38. Inspiration

The next morning, Ou Xingtian was waiting outside his son's door early in his sportswear.

The incident in the bathroom yesterday, and then when my son heard his phone call, stimulated his nerves again and again, making him toss and turn and sleepless. So early in the morning, he specially came to watch over his son, preparing to take him to the morning exercise. By the way, he showed his sunny side to his son, and told him with practical actions that his life was not as rotten as he imagined, but still very healthy.

"Baby! It's time to get up!" Knocking on the door, Ou Xingtian's voice was gentle, and his face was full of doting.

"Big brother, Xiaoyi is going to do an experiment recently, so he doesn't practice in the morning anymore." Ou Xingzheng passed by the door of his little nephew's room, and when he saw his brother's actions, he kindly reminded him.

"Got it! Go, I just suddenly forgot." Seeing that his younger brother was also dressed in sports clothes, Ou Daddy was afraid that he would go into the relationship between father and son and sabotage his and his son's plan to cultivate a sense of sympathy. The gesture of turning around and walking away.

"Xiaoyi won't go, will you go with me?" Ou Xingzhen was still very considerate of her elder brother.

"No need! I'll go back to sleep again!" Ou Xingtian gritted his teeth with his younger brother on his back: Speaking of Ou Er, do you want to be so clingy! ?

"Oh, that's fine." The ignorant Ou Er's tone was full of regret.

Listening to his brother's mournful tone of "I'm so sorry that I can't run with my brother in the morning", Ou Xingtian turned around and went back to the room and stopped. Bar? right? ! It's totally inconsistent with our Ou family's sinister style!

After standing by the door of his room for a while, it is estimated that Ou Xingzhen had already set off at this moment, and Ou Xingtian immediately turned around and went downstairs. It's not easy to get close to my son~

"Baby, wait for Dad!" As soon as he went downstairs, he saw his son wearing work clothes and preparing to walk to the laboratory. Ou Xingtian felt lucky.

Ou Lingyi continued to walk downstairs without stopping.

"Baby, didn't you hear Dad calling you?" After a few steps to intercept his son, Ou Xingtian rubbed the little guy's fine hair.

"Did your baby call me?" Ou Lingyi's eyes widened, the muscles on his face kept twitching, with a ghostly expression.

"Haha, it wasn't you, who was it?" Seeing that the little guy rarely revealed a new watch, Ou Xingtian was pleasantly surprised, and reached out to poke the tender ròu on his cheek.

Ou Lingyi frowned, avoiding his father's fingers that repeatedly stretched out to make trouble, and pointed at the stairs seriously: "Turn upstairs and turn left to the third room, where your baby is sleeping, I'm not."

Looking at his younger son's serious expression and listening to his serious tone, Ou Xingtian's chest hurts: "Yi'er is also Dad's baby."

This time, Ou Lingyi didn't bother to respond. He nodded slightly and turned to leave. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly upwards, with a strong sense of irony: people from the Ou family are used to being good at talking nonsense with their eyes open.