Chapter 4891 Youyou Is Sick, Autism 2

Mr. Cheng returned to his apartment and sat there smoking silently.

He smoked a pack at a time.

Xiao Mao poured a glass of water in front of him and sighed softly: "Mr. Cheng, smoking too much is not good for your lungs."

Mr. Cheng's eyes were red, "Xiao Mao, do you know that my son has autism? I don't believe it, that little thing is so beautiful."

Xiao Mao guessed that something happened, but he didn't expect it to be such a big deal.

Xiao Mao was silent for a moment, then spoke softly: "Master Cheng, what are you going to do?"

Master Cheng pursed his lips: "What can I do? Just do it!"

He then let out a long breath, "Actually, I really don't know what to do. Xiao Mao, tell me, what to do!"

Xiao Mao looked at Master Cheng: "Master Cheng, do you really want to know?"

Master Cheng rolled his eyes at him, then took another puff of his cigarette: "Tell me."

Xiao Mao sighed: "For things like this, we can only let nature take its course. It is more important than anything else to let children grow up in a relaxed environment."

Master Cheng opened his eyes wide: "How did you, a bastard, know that?"

Xiao Mao smiled a little embarrassedly and scratched his head: "Because I was like this when I was a child, I didn't start talking until I was seven years old."

Master Cheng slapped his thigh, "It turns out that Xiao Mao has such a glorious past, OK, I know."

Master Cheng said, and immediately stood up and wanted to go upstairs, but he got up too fast and twisted his foot and almost fell, so he quickly supported himself with a civilized stick.

Xiao Mao wanted to help, but didn't dare, for fear that Master Cheng would have other ideas.

Mr. Cheng calmed down and went upstairs again.

He knocked hard on the door, eager to tell his wife the news. Xiao Mao could get better, and so could their son. Xiao Mao said he wanted to grow up in a relaxed environment, so he would not yell at people in the future, and win people over with virtue.

He knocked like this, which naturally alarmed Auntie and Sister Hong. Auntie frowned: "Who is so loud?"

Sister Hong and Youyou were eating, and Sister Hong smiled: "Who else except Cheng Zheng?"

Auntie also smiled, "Mr. Cheng has a very impatient temper, that's true, but he is also very manly."

Sister Hong knew that since that incident, Auntie has been speaking for Cheng Zheng everywhere, and she couldn't control it, so she pretended not to hear it.

Auntie opened the door, and it was indeed Mr. Cheng.

Mr. Cheng looked up and muffled the words that were about to come to his mouth.

He coughed lightly: "Eating!"

Sister Hong smiled: "Yes. Eating."

Mr. Cheng scratched his head: "Then I'll eat with the child."

He was not doing it for this woman, but for the child.

Didn’t Xiao Mao say that children need the company of adults?

Hong Jie smiled and didn’t object. On the contrary, Auntie was as attentive as if a son-in-law had come to the house…

Hong Jie couldn’t do anything about her. Seeing Cheng Ye coming, Auntie immediately pulled out a chair for him to sit down, and served him another bowl of rice and some dishes.

Hong Jie was speechless and looked at Auntie for a while longer.

Auntie wasn’t afraid of her either.

Hong Jie continued to eat, but after a while she raised her eyes and saw Xiao Youyou staring straight at Cheng Ye.

Cheng Ye ate with big mouthfuls and said with a smile, “Son!”

Youyou’s little face turned red and he lowered his head to eat.

Cheng Ye smiled again and reached out to touch Xiao Youyou’s little head, “This child is like me. Handsome.”

Xiao Youyou’s little face turned redder and his head buried deeper.

He actually minded a little, fearing that his father would dislike him if he didn’t speak.