C81 I Don't like the Fact That My Son Is too Much like Him

Tang Xiaorui raised his gaze, and his bright eyes looked at his father's sad face. It was the first time he obediently leaned into his father's embrace. Following that, he said indifferently: "Daddy, your imagination is truly abundant. Time travel? You think too much. Hurry to sleep."

Ji Xiaohan was startled, and then suddenly felt that he was really a little ridiculous to actually say childish words like that.

The next morning, Tang Youyou was promptly woken up by the alarm clock. She reached out to turn off the alarm, looked at her daughter who was still sleeping soundly, and then quietly got off the bed.

While she was washing up in the bathroom, she stared at herself in the mirror, and suddenly recalled the feeling of Ji Xiaohan’s forcefully kissing her last night.

She brushed her teeth with more strength because of that memory. So disgusting! The bastard had unexpectedly kissed her.

After Tang Youyou tidied herself up, she dragged the half-asleep Tang Xiaonai downstairs.

Downstairs, Tang Xiaorui and his father were already sitting in front of the dining table. Tang Xiaorui was wearing a suit in an aristocratic Young Master’s style. His short black hair had been combed back by Ji Xiaohan. At this moment, the two of them were dressed in the same way, from head to toe.

At this moment, even their sitting postures were equally fierce and domineering.

Seeing this scene, Tang Youyou was a little stunned.

Her beautiful eyes widened again and again. When she confirmed that it was her own son, Tang Xiaorui, her eyebrows wrinkled.

What kind of aesthetic senses did this man have? Why did he change her son's loveliness to this unpleasing sharpness like him?

No way, no way. She firmly refused. She had to comb down her son's little bangs, so that it would conform to the innocence and cuteness that a little boy of three years and ten months should have.

"Mommy, I still want to sleep a bit more. Please, let me go upstairs and sleep a bit more. I promise, I'll just sleep a bit …" Tang Xiaonai was just a little slacker, begging Tang Youyou with a little bit of a pampered tone.

"Xiao Nai, this is impossible. You see, your brother has woken up. You must go to school with him. Be obedient." Tang Youyou had no choice but to earnestly reject his daughter's plea. This kind of lazy attitude had to be corrected.

Ji Xiaohan swept his deep gaze across them. Seeing his daughter's lazy look, his mood instantly improved.

His tall and big body had already quickly left the table. He walked to his daughter and squatted down: "Xiao Nai, what's wrong? You don't look like you're awake. Didn’t you sleep well last night without daddy’s accompany?"

Tang Youyou, "..."

Did this man even have face left? My daughter was born to love sleeping. What did it have to do with him? He had taken himself too seriously.

"Daddy, I want to sleep a little longer. Mommy won't let me…" The moment the little fellow saw her loving daddy, her eyes immediately reddened with grievance.

"Come, let me hug you for a while. I'll hold you to eat breakfast, okay?" Of course, Ji Xiaohan wouldn't let her go back to sleep. However, he could hold the little one in his arms and let her be lazy for a while.

"Daddy is so nice! Xiao Nai loves you so much!" The little one was so happy that she opened her little short arms and was about to throw herself on her daddy.

However, halfway through her movement, she was suddenly pulled back by Tang Youyou. "Can you stop doting on your daughter? In this way her bad behaviors will be encouraged. Once it becomes a habit in the future, it will be more troublesome to discipline her.

"I am hugging my own daughter. What’s wrong? My daughter is still so young. You can't ask her to follow all the rules like an adult. " Ji Xiaohan thought that Tang Youyou was punishing his daughter too severely and was full of sympathy for her.

But Tang Youyou thought that if he doted on his daughter like that, sooner or later, he would spoil her.

Both of them had their own opinions and refused to compromise.

Tang Xiaorui swung his short legs, slowly walked over and mediated them: "Daddy, Mommy, if you guys still don't eat breakfast, it will become cold."

After that, Tang Xiaorui grabbed Tang Xiaonai's little hand: "Come here, let me accompany you to eat. You are not allowed to make mommy angry, understand?"

In fact, Tang Xiaonai has listened to her brother ever since she was young. Although her brother always bullied her, most of the time, she was still happy to be coaxed by him.

"Big brother treats me the best, hee hee hee!" Tang Xiaonai immediately smiled like a little fool and followed his brother to the dining table.

As Ji Xiaohan heard his daughter's words, he suddenly felt that there was an arrow piercing his heart. This little thing! She had just said that daddy was the best just now, but now she had turned around and her big brother became the best. Alas! This little lover was so fickle. What should he do in the future?

Tang Youyou was in a hurry to get to the company, so she could not be bothered to argue with this man anymore. She sat at the dining table and started to eat her breakfast.

As she ate, she took a peek at her son's new hairstyle. The more she looked, the more she felt that her son was like Ji Xiaohan. This feeling was really annoying

Thus, she stretched out her hand and patted her son's well-groomed little head. In an instant, her son's little Young Master’s hairstyle had been completely ruined.

"Look, my son is so handsome. He's most handsome with bangs!" Tang Youyou looked at her son's strange expression and immediately pinched his little face with a smile.

"Mommy, why did you mess up my hair? It took me so many efforts to learn to comb my hair like my daddy." Tang Xiaorui looked extremely unhappy.

Ji Xiaohan also felt that the woman's actions were weird. When he heard his son's protest, his gaze froze.

Tang Youyou curled her lips: "Who allowed you to learn from your father? Do you know you will look old without bangs? You look so old at such an early age. Don't mention that you're my son when you go out."

"Mommy, you had never asked us to mention it …" Tang Xiaorui felt even more wronged.

The expression on the face of the person sitting across the table turned extremely surly all of a sudden.

His son had imitated him by combing an identical hairstyle, yet this woman scolded that the hairstyle was older-looking. Had she also scolded him in a roundabout way?

Was he old?

This was the first time Ji Xiaohan had doubted whether he was a little too old, but should a man at 27 be considered old?

Didn't people say that even a man at forty was still a flower? This woman had a serious problem with her aesthetic perception.

Her son's words made Tang Youyou sob, but very quickly, she said with a serious face, "Mommy isn't used to your new hairstyle. A child should look like a child."

Ji Xiaohan immediately interrupted: "Tang Youyou, you sure have too much to worry about. You even care about what kind of hairstyle does my son like. Or, you are just taking it personally and don’t like my hairstyle?”

Tang Youyou was speechless. This man's IQ is still online! That's right. She was beating around the bush and despised his hairstyle.

"Since you think so, that's what I mean." Tang Youyou couldn't even be bothered to be perfunctory.

"You …" Ji Xiaohan was completely enraged. No one had ever dared to judge his appearance, and this was not the first time this woman had done so.