Chapter 440

"Daddy, let's go."

Lin Xiaoyu stands up, holds his small schoolbag in his chest, greets him deeply, and then lowers his head to go to the door.

The little back makes people feel lonely. I shake my head with deep and funny thoughts, and then I open my long legs and follow up.

Two people are always one before and one after, keeping a distance of two or three steps.

As soon as the door of the elevator opens, Lin Xiaoyu sees a white man dressed in hip-hop. His voice is loud, "Uncle white."

Shouting and running out.

I can't wait to see Lin Xiaoyu's appearance, and I despise him in my heart.

I was still reluctant to part with him.

Acting, all acting.

White welcome to a few steps in front of the small fish, stoop to pick him up, and then he smiled and said hello to mindfulness, "general manager."

Little guy has a strong sense of safety. No matter who holds it, he will try to hook the neck of that person as much as possible.

At this time, he has a white neck, which looks very close to white.

Just like every time he held him, there was a feeling that he couldn't speak out in his deep heart. He couldn't help asking white, "I've always wanted to know who you are from this child?"

There was a hint of hostility in his voice that he could not detect.

In fact, he knew that white was probably the mysterious all-purpose assistant of the elves.

It's said that everything about the Elvis is he's doing, including daily life. But seeing how close he is to Little Wang Ba, he doesn't know why he's uncomfortable.

And that day xiaowangba called Fang Heyang, that little ruffian dad, he even wanted to scold this little wangba for not being virtuous.

When a son, he should be dedicated to his work. Don't eat the bowl and look at the pot.

Ming Ming held his neck like this not long ago, and now he holds others in the same posture.

But he cares about this. It must be because xiaowangba calls Lin yishallow's Mommy. If he doesn't follow Lin yishallow's back, one mummy at a time, he doesn't care who he calls daddy. It has nothing to do with him.

White smiled and looked back. "I'm his nanny."

"I was a nanny. I thought you were the father of the child," he said

Slightly ironic words, inadvertently a little more exploratory taste.

He realized that he was curious about his father.

Unexpectedly hope white can nod, admit that he is little son of a bitch's father.

"Of course not. I'm not so lucky. As for Xiaoyu's father..."

White looked at the deep thought, paused for a while, then he turned his head to look at the little fish, raised a doting smile from the corner of his mouth, "I witnessed this little guy growing up in his mommy's stomach every day, witnessed his birth, witnessed his growth, but did not see his father."

As he said, he raised a hand and gently rubbed it on the head of the little fish.

I have witnessed growing up in my stomach, his birth and his growth, but I have never seen his father

That is to say, when little Wang BA was still in his stomach, his father was not there.

Thinking deeply about the white words in my heart, the white voice suddenly rings again, "maybe his mother doesn't know who his father is."

Mindfulness raised his eyelids, looked at the white and squinted slightly.

Maybe his mother doesn't know who his father is What does that mean?