"Dad, you’re here!" Xiaobao heard from his mother in the morning that his own father would come home this evening. The little guy has been watching at the door since the sun has not yet set.
Is to be able to see him for the first time. I haven’t seen my father for a long time
Han Hao squatted down to carry Xiaobao on his shoulder at the sight of the small BMW.
Xiaobao’s two small hands clutched Han Hao’s hair and giggled happily in his mouth.
In the courtyard, riding a cool Zhang Ting heard the laughter outside, and the corners of his mouth bent. The horse got up and went out toward the outside.
The two met at the door.
Zhang Ting greeted Han Hao, who was sweating because he was coming. "Come in and sit down."
Han Hao nodded toward Zhang Ting and walked into Hao’s yard carrying Xiao Bao.
When Han Hao sat down, Qing Xia Ma poured him a cup of herbal tea.
Zhang Ting looked at Xiaobao sitting on Hanhao’s shoulder and shook his head and smiled at the little guy. "Xiaobao, your father has been driving for a long time. Will you let your father have a good rest?"
Xiaobao looked down at his sweaty little face and showed a sensible expression. "Dad, let Xiaobao come and Xiaobao won’t sit!"
Han Hao was moved in his heart and looked up at Xiaobao who was carrying it on his shoulder and said, "Dad is not tired. Xiaobao can carry it again if he wants to sit."
Xiao Bao shook his head again. "Xiao Bao doesn’t sit down. Xiao Bao doesn’t want Dad to work so hard. Dad, hurry up and let Xiao Bao come. Xiao Bao can sit on a stool by himself."
Han Hao looked hard at his shoulder and his heart softened into a ball.
This is his own son, but he has never taken good care of his own son, but this own son is so kind to him as a father and so distressed that Han Hao’s eyes are a little sour at the thought of this.
"Courtyard, thank you. You took care of Xiaobao so well and taught him to be so sensible. Thank you." Han Hao bowed his head and wiped his tears from his eyes.
A little more pharynx sound drifted into Zhang Ting’s ear.
Zhang Ting glanced at a face of nervous staring at Han Hao Xiaobao and pulled the little guy into his arms and gently hugged him.
"Look at you, you scared Xiao Bao." Zhang Ting said to Han Hao.
Han Hao heard Zhang Ting’s words, and the horse looked up and just met his son’s big afraid eyes.
Han Hao looked at himself with a smile on his face and coaxed, "Xiaobao, be good, Xiaobao, don’t be afraid of dad."
Xiaobao struggled from Zhang Ting’s arms and then ran to Hanhao’s side. He raised his chubby little hand and touched Hanhao’s eyes at random. He said to Hanhao, "Dad, don’t cry, Xiaobao is obedient and Xiaobao is not naughty."
Han Hao put his son in his arms with both hands. "Good dad doesn’t cry. Dad is the most obedient in this world."
Xiaobao immediately smiled happily when he heard his father praise his little face.
"Well, Xiaobao is the most obedient child, and she also praises Xiaobao." Xiaobao looked over at Zhang Ting.
Zhang Ting received Xiao Bao’s eyes and shook his head with a smile and added, "Xiao Bao is the most obedient child."
Xiaobao’s little face must have turned into a flower when he got his mother.
Zhang Ting waited for their father and son to get along for a long time. This just winked at Qingxia.
Qing Xia received Zhang Ting’s eyes and walked to Xiao Bao.
"Master Xiaobao, let Qingxia take you to the old lady. The old lady misses Master Xiaobao." Qingxia said to Xiaobao with a smiling face.
"Is grandma looking for Xiaobao?" Xiao Bao looked at qingxia and asked
Qingxia gently nodded. "Yes, the old lady misses Master Xiaobao. Do you want to see the old lady now?"
Xiao Bao hesitated a pair of reluctant eyes and glanced at Hanhao’s side, showing a struggling expression on his little face.
Han Hao just saw Zhang Ting winking at Qingxia.
He knew that Zhang Ting must have something to tell himself when he came to see him, but he didn’t want his son to hear it.
"Xiao Bao, you follow Qingxia to find your grandmother first, and then Dad will find you himself." Han Hao looked at Xiao Bao and said.
Chapter 69 Drag what drag!
Xiao Bao took Han Hao’s hand with a face of disappointment. "Dad, you must keep your word and you must not secretly leave yourself."
"Good dad must keep his word and won’t secretly leave himself." Han Hao touched Xiao Bao’s head to ensure.
Xiao Bao stared at him seriously for a while, and suddenly the little guy vomited a sigh of relief, got up from his stool and walked over to Qing Xia. "Qing Xia Jie, let’s go find her grandmother."
