Chapter 781 I Don’t Want Better, I Just Want You (18)

The little boy is extraordinarily beautiful. His eyes are dark and bright, and his eyelashes are exceptionally long, like two rows of small fans. His skin color is fair, his face is rosy, and his lips are pink and cute. Buns make people want to hold them in their arms and kiss them hard.

Whose child is this? Why did you come to him?

Han Zhihui was probably attracted by this little pink and jade-carved bun. He stared at him for a while, then raised his head and looked around.

The corridor was empty, and there were no adults following him. Therefore, the child came out of which private room while the parents were not paying attention, and couldn't find the way back?

While Han Zhihui was thinking, the little boy blinked at him and said, "Dad."

The little boy looks to be about one and a half to two years old. His pronunciation is much more standard than Li Da's son who calls "Baba".

Seeing that Han Zhihui was ignoring him, the little boy spoke again, with a much higher tone than before: "Dad!"

Whose child is this? So stupid, even my father can admit his mistake...

When Han Zhihui saw the little boy calling him "Dad" twice in a row, he almost chuckled. Without thinking, he bent down and wanted to say a word to the little boy, but just in the middle of the action, he Realizing that there was still a cigarette burning on his fingertips, he stopped moving, put out the cigarette butt, then squatted down and said to the little boy, "I'm not your father."

I don’t know if the little boy understood what he said. After he finished speaking, he shouted twice more: "Dad."

"I'm really not your father."

"Daddy, daddy."

When Han Zhihui saw that no matter how he explained, the little boy kept calling him "Dad", he simply stopped arguing about this topic and directly changed the topic and asked: "What's your name?"

The little boy seemed to be questioned and did not speak for a while.

Just when Han Zhihui was thinking about whether he should take the little boy to the first floor and let the lobby manager take care of him, the little boy called out "Dad" again, and then opened his arms towards Han Zhihui, as if he wanted to hug him. The look of hugging.

Han Zhihui hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and took the little boy into his arms.

The little boy grinned as if he had encountered something very happy, then put his arms around Han Zhihui's neck, raised his little face, and kissed Han Zhihui's cheek.

Han Zhihui doesn't like strangers being too close to him, even a young child.

But the moment the little boy's lips touched his face, not only did he not feel disgusted, but he felt an indescribable tenderness in his heart.

Han Zhihui hugged the little boy's arm and couldn't help but increase his strength and hugged him tighter: "Uncle, will you take you to find your mother?"

It was probably the word "mother" in Han Zhihui's words, and the little boy nodded heavily.

Han Zhihui held the little boy with one hand and was about to stand up when an anxious female voice came from the bathroom: "Han Han! Han Han!"

Then a young woman hurried out of the bathroom.

When the little boy saw the woman, he immediately broke away from Han Zhihui's arms and ran towards the woman.

The woman saw that the little boy was visibly relieved. She squatted down to check if there was any problem with the little boy while he was away from her. At the same time, she scolded the little boy sternly: "Hanhan, what are you doing?" Running around again?!"