Chapter 2455 No Progress Yet

"When she grows up, she knows that I work hard, so she has to make money for her mother. She is only four years old now. Other four-year-olds are still doing something, rolling around, and asking their parents for all kinds of snacks."

"But my Huanhuan can already make money and cook for her mother."

"In fact, I don't want her to be very capable at all. I just want her to be a child. But because of my useless mother, she was forced to grow up."

As for Yan Huan's over-precocity, Ye Rong knew that it was not because of anything else, but because of her mother.

At this time, a hand was placed on her shoulder, and the temperature on it almost burned her.

She wanted to avoid it, she wanted to ignore it, but it was like air, like wind and shadow, and also like a shadow.

She is smarter than ordinary children, and she knows what she wants.

Zhou Li has never seen a child like Yan Huan. How can this little head grow like this? Anyway, it is much smarter than Ye Rong. I just don't know if this child looks like his father. As for the word father, Zhou Li always feels sour in his heart.

But that was all in the past. This is his daughter in the future. He has made up his mind to pursue Ye Rong, so little Yan Huan is naturally his daughter.

Of course, he didn't know that with Yan Huan's help, his journey to pursue his wife would finally be no longer so long.

"Come, let's eat."

Zhou Li took the spoon, blew it on his lips, and then pinched Yan Huan's little face, "Your little face has been thinner recently. Go home and make up for it. Daddy will buy you delicious food, okay?"

Yan Huan drank it obediently. Why did he feel that his new father Zhou was a little obsessed, and his fatherly love was overflowing. This is because he has never been a father, right?

It seems to be true. Zhou Li has never been a father in his life.

Well, she feels sorry for him, so let him be a father in the future.

Yan Huan feels that in this life, in addition to his infinite strength, his body is much better than others. Even the doctor sighs at her terrible recovery ability, saying that this child is as strong as a calf.

When Yan Huan heard such a description, she was actually a little tearful.

What do you mean by strong like a calf? She is obviously a cute and soft little girl.

However, it is indeed true. If someone else had a fever like her, it would be impossible for them not to stay in the hospital for seven or eight days. But on the second day, Yan Huan's indicators were normal. In the end, she stayed in the hospital for one more day, and the results of the examination were still very healthy.

So they can be discharged from the hospital.

Zhou Li picked up Yan Huan. He was very tall and very strong. Yan Huan had grown up to nearly 30 kilograms. Ye Rong could no longer hold her and could only carry her on his back.

But Zhou Li could hold her with one hand, so the role of a father in the child's heart could not be replaced by anything.

Yan Huan didn't understand before, but now she knows.

She finally understood why Xun Xun always liked to be held by her father, because her father was like a mountain. No matter how big the storm was outside, as long as her father was there, the little child would grow up safely.

That's why Yan Huan said that the first person who gave her father's love in this world was none other than Zhou Li.

"Okay, we're home," Zhou Li put Yan Huan down, then squatted down and pinched Yan Huan's little face.

"Daddy will let you ride on me, okay?"

Yan Huan opened her big eyes with a clear black and white.

How old is she?

"You are really a cold little princess," Zhou Li was a little bit amused, this child is too precocious.

However, Yan Huan's divine help was that she got sick, which made Zhou Li's identity no longer so embarrassing, and he was also promoted to the candidate for father.

He called him father all the time, and he was quite happy, but he didn't know the complexity in Ye Rong's heart.

"Huan Huan, do you want a father?"

Ye Rong tried to ask Yan's daughter. Her daughter could communicate with her completely, and she didn't need to be treated as a child. She was fully capable of taking care of herself, and of course she was also capable of thinking.

"Yes," Yan Huan nodded her little head vigorously.

"Mom," she stretched out her little finger and gently pulled Ye Rong's clothes, "Uncle Zhou is Huanhuan's father. Huanhuan doesn't want to change her father. Huanhuan wants Uncle Zhou to be her father."

Ye Rong's fingers paused slightly, and then she sighed slightly in her heart.

And she never answered her daughter's question.

But Zhou Li, who was standing outside, rubbed his hands, and didn't feel any frustration at all. After all, the time was so short, and he was very satisfied that he could have such a high status in Yan Huan's heart.

He believed that in time, he would slowly develop a little status in Ye Rong's heart, not necessarily as high as Yan Huan, as long as she had him in her heart.

As long as she could keep him in her heart.

"Why, you don't shoot anymore?"

Ye Rong squatted down and looked at her daughter in the same line of sight. You didn't like shooting the most before, why don't you shoot now?

Yan Huan wanted to take photos, but her mother hadn't married yet, so how could she take photos?

No more photos, I want to play.

Yan Huan pouted her little mouth, being a child who didn't know how to do it.

"Okay, we won't take photos," Ye Rong touched her daughter's head. As long as her daughter said she didn't want to take photos, she wouldn't take photos. In fact, she really hoped that Yan Huan would be more willful. Otherwise, she would be too obedient and assertive, and her mother would be too powerless and useless.

"Xiao Huan Huan," Zhou Li walked in from outside, smiling, his mouth was about to split his face, and he was smiling so fiercely that his teeth were not visible.

"Dad..."

Yan Huan ran over and put her little hands behind her back.

"Good daughter," Zhou Li was simply full of fatherly love. He kissed Yan Huan's face hard, and then took out a doll from his back.

"Thank you, Dad," Yan Huan held the doll, and her heart was actually quite complicated. In fact, she really didn't like dolls at all, but when she held the doll in her arms, she found that she still liked it and still cherished it.

She wished she had a baby every day.

Zhou Li picked up Yan Huan with one hand. His fatherly love was overflowing. Now he wanted to give his heart to his daughter. Who wouldn't love such a smart and cute child?

Yan Huan pulled the baby's hair. It had been so long, but there was still no progress.