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Chapter 312 Separation is not possible, Xiao Meng wants Dad to answer the phone (5)
If it weren't for the fact that they have two children by now, it would be difficult for her to get away.

After the water boiled, he raised his head, raised his slender arms and opened the cupboard above to find chocolate powder. When the water was poured with chocolate, the thick aroma and mist almost confused his eyes.

And people sitting in the living room can smell the fragrance wafting from it.

When he brought a cup of hot chocolate to her and bent over to put the cup in front of her before sitting down again, she just gave him a cold look.

"What do you want to talk about?" She said coldly, her voice was very low, or rather trembling.

She didn't even think she was so nervous.

"Drink it first, it's not summer, and you'll have a stomachache after drinking ice water!" he whispered.

She couldn't bear it, and cared about her so much?
Looking up, the scarlet eyes shot straight into his eyes, even if he couldn't see what was in his eyes, but just looked at him so coldly: "You said you want to talk to me, and now it's like this?"

He went to boil water again, let her drink this again, and said that she was not in good health...

She's really having a stomachache right now because she's pissed that he's sitting next to her so calmly, not asking what time she moved out, or why she even had to change the lock.

Just looking at her so quietly, with such helplessness, so uncomfortable, so tender and doting in her eyes...

The brief quarrel in the living room belonged to her alone.

She felt like an irrational lunatic: "Yes, I know that you understand my physical condition better than me, I know that you understand my temper better than anyone else, and I know that you always understand me best, but even if You are the person who understands me best in this world, but you said you wanted to talk about it, but you didn't say anything..."

She continued to yell, letting the tears fly out like that, she couldn't control it.

He obviously didn't want to say anything.

He obviously wanted to come in...

She suddenly gasped a little unevenly.

Seeing him sitting across from her like that, she couldn't stand it.

The hot chocolate in the glass on the coffee table is still wafting out its aroma.

Her black hair had already been dried, and it lay softly in front of her body, like a black waterfall, very gentle and considerate, but her face was obviously so ferocious and painful, but it made him feel so distressed.

The noise gradually stopped, and there was still no change in the living room, but it made her feel her back was stiff and it was difficult to breathe.

In the huge space, there is no room for the existence of two people.

She stood up quickly, since he really didn't come to talk about things between them, then, well, it's late, she went to rest.

He stopped talking to him, and took firm steps back to the bedroom.

The bedroom door slammed shut with such a loud noise that it was deafening.

He was like a paralyzed person, leaning against the back of the sofa suddenly, closing his eyes and meditating decadently, his face was full of exhaustion.

The whole living room was warmed by the chocolate, but it couldn't warm each other's hearts.

It was still raining a little bit outside, and they were walking around, but I couldn't see what was going on.

However, in the bedroom, she threw herself on the bed like a child, covering her face with the quilt and sobbing in a low voice. She only remembered him after crying twice, and pouted her mouth hard to keep herself from crying.

Why did she face such a dilemma?

It would be unfair to him if she broke up with him because of her father.

If she didn't break up with him, how could she be worthy of her dead father?

And what about herself?
She couldn't help crying, she couldn't take care of her own mood.

Crying like a fool until he fell asleep.

Wronged, who wouldn't?

He still fell asleep on the sofa, didn't leave, and didn't go into that bedroom again, even though the door inside was left open.

She couldn't get up at all in the morning, and her eyes hurt from crying last night, and her temples hurt too.

But the phone kept ringing, and she lay on the pillow with a headache, her soft and boneless arms gently stretched in that direction.

Finally touched the phone: "Hello?"

"Mummy, didn't you say to ask Daddy to call me back?"

The stubborn child's voice on the other end of the phone, she gradually woke up, but she got up with a frown.

"What?" She didn't remember what she promised her son last night, but only heard her son's voice.

The word Sichuan with a big brow between the headaches.

That soft catkin gently stroked his forehead, got up and went out, in a daze, as if he didn't know what year it was.

"I want Daddy to answer the phone, I want Daddy to answer the phone!" Xiaomeng was so bad that she was about to cry.

Fu's mother was watching anxiously, this kid didn't go to bed until after eleven o'clock last night.

"Okay, okay, I see, let him answer the phone now!"

I don't know why I still remember that he was on the sofa last night, and then he walked out in a strange way, his clothes were disheveled, the buttons of his pajamas were half unbuttoned, and his hair covered half of his face in front, like a female ghost alive.

"Your son asked you to answer the phone!" Even if it was just a casual quarrel last night, and then thinking that he fell asleep on the sofa, the rest was completely forgotten.

He still couldn't keep his eyes open, but he moved his body when he heard the familiar voice, and stretched out his hand in mid-air without raising his eyes.

She put the mobile phone in his hand and turned around and walked into the house to catch up on sleep.

"Hello?" He pinched the center of his eyebrows, his phoenix eyes slightly opened, and his face was a little tired.

"Hmph, how did you become a father? You didn't call your son for several days, and your son found you after calling several times!" The little guy immediately sat up on the sofa proudly, but pretended to be angry questioned him.

"Did you call me?" They didn't chat like father and son, but rather like dispensable friends.

but……

"Of course I'll call Mommy first. I don't know who told me to remember to call Mommy when I'm looking for you!"

He woke up suddenly, sat up, bent over with a slender body, with his elbows on his knees, one hand resting on his forehead and the other holding the phone by his ear, he couldn't help but find it funny, so he laughed: "Boy, come back quickly!"

If you don't come back, your mother will divorce your father!
At this time, he finally felt that he still had a son as his savior.

And mom, I believe she won't be so ruthless as to make mom sad, right?
So he had a plan: "Come back with your grandma as soon as possible!"

"Did something happen?" Mother Fu answered the phone and asked anxiously after listening to her son's words.

Fu Xinhan pondered slightly: "There is something wrong!"

Now I can only explain it in this way, it would be bad to scare the elders if I talk too much.

"I said that I called Xiao Zui last night and she hesitated and seemed unhappy. We planned to go back in a few days, so let's make a decision!"

(End of this chapter)