Song Zhinian occupied the little cub in his territory, like a dragon guarding treasure, not allowing anyone to get close.

    Two cute little girls who wanted to give the little cub a good morning kiss, and the younger brothers who were responsible for fetching water, wiping the table, massaging the back and shoulders, helping with handwork, etc., were all frightened by the gloomy Song Zhinian and dared not come forward.

    Song Zhinian was a little too domineering, but it was just right for the socially anxious cub who was afraid of being exposed.

    No one came to disturb him. The little cub stayed in the small corner circled by Song Zhinian, swinging his short legs comfortably, holding the small kettle and gulping.

    Song Zhinian took on all the work of serving the cub.

    He took out a small handkerchief and carefully wiped the cub’s table clean. The metal nameplate with “Jiang Qingyu” was even more shiny and reflective.

    Pour out the water in the kettle that the little golden retriever had poured out and replaced it with new water.

    All the snacks were unsealed and stuffed in front of the little cub. Song Zhinian took out the materials for the handicraft class and concentrated on helping the cub with his homework.

    “Little darling,” Song Zhinian advised, “You still have to finish your homework.”

    The little cub nibbled on the biscuits, and his round eyes didn’t dare to look at Song Zhinian guiltily, and nodded perfunctorily, “Yeah.”

    Song Zhinian thought about it biasedly and felt that it was not good to not like doing homework, but the cub who didn’t like doing homework was still very cute.

    He was at ease to watch over the cub and continued to do his handicraft homework seriously.

    The appearance of Song Zhinian completely angered Jiang Dabai’s girlfriends and younger brothers.

    After a while, the cubs with red eyes united, walked to Song Zhinian angrily, and asked angrily, “Why did you take our Baymax away?”

    Song Zhinian raised his head from the handicraft homework, and there was no expression on his handsome face.

    Song Zhinian said gloomily, word by word, “He is mine.”

    “My own.”

    “No way!” The little golden retriever cried, “Baymax belongs to all of us!”

    “There is no one in school who is better looking and braver than Baymax. I want Baymax as my boyfriend, not anyone else.” The little girl who was rejected for the first good morning kiss sobbed aggrievedly.

    The other two girls also cried, “We only want Baymax as our boyfriend.”

    The little golden retriever asked crying, “Baymax, do you want us or him?”

    Song Zhinian’s dark pupils trembled violently, his brows twisted, his heart pounded in panic, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

    He looked back in panic at the little cub who was holding the small kettle tightly and staring blankly.

    The little cub’s crystal clear pupils like glass beads trembled, and he looked at a group of cubs crying in despair and accusing them of being abandoned in panic.

    The timid Jiang Xiaoguai was scared.

    With so many people standing in front of him and constantly questioning him, he was not able to handle the situation at all. In fear, the little boy subconsciously thought that he would be exposed soon.

    He could not do what he promised to Jiang father.

    Fear and guilt surged into his heart, his curled eyelashes trembled in panic, his little mouth pursed, and he cried in fear.

    “I want Brother Zhizhi,” the little boy hugged Song Zhinian without hesitation, crying in fear, saying over and over again, “I only want Brother Zhizhi…”

    The little boys were stunned for a moment and cried even louder.

    “Baymax doesn’t want us anymore,” the little golden retriever cried loudly, heartbroken, “I will never be happy again TT”

    The classroom was filled with a strong atmosphere of sadness.

    Song Zhinian, who was firmly chosen, lowered his dark eyes and suddenly became soft-hearted.

    The little boy cried with red eyes and nose, his round eyes closed tightly, but crystal tears rolled down from the end of his eyes one by one, staining his white and tender face wet.

    The soft fingers tightly grasped the corner of his clothes, and he leaned in his arms as if hiding in a safe haven.

    It seemed that in the whole world, Zizi only trusted him deeply.

    The whole classroom was crying, and only Song Zhinian raised the corners of his lips, and his whole body was filled with incomparable happiness and satisfaction.

    “Okay, Brother Zhizhi will protect you,” Song Zhinian protected the little Zizi behind him, his little face turned cold, and he announced arrogantly, “Did you hear it, he only wants me.”

    “Wow–” The crying was deafening, alarming Song Cheng and Yu Sheng, as well as all the teachers.

    After understanding the ins and outs of the matter, Yu Sheng was dazed, “Two, girlfriends?”

    “And the little brother who pinched my shoulders?”

    What kind of social gangster is his little master?

    The teacher didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, “Yes, Qingqing is lively and cheerful, and has always been very popular in school.”

    The teacher carefully observed the little kid hiding in Song Zhinian’s arms and sobbing sadly, and said tangledly, “Is Qingqing sick… in a bad mood?”

    Yu Sheng sent a message to Jiang Han for help, and replied, “Hey! Yes, the young master has heatstroke, and he hasn’t fully recovered yet.”

    The teacher thought for a while, “No wonder.”

    When you are sick, you can only stay at home, so you are a little thinner and a little whiter.

    “Teacher Song and Mr. Jiang are good friends, so the relationship between the two children will naturally be closer.” Yu Sheng laughed dryly a few times, “Thank you teacher for explaining to the children that when the young master is sick, everyone should try not to disturb him.”

    The teacher smiled and agreed, “Since we are good friends, Zhizhi will sit next to Qingqing in the future.”

    Song Zhinian nodded quietly, with bright happiness in his dark eyes, “Okay.”

    “Dad,” Song Zhinian looked at Song Cheng, “Xiaoguai’s full name is Jiang Qingyu, so nice.”

    “… Jiang Qingyu?” Song Cheng lowered his eyes and looked calmly at the little cub with one eye exposed from Song Zhinian’s arms.

    “… Oh,” Song Cheng said, “very nice.”

    – Jiang Qingyu.

    Yu Sheng said that this is the young master of their Jiang family.

    And the day before, Wen Tian took the soft and cute little cub to the baby show, calling her baby in a gentle voice. It was like a pool of chaotic deep water. The fish in the water thought that life was so chaotic and dead, but since Wen Tian said the words “Zhizhi’s mother”, a very small stream of clear water suddenly emerged from the dead water.

    The world began to become extremely strange.

    Now, because of the “Jiang Qingyu” in front of him, whose identity was definitely not right, the strange feeling came again violently.

    Song Cheng frowned in confusion.

    At this time, the smell of rice was fragrant, two adults and one child squeezed in front of the coffee table, eating together.

    Wen Tian was unexpectedly good at cooking, and ordinary home-cooked dishes were also delicious.

    Jiang Han unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and relaxedly ate two large bowls of rice in one breath.

    While Wen Tian lowered his head to pick up the dishes, Jiang Han touched Jiang Dabai, whose face was almost buried in the bowl, with his knee.

    Don’t just eat, talk.

    Wen Tian will definitely chase him away after the meal. He deliberately changed his cubs, not to let Jiang Dabai show off his rice.

    Jiang Dabai twisted his body in disgust, raised his face covered with rice grains, and puffed his cheeks, “Uncle, are you nauseous?”

    Jiang Han: …………

    Jiang Han gritted his teeth, “……It’s okay.”

    Jiang Dabai moved his butt a little further away and continued to eat with his head down.

    “Dad, you must be the ancient Greek god of delicious food.” Jiang Dabai smiled until his eyes narrowed into slits, “How can you cook?”

    “I’ve never tasted such a delicious meal!”

    Wen Tian felt something was wrong and was amused by the silly and cute baby, “Doesn’t Dad cook for you every day?”

“…That’s different,” Jiang Dabai said cleverly, “Dad’s cooking skills are getting better every day.”

    The baby was getting more and more cheerful. Although he knew it was a flattery, Wen Tian was still very happy.

    Every dish was quickly eaten up. Soon, there was only the last braised chicken leg and a chopstick of mushroom rapeseed left on the table.

    Jiang Han and Jiang Dabai’s baby chopsticks reached out to the braised chicken leg at the same time.

    Jiang Dabai curled his lips, “…? Uncle? Are you trying to snatch the chicken leg from a kid like me?”

    The little expression that deserved a beating made Jiang Han want to beat the baby.

    Jiang Han smiled slightly, gritted his teeth and warned, “Your ‘dad’ has worked hard for a long time, it should be given to your ‘dad’ to eat.”

    Jiang Dabai frowned, and the baby chopsticks pushed Jiang Han away with disdain, “Put it here.”

    “Daddy~” In a blink of an eye, Jiang Dabai blinked his beautiful round eyes sweetly, and very sensibly picked up the last chicken leg and gave it to Wen Tian, ​​”Daddy has worked hard, Daddy eats the big chicken leg~”

    Wen Tian smiled with moved eyes, and did not refuse the innocent kindness of the baby, “Thank you, baby.”

    Wen Tian took the chicken leg and took a bite, and said with a smile, “Huh? It’s really strange, I don’t know why the chicken leg that baby gave me is so delicious.”

    (*^▽^*) Jiang Dabai smiled like a blooming little flower, completely forgetting that he had a mission.

    Jiang Han held his forehead with a helpless look.

    During the meal, Jiang Han’s cell phone rang.

    Seeing the incoming number, Jiang Han’s expression became serious and he quickly answered the phone.

    He didn’t carry Wen Tian on his back, and the voice in the receiver came out clearly, “Mr. Jiang, we have contacted the psychologist you have been looking for for Zhizhi, but he said that he hopes that Teacher Song and the child will go to him,”

    Jiang Han frowned, “Where is he?”

    The voice in the receiver said, “In Spitz.”

    Spitz?

    Wen Tian stopped biting her chopsticks and listened carefully to Jiang Han’s call.

    The other party continued, “He said that the situation of Teacher Song and Zhizhi is very complicated, and it is best to let go of everything and accept long-term treatment.”

    Jiang Han pondered for a moment, “Okay, I will contact Brother Cheng first.”

    Jiang Han hung up the phone and looked up to see Wen Tian frowning and looking at him in a daze.

    In the original text, the author Yuanshan Qingqing portrayed the second male lead Song Cheng to the utmost. He was gentlemanly, affectionate, and meticulously guarded the protagonist, Lin Qing, and for Lin Qing, he did not hesitate to turn against his best friend Jiang Han.

    In this emotional drama, Song Zhinian, who suffers from autism, became Song Cheng’s biggest burden and weakness.

    In the end, Song Cheng lost in this heart-wrenching emotional tug-of-war, and took Song Zhinian, a burden, away to Spitz, never to return.

    In order to deal with Song Cheng, Jiang Han had used the six-year-old Song Zhinian, who was suffering from autism, several times.

    Bang.

    Wen Tian put down his chopsticks angrily and glared at Jiang Han.

    Jiang Han looked around blankly, “Teacher Wen, what’s wrong with me?”

    “Did you find a psychologist for Zhizhi?” Wen Tian tilted his head and asked unkindly, “In Spitz?”

    Jiang Han, “Yeah? What’s wrong?”

    Wen Tian thought in confusion, that is, Song Cheng went to Spitz to treat his illness? Or did the protagonist help him?

    Another hidden plot.

    This terrible plot, this weird author, everyone’s behavior logic is love for the protagonist, as if these people have no other purpose in life except love.

    Obviously Song Cheng loves Song Zhinian very much, and Jiang Han will do his best for his friends. Obviously, the appearance of family affection and friendship is far more important than the so-called “love”.

    Wen Tian withdrew his anger at Jiang Han for “taking advantage of a six-year-old child” and muttered, “Crazy man.”

    This time, he was scolding Yuan Shan Qing Qing.

    Feeling guilty for being too prejudiced against Jiang Han, Wen Tian softened his attitude, “It’s late, there’s a traffic jam right now, let’s take a break before leaving.”

    The change in Wen Tian’s attitude made Jiang Han feel a lot lighter, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he agreed without hesitation, “Okay, I’ll go wash the dishes.”

    Without waiting for Wen Tian to refuse, Jiang Han took away the empty plates on the table and went to the kitchen.

    The man’s dignified and slender shadow was looming in the kitchen. Wen Tian’s face was slightly tilted, his palm supporting his face, and his eyes showed deep confusion and interest.

    What kind of person is the protagonist Jiang Han?

    Wen Tian became more and more curious.