Ring of bad luck

Yuxuan took Zixin's hand away and whispered, "How did she get inside? Did you lock the door or not?"

"Hhmm..." trailing off, Zixin looked at the door and learned that it hadn't closed. "Sorry," he giggled quietly, embarrassed as hell.

"Quick! Get changed!" Yuxuan hurried him.

Zixin got off the bed and put on his clothes, which had been resting on the floor messily, and he rushed to Ehuang.

"By the way, how did she get on this bed? Isn't her height lower than the bed's leg?" Yuxuan was perplexed, scanning her height from head to toe.

Compared to the leg height, Ehuang needs a half-foot extra size.

"She is good at climbing," Zixin certified, lifting her cautiously off of the bed. Then, Yuxuan sat up, dragging his hand, and got off the bed, heading straight to the restroom.

Meanwhile...

A doggy-like groan came from Ehuang, who was sleeping in Zixin's arms and burried her face onto his chest.

"Awakened?" Zixin offered a sweet smile, and as she tried to get off his arms, his grasp went to her armpit to lift her, standing her on his lap.

"Today is your first day at kindergarten, Ehuang. Look at Papa," Zixin jolted her, since she was barely cognizant. Yet sleepy mode still stayed in her face. As much as he jolted her, she felt her feet bouncing on his lap. Everything caused her to blink twice and acknowledge that the person in front of her was her father.

"Papa!" she voiced like shatter and hugged Zixin tightly.

"Let's brush your teeth first and then take a bath together." Zixin stood up, carrying her, and headed to the same restroom where Yuxuan was bathing.

"With mama?" Ehuang whispered just when Zixin was about to open the restroom door.

"Ye-"

The door opened itself. Yuxuan came out, rubbing his hair with a soft towel.

"Bathed already?" Asked Zixin. Both Zixin and Ehuang appeared to be thwarted in a second.

"Yes," Yuxuan replied carefreely, and he walked off of them as if nothing mattered to him.

"Huff..."

A deep huff escaped through both father and daughter's lips as their dissatisfied eyes could only get an alluring sight of Yuxuan's glowing backside. They were drooling at Yuxuan's back until he went inside the dressing room.

"Stupid!" Zixin was cursed with dismay.

"Yes!" Ehuang joined too.

Thereafter, they went inside the restroom.

When it was almost time to finish cooking, on the sofa, as Ehuang watched pop songs of handsome men, Zixin dressed up Ehuang.

Yuxuan came to them with a milk-filled feeding bottle and popped it into her mouth unannouncedly; furthermore, he went back to the kitchen without even letting her know she must hold it if it couldn't be dropped itself.

However, Ehuang was quick-witted to grasp the feeding bottle body before the silicone nipple slipped her lips. Yet she fixedly watched those charming men dancing on TV.

After making her wear shoes, Zixin sat up on the sofa and dragged Ehuang to make her sit on his lap. Thereafter, he got a hold of that feeding bottle for her as her mouth was busy sucking and swallowing milk and her eyes were busy seeing those handsome men's performances.

After breakfast,

"Get ready; I'll be back in ten minutes." Zixin whispered to Yuxuan, who was standing out of the car to send them off.

"Mmmm..." Yuxuan nodded.

Then the car left the yard.

Ten minutes passed, and the car engine rumbling hit Yuxuan's ear, who was waiting on the sofa for Zixin. He hurried to the door with a delightful smile.

The very next moment after opening the door, both went straight to their lips, sucking it widely along with sticking their tongues inside viciously. Smooth?

No!

There was no way to both go smoothly since their desire was always at its peak even when they were apart.

Chomping and sucking Yuxuan's mouth intensively, Zixin drove his spread hand under Yuxuan's butt. Pressing it upwardly, he lifted him on his waist as Yuxuan's hand roamed, rubbing behind Zixin's shoulder, back, and front shoulder invariably.

*Ring, Ring*

The phone ringing sound came from Zixin's pants left pocket.

Continue on kissing. Zixin tugged out his phone and rolled his eyes to the lower left corner to see the name. It was from his manager.

Zixin pulled back his lips from Yuxuan's clutch. Annoyed, Yuxuan bit his teeth and threw a frown at him.

"Ah! One sec, Yuxuan." Zixin excused himself and carried his head away from Yuxuan's face.

Letting out an iret as a sigh, Yuxuan jumped down the floor, unbottoning Zixin's shirt from top.

"Yes," Zixin said, attending the call.

Listening to the phone, Zixin's eyes rolled as he looked at the wall as if he were considering something seriously. Instantly, he gripped Yuxuan's hand, which stopped him from unbottoning fourth button.

"What?" asked Yuxuan.

"Okay, I'll be there." Zixin firmly replied and apprised, "Yuxuan, I have to go to the office now."

Yuxuan knitted his brows quickly. "Didn't you say you couldn't make it for the time being?"

"No, the idol we assigned to perform is refusing to sign the contract, and he says that he has busy schedules. We should finish that add shoot within the coming week." Zixin enunciated his side problem.

"Who was he?" Asked Yuxuan.

"It's Xiao bo."

"I have to go now; please forgive me." Zixin rushed back to his car, buttoning up his shirt as Yuxuan tried to recognise Idol's identity in front of his eyes.

Xiao bo. One of the few famous artists in the country. According to his huge fanbase, whatever he steps into will definitely bring massive success. And at the same time, he rarely accepts any proposals from industries.

By the way, he agreed to sign with them, but why does he need to cancel out of the blue? Yuxuan thought to himself and went directly to the sofa table to pick up his phone.

At Zixin's company, Zixin entered the meeting room. As soon as he announced his presence, everyone stood up and showed respect.

Zixin then seated in the head chair as everyone gets seated back.

"What's his demand? Why did they make him so busy all of a sudden? Did you receive any updates from Mr. Xiao Bo's manager?" Zixin asked, looking at one of the interns, who was just standing behind the director, Mr. Ming.

"Uhm... I tried to contact them. But everyone's phone is out of signal. I did go directly to the company too. They didn't let me in." That intern delivered, fluttered, and her eyes often met the so-called good chief-in-edit, Mr. Kang, a bald old man, who was seated in the last seat on the right side, near the door.

Zixin glimpsed him once before turning to see one of the staff, who raised his hand to inform him of something.

"Why don't we have one of JJJ's juniors perform in our add shoot?" I heard they were all internationally famous."

"No!"

Zixin disagreed instantly and shut his mouth. "Is Ki Company falling down or dead to contact the junior boy band to perform a high-budget add?" He said and was aggravated.

"Give me his number," Zixin asked that intern, sliding up his phone screen to unlock his phone.

The door opening sound made everyone's head turn towards it. It was Yuxuan in an office suit, looking straight at Zixin once he stepped inside and settled to stand straight.