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Duan Yuhui returned home.

The car drove into the courtyard, and when I raised my eyes, I saw my son playing baseball with Zhuang Jia on the lawn.

Mu Zi's words immediately echoed in his mind: "Young Master Duan is very smart...... Only this baseball has been learning for the longest time, but it has not made much progress, and it is difficult to hit the ball......"

Regarding baseball, Duan Siqi's posture is very standard, and he understands the rules thoroughly, but his hitting level is very poor.

Duan Yuhui didn't pay attention to it before, after all, his son is young and can't do everything well, now that he thinks about it, could this be a cover for his son? Pretending that he didn't play well and coaxing the people around him to play with him?

If you are any child who learns one thing for three years and doesn't make any progress, will you lose patience, right? Adults may not be able to persevere, let alone a child?

But Duan Siqi has always been passionate about baseball.

This actually makes a bit of a sense......

Duan Siqi heard the sound of the car, turned his head to look over, and when he saw Duan Yuhui's car, he immediately ran over happily.

"Daddy! Father! ……”

The son's smiling face is incomparably bright, and his bright eyes are pure and clear against the sunset.

He looks no different from an ordinary child, cute and innocent.

Duan Yuhui felt a huge sense of guilt in his heart - how could he doubt his son? Just because of Mu Zi's provocative words?

Why didn't he refute it at the time? Is Mu Zi's eloquence too good? The sentences pierced the hidden pain in his heart, which made him confused, and unconsciously followed her train of thought.

In fact, no matter how reasonable her speculation is, there is no evidence!

Without evidence, it's all nonsense!

Duan Yuhui got out of the car, and Duan Siqi happened to run to the front and happily threw himself into his arms.

"Playing with Sister Zhuang again today?" Duan Yuhui rubbed his son's head, tense his nerves all day, and immediately relaxed a lot after seeing his son's smiling face.

"Dad, can I keep my sister for dinner?" Duan Siqi asked with a small face.

Zhuang Jia behind him ran over with a bat and greeted Duan Yuhui breathlessly: "Mr. Duan is back." ”

Duan Yuhui's gaze swept lightly from Zhuang Jia's body, his expression was slightly restrained, and he said with a smile: "Well, Miss Zhuang came to accompany Qiqi, Qiqi is sometimes very naughty, and he didn't embarrass you, right?" ”

"No, no." Zhuang Jia smiled, "We played very well, Qiqi is very smart." ”

As she spoke, she bent down and smiled at Duan Siqi: "Isn't it, handsome little Qiqi?" ”

Zhuang Jia is eighteen years old, because she has been exposed to all kinds of models since she was a child, she has a vegetarian diet and fitness habits, her figure is not only tall, but also has good curves, and she looks much more mature than girls of the same age.

After playing baseball, she sweated a lot, a few strands of hair sticky to her neck, a light student shirt tightly bound her youthful body, and her skin was white and greasy, which inexplicably made people reverie.

Duan Yuhui looked away, stroked the hand on Duan Siqi's head, and slid it to his back - Duan Siqi's body was very dry and not sweating.

He remained silent, lowered his eyes and said, "Dad still has something to do, you can eat dinner with Sister Zhuang Jia." ”

Duan Siqi nodded sensibly, led Zhuang Jia to the house, and happily talked to Zhuang Jia: "Sister, what do you like to eat?" Do you love fish? Eating fish is easy to get stuck, have you ever been stuck? …… I also love to eat, my mother used to help me pick fish bones, sister, you help me pick fish bones, okay? I haven't eaten fish in a long time......"

The two figures, one big and one small, gradually walked away, and Duan Yuhui followed silently.

No matter how he looked at it, he only saw an innocent child, but there were countless questions in his heart, pulling his soul hard.

Why isn't Qiqi sweating? Did he do it on purpose? Is the invitation to dinner also intentional? Is Zhuang Jia really one of his candidates?

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