How can the president be fierce

Chapter 2871 Sweet Marriage Chapter 1433 What are you doing here?
"Mother."

"Ok?"

"You're not going to live with Daddy anymore, are you?"

Deng Meng was startled: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"Dad is very unhappy recently. I saw him always drinking and smoking alone. The teacher said it was bad for his health. I told Dad not to drink and smoke. He promised, but he drank more and more. He also smoked more and more cigarettes, and sometimes I got up at three or four in the morning to go to the bathroom, and I could still hear movement in his bedroom."

"..."

Deng Meng stared at the book in front of her, and the lines of short words came into view, but it was as if they were simply reflected in a mirror, and none of the words entered her mind.

"Mom, are you reconciling with Dad? I don't want to see Dad so sad."

Ji Zhizhi raised his head and looked at her infinitely devoutly and earnestly: "As long as you reconcile with Dad, I will never be mischievous and make you angry again. I promise to study hard and be on par with Nan Moshang. All my toys, pocket money I'll give you all the money, okay?"

For the first time since Zhizhi could speak, Deng Meng was speechless.

It wasn't that she was so angry that she couldn't speak, nor was it that she was too lazy to respond to her unreasonable troubles, but... didn't know how to answer.

I don't know how to explain it so that a child of her age can understand the world of adults.

While meditating, the little guy beside him fell asleep at some point. When Deng Meng came to his senses, she was already leaning against her arms, breathing evenly, and sleeping deeply.

Sighing, he tiptoedly put the book aside, then gently pulled out his arms, helped her adjust her sleeping position, covered her with the quilt carefully, and finally kissed her soft little face.

After turning off the lights and coming out, the movie was over. Looking at the empty living room, she felt suddenly indescribably lonely.

In the past, I closed the window and planned to go to sleep. I glanced down inadvertently, but unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.

The slender body was wrapped in a black windbreaker, without an umbrella, standing under a tree with not very lush branches, frowning, smoking a cigarette once in a while.

The rain wasn't too heavy, but it wasn't too light either. The patter didn't stop, and the smoke between the fingers was quickly wetted and extinguished.

He took out another one and lit it, and after taking a few puffs, it was extinguished again.

So repeatedly, over and over again.

Suddenly it occurred to me that the cleaning doorman seemed to be muttering something downstairs recently, looking very dissatisfied. She occasionally got up early to go to work, and often saw cigarette butts piled up in that place.

At that time, I was still thinking about who is so boring, standing here and smoking so many cigarettes every day, it turns out...

Bei Chi subconsciously clenched her lower lip, staring at the black figure in the night rain for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back, took an umbrella and went downstairs.

When he went out, the man was holding a new cigarette between his lips and the lighter was still in his hand, and suddenly froze.

Deng Meng opened the umbrella, walked all the way through the stagnant water that almost covered his insteps, and raised his head on tiptoe: "It's late at night, what are you doing here?"

The cold rain dripped down the man's wet hair. He raised his hand to remove the cigarette between his lips, and looked at her with clean and pure eyes: "Sports."

"..."

Deng Meng pursed her lips and looked left and right, but she really didn't find his car!

Did you walk all the way here?
(End of this chapter)