With the help of Song Cheng and Song Zhinian, Lin Qing’s entry into the “Baby Dad” camera was like a flood that broke through the dam and could not be stopped.

    Overnight, the hot searches of “Lin Qing collapsed” and “Jiang’s shares crashed, Jiang Han may become an eternal sinner” washed the entertainment and financial pages respectively, which was shocking.

    After leaving the flower cake shop, Jiang Han threw Lin Qing directly to the city hotel and asked the bodyguards to guard him and not let him step out of the door.

    But he did not confiscate his mobile phone.

    Lin Qing watched the situation ferment to an uncontrollable situation.

    He curled up in the quilt and saw the title “Jiang Han may become an eternal sinner”. He was trembling with fear.

    In order to support him, Jiang Han signed a gambling agreement and bet half of Jiang’s on him.

    But he…he hurt Jiang Han badly.

    This thought was like a heavy slap in the face, slapping him with fear and trembling soul.

    Jiang Han was everything to him.

    Without Jiang Han, he was nothing.

    Nothing can happen to Jiang Han… Jiang Han absolutely can’t be in trouble! !

    Lin Qing’s eyes were red and swollen from the torment, and his cheeks were wet and pale from the tears.

    In his eyes, the non-renewal statement became natural and insignificant.

    Then, when the sky was completely bright, Lin Qing faced the situation of the world collapsing, and finally made up his mind and made a decision.

    …

    “Good morning,” Jiang Han leaned against the railing, his narrow eyes with a smile, and said lazily, “If I can eat the breakfast made by Teacher Wen, my arm will definitely get better faster.”

    Wen Tian: …

    Wen Tian pursed his lips tightly, and his bright and clear peach eyes flashed with deep doubts.

    Jiang Han smiled happily, but he didn’t seem to have any intention of explaining.

    At this moment, two cubs who had just woken up ran over holding hands.

    “Daddy?” The cubs had just woken up, and they hadn’t changed into the cartoon pajamas of the little cow. Their soft hair was messy and sticking up everywhere like a bird’s nest.

    He yawned, and his round little cat eyes immediately filled with sleepy mist.

    “Daddy,” the little cub let go of Song Zhinian, squeezed his little face between the railings, gently touched his mouth with a little hand, and then blew a cute kiss to Wen Tian, ​​”Good morning.”

    Wen Tian was stunned for a moment, and the alertness and confusion on his face immediately turned into a gentle smile like spring breeze and rain, “Good morning, baby.”

    Wen Tian naturally and smoothly caught the little cub’s “blowing kiss”, gently touched his lips with his fingertips, and sent a good morning kiss through the air.

    The little cub grinned happily with his little milk teeth.

    The three-year-old cub leaned against Jiang Han. Wen Tian’s movements were small, and everyone on the second-floor terrace felt that it was given to them.

    Song Cheng was just slightly stunned, and then his eyes looked at Jiang Han, extremely worried.

    Jiang Han was completely attracted by Wen Tian’s good morning kiss, his eyes were slightly bright, and he was fascinated by it.

    “I’ll go cook.” Wen Tian avoided Jiang Han’s gaze and slipped away with his head down.

    Just as Wen Tian ran into the building, Jiang Han’s phone vibrated slightly.

    He lowered his head to open the message notification and saw Lin Qing said: Brother Han, how about we break up.

    It also showed “the other party is typing” on the top.

    Jiang Han’s lips curled up, fully expecting Lin Qing to say such a thing.

    He put the phone back into his pocket, and without waiting for Lin Qing’s long speech, he went to enjoy breakfast with brisk steps.

    Wen Tian wanted to make breakfast for a group of people, so Song Cheng and Su Yuzhe went to help, leaving only two children, one big and one small, to accompany the injured Jiang Han.

    The two children stood side by side in front of him, looking at his plastered arm with concern.

    “Does it still hurt, Uncle Jiang?” Song Zhinian frowned, trying to express his concern.

    Jiang Han was just about to say that it didn’t hurt.

    “A kiss will make it go away,” the three-year-old said in a milky voice, “In the past, when baby fell, it wouldn’t hurt as long as daddy kissed him.”

    Jiang Han smiled and stretched his arm in plaster, “Thank your daddy for the trouble.”

    Little baby: ???

    The little baby blinked in confusion.

    “Just kidding,” Jiang Han rubbed the little baby’s head with his other hand, glanced at Wen Tian to make sure he couldn’t hear him, and said, “Give daddy Jiang a kiss.”

    The little baby hurriedly pursed his lips and kissed Jiang Han’s plaster arm hard with a “booji”.

    “Are you okay?” The little baby scratched his face and murmured softly, “Kiss more, it will get better faster.”

    As he said that, he lowered his head and kissed him several times in a row.

    Song Zhinian watched carefully, and suddenly imitated the little kids, lowered his head and kissed Jiang Han’s plaster arm a few times, and asked curiously, “Uncle Jiang, does it still hurt?”

    Jiang Han couldn’t help laughing, rubbed his head, and said softly, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

    Song Zhinian raised the corner of his mouth, happy.

    The two kids kissed Jiang Han’s arm again and again. Song Zhinian looked at the pouting little kids seriously, and his heart was bubbling with cute bubbles.

    Wen Tian brought out breakfast and saw the two kids sticking to Jiang Han intimately, kissing Jiang Han’s arm happily.

    Jiang Han was more relaxed than ever before, looking at the two kids with soft eyes, with a happy smile.

    He looked up at him, his eyes were smiling, and his voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, “Teacher Wen.”

    Wen Tian was slightly stunned.

    Jiang Han in the original text was always unattainable, cold and heartless, strategizing, born with a terrible sense of dominance and oppression, both charming and dangerous.

    But the book never wrote that he would squeeze into the narrow kitchen of the rental house, cut a plate of messy potatoes, eat three bowls of rice in one breath, and say carefully, you know me first.

    Wen Tian felt uncomfortable in his heart.

    He himself had such a big prejudice against Jiang Han that when Jiang Han risked his injury to protect him, he felt it was unnecessary.

    With a strong sense of guilt in his heart, Wen Tian put down the bowl and chopsticks a lot more slowly.

    “Here, don’t eat anything too greasy,” Wen Tian pushed a bowl of white porridge in front of Jiang Han, and said, “The porridge is too bland. I fried a few dishes with water, so they’re not greasy.”

    Jiang Han raised his eyebrows, “Cooking with water? Very novel, I have to try it.”

    In fact, most senior people who are trying to lose weight know this method, using water as oil, and do what you need to do, and finally drizzle a little olive oil to collect the juice.

    It’s not as delicious as stir-fried dishes, but it’s better than eating salad.

    Jiang Han, who never showed his emotions, picked up some dishes and tasted them, and raised his eyes slightly, “It’s really good.”

    His good mood was already on display.

    Su Yuzhe was confused, but he still nodded a thumbs up, “You are worthy of being President Jiang, your psychological quality is good, you can still eat even if you lose the bet agreement, if it were me…”

    Little Mango kicked his calf expressionlessly.

    Su Yuzhe shut up.

    The two words “bet agreement” instantly made everyone’s heart tighten again.

    Song Cheng frowned and said, “Ah Han, if you need money, you must tell me.”

    Su Yuzhe also nodded continuously, “Me too, me too, not for anything else, mainly because Xingchen Entertainment’s public announcement of not renewing the contract is so satisfying! I wonder which company will still support him like President Jiang in the future!”

    Jiang Han chuckled, picked up the phone and typed a few words.

    Su Yuzhe continued to chatter, “But Lin Qing is President Jiang’s boyfriend after all…”

    “Not anymore.” Jiang Han sent the message, put away the phone, looked at Wen Tian meaningfully, and said, “In the future, Lin Qing and I have nothing to do with each other.”

    Su Yuzhe, “…Ah?”

    Wen Tian, ​​who was watching over the little guy, was stunned.

    Being stared at by Jiang Han’s eyes, that strong sense of weirdness instantly burned from the depths of his mind again like a flame.

    And what is stronger than the flame is the awe of Jiang Han!

    Wen Tian is a person who travels through the book. He has a unique advantage, so he can get rid of the calculations and conspiracies of the protagonist step by step.

    But Jiang Han…he is the protagonist!

    In order to sign a gambling agreement to promote the protagonist to the top, he did not hesitate to turn against his friends, and even broke up with his family for the protagonist in the later period!

    But now, Jiang Han has quietly gotten rid of the protagonist by himself.

    Wen Tian’s lips opened slightly, and there was complete awe and admiration in his eyes.

    But at the same time, that weird feeling of confusion became stronger and clearer than ever before.

    ——Why did the protagonist want to get rid of the protagonist so deliberately?

    Why!

    A subtle tension flashed across Jiang Han’s smiling eyes. Wen Tian is very smart, and he has obviously realized that something is wrong with the whole thing. It’s almost there, maybe he will wake up like Song Cheng.

    Song Cheng frowned, and stared at Wen Tian.

    But no.

    Wen Tian’s pupils opened slightly, and the clear eyes seemed to lose their vitality in an instant, covered with a layer of gray.

    After a moment, Wen Tian raised his hand to cover his chest.

    There was a dull pain in the chest, as if an invisible hand was pressing it into ice-cold water in the dead of winter, and it was hard to breathe.

    Wen Tian blinked slowly.

    After a few long and short seconds, Wen Tian lowered his eyes to look at the worried Zaizai.

    “Baby,” Wen Tian said with a smile, “Do you want some egg custard?”

    Jiang Han and Song Cheng looked at each other, their eyes solemn and cold.

    The three-year-old Zaizai shook his head happily, “Okay, baby likes egg custard.”

    “If you eat eggs, you can grow up quickly and protect daddy (*^▽^*).”

    Wen Tian was touched by the cuteness, and the stinging feeling disappeared in an instant.

    After breakfast, Gong Xi, on behalf of the program team, tremblingly rang the doorbell outside.

    Wen Tian let him in. Gong Xi smiled flatteringly, “Teacher Wen, Teacher Song.”

    Gong Xi hummed like a mosquito, “Can you two continue recording? There is still one day left today. If we don’t record, our losses will be too great.”

    Su Yuzhe was shocked, “It was you who failed to prevent Lin Qing and caused the broadcast accident, okay? Teacher Wen and President Jiang didn’t hold you responsible, but why are you so shameless to ask others to continue recording the program?”

    Gong Xi scratched his head and wanted to sew Su Yuzhe’s mouth shut.

    “Lin Qing has left,” Gong Xi said tremblingly, “He went back to Jingbei to deal with the contract. He will definitely not…not bother you again.”

    Gong Xi looked at Wen Tian for help, “Teacher Wen, just treat it as saving your life, okay? We will all remember your kindness.”

    Wen Tian actually felt that it didn’t matter if he continued recording. After all, Jiang Han was the one who was most affected, not him.

    Because he had no money, he had never taken his cub out for a trip. The three-year-old cub was very curious about this place and was looking at him timidly with reluctant eyes.