Chapter 593

The lights suddenly lit up, and Winson still kept his posture of crawling there. He narrowed his round eyes at Blake and looked at him indifferently.

"Dad, I want to sleep with you today."

The little fellow sounded a little depressed, but Blake didn't say anything. "Hmm," he said, picking up a corner of the quilt, and then went into the quilt like a kitten and nestled on his chest.

Blake looked down at the back of the little fellow's head, rubbed it, and reached out to turn off the light.

After a while, Winson moved. "Dad, did you drink?"

The man said in a low and cold voice, "Get out if you don't want to sleep."

Immediately, there was dead silence.

The next morning, when Winson woke up, Blake had already gone to work.

Winson brushed his teeth and washed his face. When he arrived at the living room, Chang Yan greeted him with a smile. "Good morning, Winson."

"Morning." He climbed onto the chair lazily and ate the breakfast that Miss Susan had prepared for him.

Seeing that he