Chapter 123 Resisting Meng Ruxin

The teacher took Fu Lin and Meng Ruxin into an empty classroom. A small figure sat in front of the table in the corner, playing with the toys in his hand alone, as if he was sealing himself in his own world.

This scene deeply hurt Fu Lin's heart, and a deep guilt rolled out from the bottom of his eyes.

But he did not notice that Meng Ruxin's eyes flashed with disgust as soon as she saw Meng Anhao.

Teacher: "Haohao, your parents are here to pick you up. Come home with your parents."

The little boy seemed to have not heard it, and focused on playing with the toys in his hand.

The teacher walked to Meng Anhao, squatted down and gently held his little hand.

"Haohao, your parents are here to pick you up. Come home with them."

With his little hand held, Meng Anhao was forced to raise his head, his big round eyes swept over the two people standing aside and looking at him with a smile, and the crisp sound rang out in the empty classroom with a little tender voice.

"I don't have mom and dad."

Meng Ruxin and Fu Lin's faces were both stiff. Looking closely, there was a little panic on Meng Ruxin's face.

She hurriedly squatted down and held his little hand, "An Hao, are you blaming your mother for not coming to see you? Sorry, my mother was deceived and thought she could only see you during holidays. Can you forgive me?"

Meng Anhao was unmoved, his eyes swept over her face, and he coldly pulled back his little hand, lowered his head and continued to dismantle the toy in his hand.

He was obviously just a four-year-old child, but Meng Ruxin saw alienation in his eyes just now.

Uneasiness grew wildly like a vine, wrapping her heart tightly. She had a feeling that Meng Anhao seemed to know that she didn't like him.

But he is only four years old, what does he know?

So how can I know that she doesn't like him?

Fu Lin frowned slightly, feeling more pity for this child.

He only heard from the teacher that the child was withdrawn, but he didn't expect that he would be so cold at a young age.

Before this, what happened to develop such a personality?

The puzzled eyes glanced past Meng Ruxin, but reason told him that he could not just doubt her.

But he didn't even know that the seeds of doubt were planted in his heart.

Fu Lin squatted down, smiled slightly, and looked at Xiao Douding in front of him gently.

"An Hao, I am my dad. Sorry, I'm late. It's my dad's fault. Will my dad take you home? From now on, your mom and I will pick you up every day."

Meng Anhao put down the toy in his hand, raised his head and looked at Fu Lin, his big eyes seemed to be looking at him.

He didn't feel any malice in him until he spoke, "Are you dad?"

Fu Lin's expression became softer and softer, "Yes, I am your father."

The little head was tilted, and Meng Anhao looked at him in a daze, as if he was thinking, or hesitating.

After a while, he stood up and stretched out his little hand, "Then let's go! I want to go and have a cake."

Fu Lin smiled gently, stretched out his arm to pull him into his arms, and picked him up steadily.

"Okay, Dad will take you to have a cake."

At this moment, Fu Lin truly felt the feeling of being a father in his heart.

The little thing is soft and only like this small ball, and you can hold it firmly in your arms with just one hand.

But holding him, endless warmth surged in my heart.

He really became a father.

It was the first time I felt my father's arms, Meng Anhao's little face did not look happy, but instead had a little sadness.

My father's arms are very wide, his arms are strong and powerful. Although they are a little tall, they feel very safe.

I don’t know what my mother’s arms look like.

Will it be as soft and gentle as the teacher's arms?

Fu Lin hugged Meng Anhao and walked out of the classroom. Meng Ruxin was completely ignored by the father and son.

The smile on his face was a little uneasy, and the look of his eyes looking at Meng Anhao was filled with a hint of resentment.

She knew that as soon as this child appeared, he would be divided into half of Fu Lin's attention.

So since she returned to China, she has placed Meng Anhao in a boarding school.

Once Fu Lin mentioned this child, she looked around and avoided the topic.

If it weren't for the only bargaining chip she had to catch Fu Lin and marry into the Fu family, she would never have left this child.

Covering the emotions in his eyes, Meng Ruxin took a few quick steps and caught up with Fu Lin's footsteps.

"Alin, wait for me."

Meng Ruxin and Fu Lin walked side by side to the car. When Fu Lin held Meng Anhao into the car, he realized that he had forgotten to install the child safety chair.

He lowered his head and looked at Xiao Douding in his arms and said guiltily, "An Hao, can you please let your mother hold you first? Dad forgot to install the safety seat for you."

"No, I can do it myself." Meng Anhao rejected his proposal coldly, with a little resistance in his tone.

The little body twisted in his arms a few times, climbed onto the seat and sat down, looking like a little adult.

Fu Lin noticed the resistance in his tone, and the doubts in his heart grew little by little.

It seems that this child does not accept that Xin'er is his mother.

Meng Ruxin also felt it, raised a kind smile and walked to Meng Anhao with a soft voice.

"An Hao, you are still young, it's not safe to sit behind yourself, or should you be hugged by your mother?"

Meng Anhao lowered his head and did not speak, and his resistance was very obvious.

Meng Ruxin looked at Fu Lin at a loss, and twisted her fingers aggrievedly, "Alin..."

"Forget it, you come and drive, I'll hold him."

In the end, Meng Ruxin could only drive, and Fu Lin held Meng Anhao and sat behind him.

The first time I saw my child, Fu Lin couldn't see enough, and his fingers rubbed Meng Anhao's smooth skin, and he couldn't let it go.

"An Hao, what cake do you like to eat? Dad and mom will take you to buy it."

Meng Anhao raised his head and asked a soul-sentence question, "Aren't you my dad? Why don't you even know what I like to eat?"

Every word and sentence are like arrows piercing the heart, and dense pain comes from the heart.

Yes, after so long, he didn't even know what his son liked to eat.

He is such an incompetent father.

"Then can you tell dad what you like to eat now?"

Meng Anhao looked at Meng Ruxin in front of him, and then his eyes fell back to him, blinking his big eyes, as if he was telling him that you could ask her.

Fu Lin had no choice but to ask Meng Ruxin.

"Xin'er, do you know what An Hao likes to eat?"

Meng Ruxin was suddenly asked and suddenly stepped on the brake.

Fu Lin subconsciously hugged Meng Anhao in his arms, but he hit the seat in front.

After rubbing his painful forehead, Fu Lin frowned, "Xin'er, what happened?"

"No...it's okay, the car in front suddenly stopped."

Meng Ruxin restarted the car in a hurry, and a layer of cold sweat broke out from her palms.

She had no idea what Meng Anhao liked to eat.
Chapter completed!