Chapter 5 — After Getting Married, I Conquered My Grandson Who Lost His Voice First

The boy looked at me, as if he was seriously thinking about whether this proposal was feasible or not. I took the opportunity to pick up a small dragon bag and wave it in front of its eyes. “Open your mouth.” It hesitated for a second, then obediently opened its mouth. After feeding him, a strange feeling of satisfaction arose in my heart. It turns out that raising children can actually be addictive. No wonder people like to show off their children online so much. I was immersed in my great motherly love when the phone suddenly rang. It's Chu Nghien Tu's video call. I immediately sat up straight, hastily smoothed my hair a few times, cleared my throat and picked up the phone. In the screen, the man is wearing a white shirt, the background behind him looks like a high-end hotel room, he probably just finished washing his face, his collar is still slightly open. He saw me, his eyes stopped for two seconds. “Just woke up?” "Yes." I deliberately lowered the camera a bit, "Your son... no, your nephew occupied me all night last night, causing me pain in my waist and back." Chu Nghien Tu looked into the camera and said indifferently: "He is not my son." “I know.” I propped my chin up, smiled and looked at him. “But every time you correct me this quickly, I always get the feeling that you really care.” He didn't answer me, his eyes looked past me, looking at Chu Du An on the bed behind him. “Did you sleep well last night?” As soon as the boy saw him, he immediately crawled over holding the electronic board. 【Delicious.】 After writing this one word, I paused for a moment and added another sentence. 【No crying.】 I was stunned. Chu Nghien Tu was also silent for a while. Through the screen, I saw his eyebrows dilate very slightly. “Yes, very good.” I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in my heart. It turns out that for this child, even being afraid of thunder is automatically considered a kind of progress that needs to be praised. Obviously it didn't do anything wrong. I reached out and patted Chu Du An's head without saying anything. Only then did Chu Nghien Tu look back at me. “Any plans today?” "Do not have." I answered with full reason. "I'm on a business trip, of course you have to stay home to have fun and take care of the kids." He seemed to smile slightly. “Someone will deliver the goods this afternoon.” “What stuff?” “You said you wanted to eat the sweets from the store the other day.” I was stunned. A few days ago I just blurted it out while chatting, complaining that the French bakery halfway up the mountain was too far away, driving there by myself was too tiring, I'd rather not eat. I was about to forget myself, but he remembered. Before I could say anything, he added another sentence: "Buy it for you and Du An." I pouted. Okay, the last half of this sentence makes my previous fluttering look like I'm being amorous. After hanging up the phone, I turned around and saw Chu Du An staring at me. “Look at what?” He typed repeatedly: 【You look so stupid when you smile.】 I burst out laughing, reaching over and tickling him. “Is your liver bigger now?” It was constantly tickled and dodged by me, its eyes curved into a crescent moon shape. Even though it didn't make a sound, that expression was clearly smiling. My hand stopped, suddenly stunned. This is the first time I've seen him laugh so clearly. Not just a slight curl of the lips. It's a really relaxed laugh, like other normal children. My heart was hit hard by something again one. It turns out that in this large house, there is not always only silence. There may also be a bit of cheerful vitality. That afternoon, sweets were indeed delivered. In addition to the chestnut cake I accidentally mentioned, there was also a children's jigsaw puzzle and a box of crayons. I stared at the box of crayons and couldn't help but mumble: "Who exactly is he buying a gift for?" Chu Du An held the puzzle and sat down on the carpet, but took the initiative to give me a piece. I was both happy and worried: "For me?" It nodded. I immediately excitedly approached: "Okay, today we will join forces and turn over this pile of debris." He picked up the electronic board to correct my words: 【It's not mother and daughter.】 I squinted my eyes: "What is that?" His fingers stopped, his ears slowly turned red. In the end, I only wrote two words: 【We.】 I looked at those two words and my heart felt soft again. Okay. It's okay not to call mom. Being "us" first is also very good. Chu Nghien Tu returned home after three days on business. That evening, I was sitting cross-legged on the living room carpet, joining Chu Du An in piecing together the last piece of the puzzle. The door lock suddenly made a sound. Before I could react, from the hallway came the sound of light footsteps of leather shoes. Looking up, Chu Nghien Tu had walked inside. He probably ran straight back from the airport, still wearing a dark suit, his shoulders were broad and straight, and between his eyebrows there was still a bit of cold fatigue from the long trip. But even so, he still looks absurdly handsome. I clicked my tongue inwardly. There are men who are truly forced by God to eat art. Chu Du An saw him and was clearly stunned. The next second, the boy stood up from the carpet, holding the puzzle board and running towards him. Chu Nghien Tu bent down, supported the boy, then conveniently picked him up. The movements were as proficient as they had been done thousands and thousands of times. “Have you been good these past few days?” Chu Du An nodded, then held up the electronic board for him to see: 【I'm not afraid of thunder.】 Chu Nghien Tu lowered his eyes, looked for two seconds, then raised his hand to pat his head: "Yes, very good." For some reason, standing next to this scene, I suddenly felt a bit bitter. Obviously I also have merit. Why does it look like the credit belongs to him alone now? So I cleared my throat, leaned against the sofa, and sarcastically said: "Mr. Zhou suddenly came back and didn't even bother to report in advance." He raised his eyes at me. That look fell on me, neither heavy nor light, but it made my back feel a little hot. "I'm going back to my house, do I still have to report?"

“That's not necessary.” I smiled on the outside but didn't smile on the inside, "But son... my nephew, sleep with me last night."

His hand holding the boy paused slightly, almost imperceptibly. "I know." “You know?” “You sent me a photo at midnight.” Me: “…” Half dead. Last night when I was dreaming, it seemed like I actually took a photo. And the angle of the photo was extremely dangerous, capturing the scene where I held his nephew in my arms like a loving mother and son, and his nephew pressed his face against my chest with a peaceful look.