President Daddy is super strong

"That kid also thinks that Jiabao is not normal recently. Although he doesn't find anything, he just thinks she's not right." Song Qingyun said it with a breath.

Lin Kexin frowned, "but Garbo told me seriously that she didn't play her boyfriend."

Hearing his wife's words, song Qingyun immediately raised his head. "If she really falls in love, she will tell the truth?"

"This... Lin Kexin was asked.

It's also said that if she really fell in love, she would certainly be choking. How could she tell her?

"What else did Jiabei say?" Lin Ke said anxiously.

"He said that he would help us to stare at Jiabao and report any disturbance at any time." Even so, song Qingyun said in his heart that it was very unpleasant.

His little cotton padded jacket is going to be robbed. It's hard for anyone to bear it ·

"with the help of Jiabei, I'm sure I can find something." Seeing his husband's ugly face, Lin Kexin can only comfort him like this.

Song Qingyun nodded, but he was still unhappy.

"Come on, go downstairs and have a meal. Don't let Jiabao find anything."

"Go down first." Song Qingyun said dejectedly.

He used to laugh at Lao Mo and Yang Yilin. Now it's really Fengshui that turns around and turns to him. His hard-earned huaguduo is about to be carried away by others. This feeling is... Br >

sad, sad, but it's just a feeling that can't be said.

Lin Kexin knew that he was not comfortable, so he didn't say much. He patted him on the shoulder and left the bedroom.

After his wife left, song Qingyun was trapped in an endless tangle. He was not happy about what he thought anyway.

······

downstairs.

Song Jiabao went downstairs and didn't see his father. He asked casually, "Mom, where's my father?"

She thought the atmosphere in the whole family was strange today, and she couldn't say why.

"Your father is upstairs. He says he's not hungry. You can eat first."

She can't tell her daughter that your father knows you're in love, is she sad?

Even if his mother said so, song Jiabao went upstairs. "I'll go up and have a look."

Lin Kexin just wanted to stop her. Her daughter had already walked upstairs.

She sighed a little, thinking that it would be all right. Her daughter would advise him and maybe listen to him.

Song Jiabao comes to the door of his parents' bedroom, taps the door gently, then pushes it open and probes in, "Dad?"

At this time, song Qingyun was sitting beside the bed in desperation, suddenly saw his daughter coming, and immediately changed his face.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

It's said that the daughter is the father's intimate little cotton padded jacket. I don't know what it is like in others, but it's true in the Song family. Song Jiabao and his father have some close relatives.

So seeing her father like this, she immediately realized something was wrong, strode in, squatted at his leg, and asked with concern.

At this moment, song Qingyun thought that she was still the cute and sensible little cotton padded jacket, which others could not take away.

"Dad's fine." His voice was hoarse and his face was forced to smile.

"If you don't feel well, please don't carry it on your own. Doctors don't cure themselves. You know better than me." Song Jiabao simply thought that her father was not feeling well or what, but he didn't think it was because of her.

If she knew, she would swear to heaven.

"Dad is really OK. Go to dinner."

If I see my daughter sensible, I have nothing to worry about.

"I don't, you come with me!"

Song Qingyun has no choice but to stretch out his hand and rub on his daughter's head. "Silly girl, when can I grow up?"

It's sad to say that in my mouth. It seems like it was yesterday... B