no wonder some people say that men, regardless of their age, have a childlike heart deep down.Fu Yan pursed her lips and remained silent, staring at Huo Yuan for a while. "Good medicine is bitter."Th...When Fu Yan arrived, the guards from the Huo family and orphanage staff were distributing gifts to the children.

In the crowd, Huo Mingzheng stood out like a crane among chickens. It was hard not to notice her.

He just stood out among the children. No matter how you looked at it, he felt out of place. Even though he had changed into casual clothes today instead of his usual suit, there was an aura about him that kept him distant from the children.

"Uncle~"

A tugging force brought forth a sweet, childish voice.

He Mingzheng glanced down at the small hand clutching his pant leg, as white and plump as a steamed bun. He slowly looked up and saw a little baby holding a doll.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she gave a low hum in response.

"I want to eat that~"

The little baby pointed at the small cake on the table, it was very beautiful and delicate, with strawberry flavor, blueberry flavor, and various fruit flavors.

Ho Mingzheng followed her finger and looked in the direction she was pointing. That must be the cake Cao Fang prepared.

He took a step forward, and found that the baby was still tugging on his pant leg.

"Let go."

The baby thought he wouldn't give her the cake, and her eyes were watery. Then she timidly let go, and patted the doll's hair.

Huo Mingzheng looked at her lowered head, his eyes flickered slightly. In his mind was a delicate and tender face from over ten years ago, also pulling on his sleeve in the same way, saying, "Brother, I want to eat cake."

The little milk baby stood sadly in place, drawing half-circles with her toes on the ground. Suddenly, a beautiful strawberry cake was handed to her.

The strawberries are big and red, the cream is soft and fluffy, they look delicious.

Her eyes lit up, she abruptly raised her head, and in the depths of the sunlight, Huo Mingzheng pushed the cake toward her.

"Are you not eating anymore"

"I'm so hungry!" she exclaimed with glee, her cheeks flushed rosy. "Thank you, uncle!"

Holding a cake, the little milk doll turned his head and saw Fu Yan, his eyes sparkling with joy. He almost dropped the cake and dashed away: "Sister Yan!"

Fu Yan quickly ran over, crouched down and hugged her tightly, "Xiao Xing, slow down."

Every child in the orphanage can call out each other's names.

Especially Xiao Xing, she is the youngest child here, now only two and a half years old, not quite three. For some reason, Fu Yan always feels a connection with her and really likes her.

Little Star smiled and said, "I'm so happy!"

She held up her chubby little hand, showing the cake to Fu Yan, "It's a strawberry cake, Uncle gave it to me!"

Just now, Fu Yan saw the scene. At that time, she also thought Huo Mingzheng would just leave, because in her impression, he seemed to have never interacted with children. According to his cold personality, he shouldn't like interacting with children either.

Unexpectedly, he really brought a cake for Xiaoxing.

Feeling a gaze on her, Fu Yan unnaturally turned her head and said to Xiaoxing, "Would you like to try that elder sister's sesame cake"

"I'm hungry!" Xiaoxing tiptoed and looked around.

The security guard put down the large box that Fu Yan brought. Inside, besides gifts, there was a bag of cake, with a share for each child at the orphanage.

Before Fu Yan presented the cake to Xiaoxing, she glanced at the strawberry cake in her hand. "Xiaoxing, which one do you want to eat"

Little Star pouted, "Can I have both"

"Little ones have to make choices. Xiao Xing, you can only eat one at a time, otherwise, if you eat too much, you won't be able to run," Fu Yan spoke softly and patiently. Sunlight bathed her, giving her a halo of light, beautiful to an almost unreal degree.ightened the collar she had pulled open. His gaze fell on the tears streaking her face, and his heart ached. Reason returned to him.He gently wiped her tears with his fingertips, his forehead touching...