Wen Yan's biggest wish in his life was to retire as soon as possible, but before his retirement application was approved, he was given an outrageous task: to fake a marriage with Ling Ce, the agent who blew up the building if he disagreed with her, and to jointly raise a child with special powers who was addicted to bloody dramas.
Wen Yan originally wanted to destroy the family, but Ling Ce's brain circuit was strange - leading the child to the direction of a top agent, and Ling Ce's common sense of life was very poor. In order to save the family, Wen Yan transformed into a gentle animal tamer and tamed two monsters, big and small. The child was also observing the two fathers.
[Xiaobao's Observation Diary]
Ling Ce (chewing the shell into pieces): Peeling the shell is a waste of tactical time. I only spend ten seconds eating on the front lines.
Wen Yan (holding his hand): This is home, not a trench. The only danger is indigestion.
Wen Yan (pee it and feed it): No one will rob you in this house. The task now is to taste it and open your mouth.
Son: "I understand. This is called "The Killer Destroys His Martial Arts for Soft Rice."
Ling Ce (holding the blade stabbing Wen Yan with his bare hands, blood flowing down his fingers): Don't come over, it's done. Be careful to step on blood.
Wen Yan (pressing his wound tightly): You can obviously avoid it! That was so slow, why did you catch it with your hands?
Ling Ce (looking at Wen Yan): I can hide. But as soon as I dodge, the knife will hit you.
Wen Yan (shouting at him with red eyes): Then you will let yourself be stabbed? !
Ling Ce: If your hand is broken, just take care of it. If you are gone, where can I find the second one?
Son: "I understand. This trick is called "The Self-Sacrifice Literature of Crazy Criticism of Loyal Dogs"."
Ling Ce (holding the gun, lowering his head and not daring to look into Wen Yan's eyes): Why are you coming here... I already pointed the gun at you, why don't you blame me for taking the child away?
Wen Yan (gentlely stretched out his hand and held the trembling hot barrel): Why do you blame me? Is it my fault that you bit your lip to avoid hurting me?
Wen Yan (hugging Ling Ce into his arms): Let's go home.
It turns out that the real "home" cannot be written in an observation diary.
Intent: Even if we are pushed away by society, we still have the right to have ordinary fireworks and love.
