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Chapter 92: Is There A Woman Who Dares To Covet The Beauty Of The Second Master?

Chapter 92 Is there a woman who dares to covet the beauty of the second master?

Fang Yuan just heard the news that the second master was back, so he came to ask.

Fu Tingyao’s eyes flickered, he adjusted his suit, “Go and have a look.”

“Yes, Second Master.” Fang Yuan hung his face with joy, now the young master should be happy.

In the    duplex apartment, after eating dinner, Chaoyan sat at the desk and read a book.

When Fu Tingyao’s tall and straight figure walked in, he saw a small figure sitting in front of the desk, sitting upright and writing seriously with a pen in his hand.

Have not seen each other for half a year, but Chaoyan has grown a lot taller.

He walked over, stopped beside Chaoyan, and looked down at the words on the copybook. Although he was young, his hand holding the pen did not shake, and he looked like a man.

He asked: “How many words have you known?”

Chaoyan, who was still practicing calligraphy seriously, heard the words, raised his head, and saw Fu Tingyao standing behind him, those dark eyes like his, full of surprise, “Ba…Second Uncle!”

He put down the pen, jumped out of the chair neatly, and stood upright in front of Fu Tingyao, looking up at him with his little head raised, “Five hundred, now learning to write.”

Fu Tingyao nodded, his face a little serious, “Well.”

He sat down on the chair, picked up the copybook, and looked at the characters on it. He practiced very well. He put down the copybook and looked at Chaoyan again, “Are you crying?”

Chaoyan’s milky voice was milky and her words were eloquent, “I didn’t cry, I’m not a man when I cry.”

Fu Tingyao nodded in satisfaction.

Chaoyan pursed his lips, stared at Fu Tingyao for a while, and suddenly asked, “Second uncle, am I suffering from some strange disease?”

Fu Tingyao: “Why do you ask that?”

Chaoyan thought for a while before replying, “I take medicine and give injections.”

Since he can remember, he has been taking medicine and giving injections.

Fu Tingyao’s dark eyes stared at Chaoyan’s eyebrows, silent, as if thinking about something.

Chaoyan stepped forward and took his hand, their hands were together, forming a sharp contrast between one big and one small, “Second Uncle, can I call you Baba?”

Fu Tingyao came back to his senses and did not answer his question, but said with a blank face, “It’s three years old, it’s time to go to kindergarten.”

Chaoyan nodded obediently, “Well, Fang Yuan has already contacted the kindergarten.”

“You rest early, I’m going back.”

Fu Tingyao let go of his hand, stood up and left.

Chaoyan suddenly chased after him, and when Fu Tingyao held the door handle, he grabbed the hem of his clothes, and there was a bit of grievance in his soft voice, “Second uncle, will you come to see me tomorrow?”

Fu Tingyao stopped, turned his head, looked at Chaoyan, thought for a while, and said, “Tomorrow I will come over with Ning Xian.”

Chaoyan’s brows and eyes twitched, and she smiled sweetly, “Good night, Second Uncle!”

“Well.” Fu Tingyao opened the door and walked out.

Chaoyan stood at the door and watched, until his figure disappeared, then climbed up the chair again, opened the drawer, took out the notebook, opened it, picked up the pen, and wrote.

I came back for eight days, and he came to see me!

…

The next day, Fu Tingyao and Ning Xian made an appointment to see Chaoyan.

Chaoyan had just finished his morning class when he saw them coming and jogged over happily, “Second Uncle, Uncle Ning.”

Ning Xian picked up Chaoyan and looked at her. The last time he went abroad with him, he hadn’t seen each other for a month, “Chaoyan is growing again.”

Chaoyan smiled and said, “Of course, I want to be as tall as the second uncle.”

Ning Xian frowned and looked sideways at Fu Tingyao. In front of the child, he couldn’t say anything.

Wait for Fang Yuan to come over and bring Chaoyan to prepare.

Ning Xiancai said: “You know that Chaoyan is your son, but you still…”

Fu Tingyao’s cold eyes glanced at Ning Xian, “Others say yes?”

“But the paternity test can’t be faked. Chaoyan is your son.” Ning Xian didn’t believe that a son would appear out of thin air at first, so he did a paternity test on purpose.

“I only have one woman Wanwan.” Fu Tingyao affirmed.

Ningxian kindly reminded: “You forgot that four years ago, there was a woman who coveted your beauty…”

If you give me a hosta, I will make your hair grow for you. Wash away the lead, and from now on, the sun will end.

(end of this chapter)