Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 415 I Have a Playboy CEO Dad 1

When Rong Yu carried her back to the bar's private room without saying a word, Zhao Zhao was so carefree that she even wanted to sleep, while Rong Yu was furious with the baby in his arms.

Unfortunately, this was a delicate and frail child. He held back his anger, put Zhao Zhao on the sofa in the private room, and quickly walked out.

He couldn't take it anymore and needed to go outside for a smoke to calm down.

Not long after Rong Yu left, the others who had been searching for people returned to the private room one after another. He Xingyun pushed open the door of the private room with a look of urgency. When he saw Zhao Zhao leisurely drinking milk, his face turned red with excitement.

"I'm sorry, Zhao Zhao, it's my fault for losing you."

He squatted in front of the sofa, looking at the cub at eye level, his handsome face filled with guilt.

The carefree Zhao Zhao was momentarily at a loss. Accustomed to the chaotic interactions with Rong Yu, she didn't know how to react to He Xingyun's serious demeanor.

"It was my fault for running around... It was my fault."

He Xingyun smiled and ruffled Zhao Zhao's hair: "Then can you tell me why you ran around like that?"

He always felt that Zhao Zhao was doing it on purpose.

"...I'm sorry...Rong Yu is too strict, so I want to go out and have some fun by myself."

"It's alright." He Xingyun smiled again. "If you want to go anywhere else in the future, Uncle can take you. After all, it's too dangerous for a child to run around alone."

"You know what? We were all terrified just now, especially Rong Yu, he..." After finding out the baby was gone, he almost strangled me.

He Xingyun swallowed the rest of his sentence and said, "Never mind, it's good that you're back safe and sound."

Outside the door, Rong Yu, who had been unfairly blamed, silently observed the interaction between the two. To be honest, he had never seen Zhao Zhao so well-behaved in the past two years.

In his memory, Zhao Zhao was mischievous and stubborn as a bull at such a young age. He never knew that he could apologize to others.

Seeing the two inside chatting more and more happily, even more intimately than he, their biological father, he finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ahem, what are you talking about? You're laughing so happily."

"Rong Yu, you've been smoking?" He Xingyun frowned, leaned closer and sniffed him.

"I didn't smoke, stay away from me." Rong Yu casually pushed him away, her gaze meeting Zhao Zhao's directly.

The moment his eyes met Zhao Zhao's, the corners of Zhao Zhao's mouth drooped instantly. Rong Yu clearly saw this change and silently gritted his teeth.

You brat, all you ever do is bully your own father!

Helplessly, even though the jealousy in his heart was about to burst out of the sky, he still smiled on the surface. After all, he couldn't scare young Zhao Zhao again. That kid held grudges very much. If he was fierce once, he probably wouldn't speak to him for months.

"Sweetie, come here, let Daddy hug you." Rong Yu smiled insincerely and reached out to Zhao Zhao. The two stared at each other, and when Rong Yu's arm was about to get sore from holding it up for so long, Zhao Zhao finally raised his precious little arm.

He tilted his head back, looking like he was reluctantly giving you a hug, which really made Rong Yu laugh in exasperation.

He pinched Zhao Zhao's soft little face, only to be slapped by Zhao Zhao in an instant: "You stinky Rong Yu, don't pinch me!"

He glared angrily at his father, a stark contrast to the obedient figure he had just seen outside the door. Rong Yu's heart sank: "Zhao Zhao, I remember, you just called me Dad."

When Rong Yu first heard it, he was shocked and awkward, feeling a strange sense of shame that he couldn't face. But he couldn't care less now. Jealousy drives people crazy, and he had to make Zhao Zhao call out again today.

"Zhaozhao, call out again?"

As he spoke, he glanced at He Xingyun, who stood to the side with a blank expression.

Zhao Zhao's words were completely subconscious, without any conscious thought. He hadn't forgiven Rong Yu yet, so naturally he wouldn't want to call him.

She turned her head away haughtily, still shouting, "You stinky Rong Yu, are you out of your mind today?"

Rong Yu felt it was necessary to give her son a good talking-to, since her son, whose teeth hadn't even fully grown in yet, kept saying things to her.

"gone."

Without saying goodbye to his other friends, he picked up Zhao Zhao and headed straight home.

"Ugh, you stinky Rong Yu, where are you taking me?"

Zhao Zhao struggled in Rong Yu's arms, harder to hold down than a pig during the Lunar New Year.

Rong Yu gritted his teeth: "Go home."

He needs to have a serious discussion with his doting grandfather about Zhaozhao's education.