinned with a crystal-clear little mouth and laughed happily, "Dad... Dad..."

He started calling people again.

Lu Shaoming kissed his son's little face and couldn't let go. His son's smile was very much like his mother, and there were two small dimples on his cheeks.

"Xiao Jinwen, do you miss your mother? Daddy will take you to find your mother, okay?"

Xiao Jinwen heard it and quickly waved his two little hands to applaud, good, good, "Ma... Ma..." Xiao Jinwen missed his mother so much.

Yue Wanqing smiled dotingly. In her eyes, her little grandson was so cute that she usually took him out to buy groceries and go shopping. Neighbors next door would come to see him. She was very proud.

But, "Shaoming, do you want to take Xiao Jinwen to the crew to find Qingqing? I'm afraid that's not possible. Qingqing is busy and you have no experience in taking care of Xiao Jinwen. How about I go with you?"

Lu Shaoming shook his head, "Mom, you rest at home, I'll take Xiao Jinwen with you. Don't worry, I can't handle my son. Please pack two things for Xiao Jinwen, we'll leave now."

Yue Wanqing looked at her son-in-law's calm expression and felt relieved. Indeed, are there any parents in the world who can't control their children?

"Okay, I'll go now." Yue Wanqing turned around to pack her things.

...

The Bentley stopped at the door of the crew. This scene was shot in a Republic of China cabaret, so the crew was set up in a hotel. Lu Shaoming got out of the car, opened the back door, and took Xiao Jinwen out of the stroller.

Little Jinwen was very well behaved during the trip. His father placed him in the stroller in the back seat. He held the bells in his hands and shook them beside his ears. He looked so serious that he wanted to play a song, but unfortunately he couldn't tune or sing a song.

Lu Shaoming carried him out with one arm. It was cold at night, so he wrapped Little Jinwen loosely with a goose yellow blanket and put a denim hat on him. He carried the bag with his other hand.

The bag was quite heavy. Little Jinwen's grandmother was worried about him going out, so she packed a lot of things.

Lu Shaoming closed the car door and walked into the hotel.

As soon as he entered, he attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone covered their mouths and looked here. The eyes moved from the man to Little Jinwen.

The man was still wearing a light blue striped shirt and black trousers. He was handsome and handsome. He was very relaxed holding Little Jinwen in one arm. His firm and chiseled face was three-dimensional and stylish. His sonorous footsteps on the marble exuded a strong and sharp aura.

Look at the baby again, his white and tender skin is as delicate as jade, his big grape-like eyes are rolling around, and the denim hat is on his head, which is so cute.

Lu Shaoming walked forward without looking around, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hello..." The call was connected, but it was not Ning Qing's voice, but Xiao Zhou's.

Lu Shaoming frowned, opened his red lips slightly, and responded in a low voice, "Hello."

Xiao Zhou on the other side was a little nervous, "Hello, Mr. Lu, are you looking for Ning Qing? Ning Qing is in the studio now, it's not convenient to answer the phone, hehe."

Lu Shaoming lowered his eyes and glanced at his son, and said directly, "I'm in the hotel now."

"What?" Xiao Zhou exclaimed.

Lu Shaoming hung up the phone.

When he walked to the elevator door, Lu Shaoming's hands were full. He was about to put away his mobile phone with the bag in his hand and press the elevator button. At this time, "Mr. Lu, I'll help you."

A group of little girls ran over and helped him press the key enthusiastically.

Lu Shaoming looked at the man calmly and said politely, "Thank you."

He stepped into the elevator.

The elevator door closed.

A group of little girls outside burst into laughter, "Wow, that was really Mr. Lu just now, and that Mr. Lu was holding... Little Mr. Lu? Little Mr. Lu is so pretty and cute, I think he looks like my idol Sister Ning."

"Yeah, I was so excited just now that I almost drooled... Mr. Lu is such a tall and handsome man, holding a baby, that scene is really limited..."

"Little Mr. Lu has completely inherited the excellent genes of Sister Ning and Mr. Lu. This is the first time that little Mr. Lu has been exposed outside. It seems that Mr. Lu must have brought his son to visit the set, Sister Ning is so happy."

A group of little girls chirped like birds.

…

Lu Shaoming went straight to the 12th floor. When he got out of the elevator, Xiao Zhou hurried over, "Mr. Lu." Xiao Zhou looked at Xiao Jinwen, her eyes suddenly brightened, and she waved, "Hi, Xiao Jinwen, I haven't seen you for a few days, you've grown handsome again."

Xiao Jinwen: Hehe, hehe, hehe.

Sister, you have good taste!

"Mr. Lu, Ning Qing's room is here, I'll take you there." Facing a man like Lu Shaoming, Xiao Zhou knew that he was in a bad mood and was afraid of offending him, so she took him to the room directly.

Lu Shaoming didn't say anything, and took his son to open his long legs.

Xiao Zhou inserted the room card, and Lu Shaoming walked in, "Mr. Lu, please sit for a while, Ning Qing will come to you as soon as he is done."

Lu Shaoming snorted, and Xiao Zhou wiped his sweat and closed the door.

…

Lu Shaoming looked around the room slowly. The room was not big, but it was clean and tidy, and the air was fresh.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the carpet under his feet. It was light gray, had just been replaced, and was soft.

He bent down and placed Xiao Jinwen on the carpet.

Xiao Jinwen couldn't walk, but he could crawl. He put his two little hands on the carpet and climbed forward like a little rabbit.

Lu Shaoming walked to the bedside, then put the bag in his hand next to the bedside table. He raised his hand to loosen two buttons of his shirt, and finally sat down on the bed. With his right hand, he touched the white quilt on the bed. He leaned against it. Close your eyes lazily on the bedside.

When he opened his eyes again, he turned his head slightly and saw that Xiao Jinwen had crawled to the wall of the room and was looking curiously at the socket there.

What is this thing with several black holes? Xiao Jinwen turned to look at Dad in confusion.

Facing his son's questioning gaze, Lu Shaoming raised his eyebrows and shook his head, "That's a socket, it's powered, don't touch it, it will shock you."

Xiao Jinwen: My whole body trembled, I was so scared.

He didn't even look at the black hole, and crawled away with his arms and legs.

He climbed to a table, and there was a towel hanging down from the table. He reached for it, and with a crash, the towel fell down and covered his little head.

Huh?

Huh!

Why can't you see it?

Xiao Jinwen's two white and tender hands quickly touched the towel, twisting and twisting, turning and turning. The towel had turned 180 degrees, why could he still not see it?

At this time, Dad's low-mellow laughter came to my ears. The laughter was the vibration from Dad's strong chest, which was very touching.

He turned his head and lifted the towel covering his eyes with his white and tender hands. Wow, Dad's handsome face appeared in front of him, and he saw it.

Lu Shaoming felt so weak when he looked at his son's appearance that it was hard to imagine that the seeds he sowed would eventually turn into this little life, the inheritance of his blood.

The son his wife gave him.

Xiao Jinwen didn’t understand why Dad was smiling, nor why Dad’s eyes were so bright. They were as bright as the stars falling in the sky that his grandma pointed out to him. He was still young, so he allowed himself not to understand, and he had small arms and legs. crawled away.

Lu Shaoming leaned lazily for a while. There was no desk in the room. He took his business bag, put his long legs on the bed casually, put the thin notebook on his lap, and started working.

The room was very quiet, only Xiao Jinwen's babbling and cheerful cries were heard. Dad was dealing with official matters in his business notebook with flying fingers. He was bored and turned into the bag that grandma had prepared for him. He turned over and over. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he was grinding his teeth on biscuits.

Little Jinwen is teething, so she eats two teething biscuits every day.

He put the biscuit packaging bag in his mouth and bit it, but he couldn't bite it off. His grandma and grandpa usually opened it for him, but they are not here now.

Yes.

Xiao Jinwen crawled beside the bed and raised her hand with great effort to pull Dad's trousers on the bed.

A small soft movement on the side of his trouser legs caught Lu Shaoming's attention. He looked up from a pile of reports and could see his son's watery eyes. He glanced at his little wife. When he pressed her down, her green eyes turned into a piece of paper. Looking at him made him scratch his heart and lungs.

A little hand handed it over, holding a crumpled biscuit bag, "Dad... Bi, eat..."

Called "Daddy" for the first time.

Sure enough, food is still powerful.

Lu Shaoming took the biscuit bag, tore it open easily, then took out a biscuit and handed it to Xiao Jinwen.

Xiao Jinwen held the biscuit tightly in her hand, staring at the biscuit bag with her big watery eyes, "Dad...Bi..." Mine is mine, give it back to me.

Lu Shaoming ignored it and lowered his eyes to read the report. His thin crimson lips moved, "Eating less snacks is not good for your health."

what the hell?

Xiao Jinwen figured it out, and Dad took the opportunity to confiscate his biscuits.

He eats two sticks every day.

Xiao Jinwen was angry. He sat down on the carpet, holding biscuits in his little hands, stuffing them into his mouth, staring at the biscuit bag while stuffing them.

Lu Shaoming finished processing the report and was about to review the documents. At this time, there was an unusual, very slight sound around him. He turned his head, clenched the biscuit bag with one small hand and quickly retracted it.

Looking up again, his son crawled on the carpet with his little arms and legs, and climbed directly to the farthest door. Xiao Jinwen held the biscuit bag in his hand, stretched out a little finger and pointed at Daddy, ha, ha, ha, ha. .

Lu Shaoming, "..." I blame him. His son ate this little biscuit for a quarter of an hour. He was so focused on business that he forgot about the biscuit bag and was attacked by him.

Lu Shaoming shrugged and gave Xiao Jinwen a look---You can do it!

So Xiao Jinwen couldn't stop laughing.

At this time, a familiar voice sounded outside the door. The door was pushed open, and Ning Qing walked in. She looked at the man on the bed, showing a gentle smile, "Shaoming, you are here..."

Then Ning Qing looked around the room. She was confused, "Where is Xiao Jinwen?"

Xiao Jinwen disappeared.