Lin Qingge didn't answer why, but stubbornly asked, "Chengcheng, in your heart, can't your aunt compare to your mother?" ”

“……”

"She has left you for so many years and has not taken any responsibility, don't you blame her?"

Where does a five-year-old child know how to love and hate, but Cheng Cheng saw that Lin Qingge was angry, so he had to follow her and say, "Auntie, Cheng Cheng likes you, don't be angry." ”

Lin Qingge still refused to give up, stared at his eyes, and asked again, "What about your mother?" Do you like her or not? ”

Cheng Cheng didn't know how to answer.

"You don't like her, do you?" Lin Qingge was a little anxious, and his palm couldn't help but press his little shoulder, a little overexerted because of emotion, "Say, don't you like her?" ”

Cheng Cheng raised his head, as if he was a little aggrieved.

Seeing her uncontrollable appearance, he was a little scared, and finally couldn't help crying.

Seeing that he cried and refused to answer, Lin Qingge couldn't help but be even more impatient, "Chengcheng, it's so difficult for you to answer a question?" What's the use of you crying? ”

Cheng Cheng threw himself into her arms, comforting with teary eyes, "Auntie, I like you, don't be angry." ”

Seeing this, Lin Qingge calmed down a little and calmed down, "Do you know what's wrong?" ”

The little guy nodded, and two little arms wrapped around her neck, "Cheng Cheng is wrong, Auntie is not angry." ”

Lin Qingge finally came to his senses, took him in his arms and patted him lightly on the shoulder, "Auntie can not be angry, but Cheng Cheng wants to do Auntie a favor." ”

Cheng Cheng agreed without thinking about it, "Okay." ”

In fact, he was a little afraid of Lin Qingge in his heart.

Lin Qingge leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear.

After about half an hour, Huo Jingting knocked at the door.

Lin Qingge hurriedly opened the door, she had already taken off her coat and was only wearing a close-fitting white shirt.

Seeing the figure of Huo Jingting standing outside the door, he tightened his collar, "Jingting." ”

Huo Jingting walked in, his eyes did not stop at her, but looked directly at the bed, "Did Cheng Cheng sleep?" ”

"Not yet, I just said I miss you, I was afraid of disturbing you, so I didn't tell you." Lin Qingge smiled softly, "I was sleepy just now, and I insisted on waiting for you, and I said I wouldn't listen to him." ”

Huo Jingting walked to the bedside, Cheng Cheng was obviously confused, and when he heard his voice, he lifted his eyes again and shouted softly, "Dad." ”

It's not late, but it's not too early for a person, he was a little sleepy before, but he promised Lin Qingge to wait for Huo Jingting, so he kept holding on.

Because the thing that was promised to her has not been done.

Cheng Cheng got up from the bed and asked thoughtfully, "Dad, are you tired?" ”

"Daddy isn't tired." Huo Jingting touched his head, "Why don't you sleep yet?" ”

"I miss Daddy." Cheng Cheng made a noise, and then took the half cup of milk on the table that he kept, "Dad, my aunt said that you are very tired from work and need to replenish your nutrition." ”

His sleepy eyes were hazy, holding up half a glass of milk in his hand, and with that well-behaved appearance, it was estimated that no matter who it was, he would not be able to bear to refuse.

Huo Jingting didn't like to drink milk very much, but he didn't refuse, he still took the cup and asked casually, "Has Cheng Cheng ever drunk milk?" ”

"I've drunk it." The little guy nodded vigorously, his eyes slightly bent, like a crescent moon, "I left half a cup for Dad." ”()

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