There was a sound of closing the door in my ears, and a figure sneaked out of the room. When he found no one, he quickly rushed into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, took out the ice cream, walked to the sofa and lay down with satisfaction, and tore open the package. "This is my favorite vanilla. It's good to be alone at home."
"Baby, do you think you're happy being alone at home?" A sinister voice sounded.
"Yes, that's right. I don't dare to eat so much ice cream when that old man is at home... It's for ice cream." The boy's voice gradually became smaller and he swallowed hard. "O-what a coincidence. I-I just thought, um, I'll smell it and then put it back."
"Baby, I have hot ice cream here. I suggest you try it."
"No, no, no, I suddenly don't want to eat now. I, I'll put it back right away." The boy just took a step forward when the man grabbed him by the collar. The man carried the boy in a princess hug and walked into the room. "Brother, we have something to talk about. Don't be impulsive." The boy disappeared between their lips. "Baby, turn off the light."
Motto: There must be bumps on the road to success