My wife has always been timid

Dai Xiaochun couldn't help laughing.

The little girl's mouth became more and more poisonous.

Xiao Manman didn't know that what she said had such a lethal force, and with a naive face, he took Dai Xiaochun's hand and asked, "Mom, why hasn't Dad come back?"

dad?

This question made Dai Xiaochun's face freeze, and his smile slowly disappeared.

Just now, she told Su Qingcheng that she was going to make mistakes like this, but now that she heard the little girl's questioning, she couldn't slap herself in the face, so she took the little girl's hand and walked to my living room, saying: "If you miss him, follow him." He called."

"But it's full..."

Xiao Manman bit her lip, and looked at her mother with big eyes tremblingly, for fear that her mother would think she was stupid.

Dai Xiaochun looked at Jing Hao.

Jing Hao is sorting out the drawing boards he brought from the lawn. He made two paintings today, and the paintings are full. He seems a little dissatisfied, and he is gently modifying them with a pen.

Forget it.

Dai Xiaochun sat down on the sofa holding hands full, picked up the landline on the coffee table, and dialed the cell phone number he had memorized by heart.

"Hey?"

The phone was connected quickly, but the man's voice sounded a little irritated.

Dai Xiaochun frowned slightly.

This side didn't make a sound, but the other side seemed to be aware of it, and there was a hint of joy in the tone that came again: "Ah Chun? Are you calling me?"

Dai Xiaochun didn't say a word.

After two seconds of silence, she put the microphone to the little girl's ear. When the little girl heard her father's voice, she immediately called softly, "Daddy... when will you be home?"

The sweet and soft child's voice yelled into Mo Shaoqian's heart, that's so sweet.

Having been in meetings all day and being pissed off by a group of fools all day long, all the anger melted away when I heard the sound of dad.

"Hey, Dad will go home soon and let Mom answer the phone." Mo Shaoqian coaxed softly.

"Oh……"

The little girl was very obedient, and immediately put the microphone to Dai Xiaochun's ear.

The microphone was close to her ear, and Dai Xiaochun was slightly stunned, when she heard a man's gentle voice comforting her on the phone: "Ah Chun, some urgent matters in the company have delayed the time, I have half an hour to go home, you and your daughter have dinner first , don't wait for me."

Who is waiting for him?

Dai Xiaochun didn't say a word, and put the microphone into the landline neatly.

The little girl was dumbfounded.

"Mom, don't you want to talk to Dad?"

"There's nothing to say." Dai Xiaochun replied lightly.

The little girl felt even more surprised.

"Why is there nothing to say?" She looked at Jing Hao in great perplexity, widened her lovely eyes, and asked crisply, "Brother, don't my brother's father and mother have a lot to say? Is there nothing to say here?"

Jing Hao: "..."

Why ask him such a profound question?

He is still a child.

"Hey, it's fine if the two of us have something to say." He patted the little girl's shoulder, pretending to be inscrutable.

The little girl pouted.

The words of the two children fell into Dai Xiaochun's ears, and Dai Xiaochun lowered his eyes, a little lonely in the corners of his eyes.

The feelings of Jing Hao's parents are not comparable to hers.

She got up, walked to the door of the living room unknowingly, looked at the distant sky, lost her mind again.

"Dai Xiaochun?"

Suddenly a cold and arrogant voice sounded.

The familiar voice made her slightly startled, turned her head, and looked along the source of the sound.

I saw a woman in a wheelchair appearing not far from her at some point. Seeing her gaze, the woman raised her chin arrogantly, and stared at her with eyes full of disdain.