Chapter 27 Shang You, what do you think of my dad.

After getting the answer from Shang Youqing clearly, He Zhimo blinked his wet eyelashes, sniffed, and his emotions finally calmed down a little.

He pursed his lips, probably realizing that it was a bit naughty for him to hug Shang Youqing and yell at him just now. He was afraid that Shang Youqing would be angry with him, and was about to explain something to Shang Youqing.

At this moment, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the man who was not as handsome as his father was walking towards him with Shang You.

Good, good, this man is here to declare war on him and his father!

How could He Zhimo lose the style of the young master of the He family in such an occasion? He immediately let go of Shang Youqing, raised the back of his little hand and wiped his eyes vigorously, then tidied his white shirt and bow tie neatly, making sure that his clothes were as orderly, noble and elegant as his father.

Then, when the man reached Shang Youqing… before he could even reach him, He Zhimo slowly and politely stepped in front of him. With

his chin slightly raised and his father's aloof expression in place, he sternly warned, "Uncle, stand still. Don't get too close to Shang Youqing. It could easily lead to misunderstandings between us."

Mu Weiting was forced to stop, about to take another step forward, and looked at the cub with a gentle expression, "...What misunderstanding?"

He Zhimo waved his hand modestly, his expression as magnanimous as a child who didn't bear grudges. "It's okay, uncle,"

as if the guy who had just nearly burst into tears and hugged Shang Youqing wasn't his young master, He Zhimo.

Although the atmosphere was still a little tense, since they had inexplicably come together, Shang Youqing had no choice but to step forward and, in a friendly manner, introduce each other to his senior brother and He Cong.

However, as soon as she opened her mouth to speak to He Cong, He Cong didn't even give her the chance to introduce him as her senior brother. He calmly introduced himself

. "He Cong,"

Mu Weiting extended his hand, gave him a light shake, and politely introduced himself. "Hello, Mr. He, I'm You Qing's senior brother, Mu Weiting."

Just before noon, He Cong calmly suggested, "I haven't had time to thank Miss Shang properly for what happened last time. We happened to meet today. I wonder if you could please have dinner with me? I'd also like to discuss the matter of Mingling Zoo in person."

As he finished speaking, Mu Weiting was clearly slightly puzzled by He Cong's unknown details. He glanced at Shang Youqing.

Shang Youqing was about to refuse, but after hearing He Cong's final words, he finally agreed.

And so, dozens of minutes later,

at a high-end restaurant near Tongwan Amusement Park,

Shang Youqing and his three companions sat at one table. The two cubs were placed at the children's table in the back, attentively cared for by two waiters.

He Zhimo sat at the children's table, watching Shang You, who sat across from him intently eating, his face thoughtful for a moment.

He pushed the shrimp balls the waiter had brought him onto Shang You's plate. Seeing Shang You eat an apple, he took the initiative to fork a plate of fruit over to Shang You. Shang You took a sip of juice, and He Zhimo simply handed his untouched juice over to Shang You as well...

After a long while of this tireless work, Shang You, who was still engrossed in his food, looked up to see a dazzling array of delicious food and drinks in front of him.

Shang You paused eating and looked over. "What do you mean? "

He Zhimo, assuming a negotiating stance on his children's table, tapped his small hand gently and asked childishly, "Shang You, what do you think of my dad?" 

Shang You swallowed her food and tilted her head slightly , a bit bewildered. " 

What do you mean by 'what 

... 

Shang You instantly retracted her gaze, her face cold and rebuffed, "Not so good." 

Although... she didn't know why, from the moment she first laid eyes on that cold, eccentric handsome man, she instinctively felt an inexplicable sense of closeness. 

But her mother was the most important thing. 

She had her mother, and that was all. 

The two cubs' first negotiation ultimately failed. 

He Zhimo watched helplessly as Shang Youqing and Shang You got into the man's car and drove away. Although he had already heard the clear answer from Shang Youqing, He Zhimo still felt a sense of inexplicable resentment. 

On the way back, he couldn't help but ask his father for his phone. 

"What for?" 

He Cong asked, but he still gave him the phone. 

He Zhimo took the phone, muttering to himself, and flipped to Shang Youqing's number. With a firm tap of his little finger, he sent a message. 

He Cong glanced down and saw the message: "Shang Youqing, you are not allowed to sit too close to him!" had been successfully sent. 

"...He Zhimo." 

He Cong glanced indifferently at his son, still sitting in the car, furious. "Did you forget this is your dad's phone?" 

He Zhimo, still holding the phone, awaiting Shang Youqing's reply, perfunctorily patted the back of his father's hand. "Okay, Dad, be good. Don't interrupt me from discussing business with Shang Youqing." 

He Cong: "..." 

A few minutes later, a new message popped up in the message box. 

[Shang Youqing: Is this you, Young Master? Thank you, Young Master, for the sugar figurines you gave Shang Youqing and me. We love them.] He Zhimo read the message in 
a clear, articulate voice four or five times, his lips nearly pouting. "I told you Shang Youqing really likes me!" 

He Cong stared at Shang Youqing's reply for a long time before finally looking away, his tone becoming noticeably more casual. "Are you sure Shang Youqing doesn't like the sugar-painted figurine?" He Zhimo 

raised his hand to cover his father's mouth, which was unable to speak well, but suddenly felt an itch and couldn't help scratching. 

He Cong put his phone away and gently picked up the little kid's arm to examine it. "What's wrong? A mosquito bite?" 

"Hmm... I don't know, it's a little itchy." 

After a long day of hustle and bustle, He Zhimo finally realized he was tired and clung to his father's arm, mumbling drowsily that he wanted to sleep in his arms. 

He Cong brought the little guy over, gently supporting his head with his broad palm to prevent any shaking. 

The car quickly quieted down. He Cong stared at He Zhimo's sleeping face for a long time. As if possessed by some strange force, the image of the well-behaved and pretty little kid who bumped into him today appeared in his mind. He murmured a few words with his thin lips, "Shang You, Shang Youqing's baby..."

After a moment, He Cong's cold eyes moved to the car window, trying to sober himself up.

When they returned to Yanyuan, it was already very late.

Butler Chen was ready to be punished and scolded, and had been waiting respectfully at the main house gate. The good news was that since the young master He had fallen asleep, Mr. He was probably afraid of waking up the young master, so after returning, Mr. He ignored the servants and went upstairs with the kid in his arms.

Butler Chen breathed a sigh of relief and led the servants to leave.

He Zhimo felt that he was carried back to his room by his father in a daze, and he couldn't help muttering, "Little bird doll..."

After his father found the little bird doll and gave it to him, He Zhimo hugged his little bird doll comfortably and fell asleep contentedly.

The next morning, when He Zhimo woke up and got up from the bed, he didn't know why, but he always felt that the bones on his back were hard and itchy. He scratched it with his little hand, and a small feather fell from between his fingers.