You are enough,My President!

Zhao Youting listened to Zhao Qiyou's sarcasm.

Deep eyes, full of determination: "I will not divorce, will not be Rao together with Tian."

"What about the son? Do you want another son?"

Zhao Youting nodded: "the child is innocent, his body flows my blood, I will not ignore him, will weigh."

"Trade off? How do you weigh it? One is your wife, and the other is love man with a son. Do you have to prefer your son? Is this fair to Ping Ting? What's more, with your attitude, it's strange that Ping Ting doesn't divorce you! " Zhao Qiyou can't help but throw a white eye on this guy. He is usually very smart, but he is so confused in dealing with his feelings. He is drunk.

Zhao Youting knows that Zhao Qiyou is very angry at the moment. He defends pingting's grievances and hopes that he can make the right choice.

But what is the right choice?

Zhao Youting thought for a while, and Xingping said: "after all, the child is Tian Rao. I have not done my father's duty these years, and I have no right to deprive her of the right to be a mother. I will give them basic living allowance and occasionally visit my son, but I will never be with Tian Rao."

After hearing this, Zhao Qiyou almost got angry.

He glared at him indignantly and asked, "you are a smart man. You can only give the third son a chance. If a woman even dares to go up to her husband, what else can't do? OK, I don't want to hear it. For the sake of my brother, I sincerely advise you that if you want to break, you will be confused. If you do this again, Ping Ting will divorce you! When the time comes, these three will surely beat the gongs and drums, waiting for you to fall into her trap

The windows in the corridor were not closed, and the wind was blowing, which made people feel cold.

Zhao hip-hop with a thermometer, big round eyes, quietly staring at the door.

Inadvertently a glance, suddenly saw on the chair in the suit pocket, out of a lovely picachu cartoon.

It's lovely.

The little guy didn't hold back for a while. He jumped out of his seat and walked towards the suit.

He reached out and took out picachu's cartoon. What he found was a transparent sample bag with a hair in it. On it was a lovely Pikachu with three characters written on it: Song Xiaoyan.

Zhao hip-hop likes Pikachu best. He thinks his two ears are cute. His mouth is small and his eyes are big. He is very cute.

He had seen picachu's cartoon paintings in the supermarket before. He wanted to buy them. But his mother pushed him and took away his picachu cartoons. He lost them and never bought them for him.

Now seeing picachu's cartoons, he was obviously moved.

So he gave birth to tender hands and wiped them into the pocket of the suit to see if there were more Pikachu in it.

But when I took it out, I was disappointed.

On the four sample bags, only two have picassu on them.

The more you look at it, the more you like it.

Zhao hip-hop didn't hold back for a while. He stretched out his finger and tore off the two Pikachu, trying to stick it on his hand.

So I can see Pikachu every day, happy to die.

Zhao hip-hop is ready to put the sample bag back in his pocket. You can hear the sound of footsteps outside the door

Oh, no, dad must be back!

If his father didn't see it, he would love it.

But he really likes Pikachu. What should I do?

Zhao hip-hop is very contradictory in his heart. After hesitating for a second, he quickly pastes the two cartoon picachu from the tear off on two of the four sample bags.

Then quickly tucked the bag back into the suit pocket.

Behind his hands, with a thermometer in his mouth, he looked at the door which was just opened at the moment with panic and guilty eyes.

As soon as Zhao Qiyou opened the door, he saw Zhao hip-hop, who looked at them with big copper bell eyes.

His small face was flushed with fever.

Standing there motionless, it looks very clever.

Originally, Zhao Qiyou didn't like the child at all, but he couldn't hate him when he looked innocent and cute.

Ah.

In any case, the child is innocent. If you want to blame it, you should blame the child, who has no lower limit, and even her best friend and husband rob her!

Hum! If she saw the third son, he must teach her a good lesson.

Zhao Qiyou came over and touched Zhao hip-hop's head. He said with a smile, "come on, cute, open your mouth. Uncle, look at your thermometer."

Zhao hip-hop opened his mouth obediently and looked at Zhao Qiyou with his round eyes and didn't speak.

Zhao Qiyou looked at the thermometer, came to the desk, and said to Zhao Youting with a straight face: "39.8, it's a high fever. What's the situation at home? When did you have a fever? "

Zhao Youting sat on the bench and held Zhao hip-hop in his arms again. He thought and said, "it should be in the afternoon. An hour ago, Tian Rao called me to say that the child had a fever. I went to have a look. It was really a fever. He immediately brought him here. He measured the temperature there, more than 308 degrees."Zhao Qiyou pondered for half a minute. He looked at the child who never spoke. Slowly, he asked in a soft voice, "ha ha, can you tell me what's wrong with you?"

Zhao hip-hop understood and pointed to his head.

It's a headache. It's hard. I can't get up.

"When did you have a fever, remember?"

When?

Zhao hip-hop subconsciously shrinks in Zhao Youting's arms, hands tightly grasp his coat, in the heart some sad.

He drooped his eyes, and there was dense fog under his eyes, but he knew that he was a little man and could not cry at all.

When did he start to have a fever?

It's afternoon.

In the afternoon, my mother sent a lot of short messages to her hand, and she looked sad and unhappy.

Then he looked at him and asked, "Zhao hip hop, do you want to see your father?"

Zhao hip-hop looked at Tian Rao timidly and wanted to nod, but he was a little afraid.

His mother saw that he didn't speak, so she pinched him hard on his delicate arm, which made his tears come out.

Mother began to get angry again: "Zhao hip-hop! I asked you if you want to miss Dad? Do you want to live with dad every day? " Tian Rao's angry roar made Zhao hip-hop shrink back.

The arm was pinched out of a bloodstain, very painful.

Zhao hip-hop did not dare to cry, but nodded weakly: "yes, I miss Dad."

Tian Rao heard here, the corner of the cold mouth, just hook up a cold smile, coldly and he said: "you want to see Dad, don't you? Well, if you want to see Dad, you have to listen to me! "

Mom turned around and went into the bathroom. She took a lot of thick ice out of the refrigerator. When she was finished, she dragged him into the bathroom and pointed to the bathtub full of ice and cold water.

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