Nezha deliberately slowed down his pace so that his old father could catch up. Erlang Shen turned his head and stretched out his little hand towards Yu Jinwen, "Dad, come and hold my hand."

Yu Jinwen then stepped forward and took Erlangshen's hand. The family of four walked forward neatly, chatting and laughing and got into the car. The scene looked very harmonious.

As soon as he got in the car, Erlangshen started eating.

Nan Song looked at him helplessly, pulled down the little T-shirt that was sticking up for him, poked his round belly, "I've eaten all the way, and I'm still eating."

"I'm hungry." Erlang Shen kept talking.

Nan Song always felt that the child from the Southern and Northern Dynasties did not match the nickname Erlangshen. He should be called Bajie. He was a complete pig after eating and sleeping.

Yu Jinwen and Xiao Nezha were chatting next to them.

The father and son are actually not strangers, but they both have taciturn characters. In Nan Song's words, they are "sultry". Although their inner emotions are very strong, they have to pretend to be cool and cold on the outside. They also talk in a serious manner, and they don't know.

I thought they were business partners. Of course, it was mainly because of the content of their conversations.

Whose father and son talk about the international situation, stock trends and business markets when they meet? Seeing that they are chatting happily, Nan Song has nothing to say, it becomes a habit.

After chatting for a while, Erlangshen started to act pretentious.

When he was full, he stretched out his sticky little hands towards Nan Song and said, "Mom, wipe it."

Little Nezha looked towards him, "What do you want to do to ask for help?"

Erlang Shen immediately added, "Thank you."

Little Nezha said again: "Please tell me the whole story again."

Erlang Shen then obediently said to Nan Song again, "Mom, please wipe my hands for me, thank you." His milky baby voice made the whole car stand out.

Yu Jinwen, Nan Song and Xiao Nezha all started laughing.

Nan Song wiped Erlangshen's hands, and Erlangshen got off the child's seat, crawled into little Nezha's arms, and asked him, "Brother, do you miss me? I miss you so much. I'm dreaming."

I will always dream about you, so I quickly asked my parents to bring me here."

Little Nezha touched his curly hair.

"Don't you make video calls every day?"

"How can it be the same!"

Erlangshen's eyes widened and he accused him seriously, "The brother on the video call is not the real brother. You are the real you now. You are fleshy and comfortable to hold, hehehe."

While giggling, he rubbed himself into little Nezha's arms, sticking close to her.

It's totally a little sticky bean bun.

Little Nezha feels that he is quite clingy to his uncle, but Erlangshen is even more clingy, and he clings to everyone. He likes to stick to and kiss people since he was very young, and there is no sense of distance at all.

The more so, the more endearing it is.

"Okay, okay, I miss you very much, especially you."

Little Nezha was so tortured by him that he had no choice but to express his feelings to him.

"Really?"

Erlangshen raised his head happily and suddenly felt his nose was a little itchy.

Nezha was about to speak when suddenly, a loud sneeze hit his face.

Sprayed him in the face.
Chapter completed!