Paranoid ex-husband regrets

For a moment, the suffocation of the alcoholic fermentation and the mental hollowness almost healed the son who hadn't grown to the height of his thighs.

Suddenly raising his gaze, Er Bao was hugged up.

"Wow!"

"Daddy is so tall."

The delicate little nose wrinkled, and Er Bao covered his mouth and said in disgust, "Dad, what does it smell like? It stinks!"

Si Hanye strode into the house with his son in his arms, headed towards the piano room as if he was angry, patted Er Bao's butt and said loudly: "I'll bear with the smell, don't dislike you, old man!"

Er Bao was naturally slow to react, and when he was photographed indifferently, he covered his mouth and yelled happily twice.

"Dad, go around in circles!"

"I want to go around in circles!"

Si Hanye thought in his heart, your dad is about to vomit out his gall, and still turn around!
"What time does it turn around, hurry up and go to sleep!"

"But I haven't taken a shower yet!" Er Bao hugged Si Hanye's neck without letting go, waving his arms and said, "Father, I'm going to take a bath, you help me wash it!"

Si Hanye made this kid shout, one head is two big.

The son is my own, what else can I do, wash it!

Things like Mrs. Liu's had happened in the house, and Si Hanye never dared to let people who don't know his roots into the house easily, and the people who usually come to clean are also temporary workers.

Cooking and laundry are all things that I can do. If I can’t do it, Wu Di is still there anyway.

Si Hanye was accompanied by Er Bao, who was as happy as a duck when he encountered water, and the little boy was so tired that he fell asleep after taking a bath.

After a lot of tossing, he returned to the room and reached out to turn off the lights.

I found a glass of honey water on the bedside table.

The water that was put in at some point was already completely cold, Si Hanye gulped it all down without thinking.

The sweetness of honey lingers from the tongue to the extremities.

Si Hanye immediately felt that the fine nectar was no better than his daughter's glass of cold water.

……

Although he was drunk, Si Hanye slept very soundly that night.

In the early morning, a corner of the door was pried open, and a fleshy little ball rolled in under the bed.

Si Hanye subconsciously stretched out his hand and pulled it into his arms, but the words that came out of his mouth made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Ah Li, it's still early..."

The warm lips fell, and he opened his eyes suddenly to see Erbao's sleepy face.

Er Bao was greedy for the temperature in his father's arms, hugged it hard, and muttered, "Dad, who is Ah Li..."

Si Hanye opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer his son's question.

Fortunately, but in the next second, Erbao fell asleep as if possessed by a sleepy god.

On this day of work, he has been out of his mind, and what lingers in his head is the appearance that the small supermarket is about to close down.

At noon, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he took the car keys and went straight to the university city on the outskirts of the city.

The car drove fast all the way.

When Si Hanye got off the car, he was in a daze.

They're all over, what the hell are you doing here again!
"Yo! Isn't this the big president?" Zhao Qinian, who had just seen off the guests, said in a loud voice, "Neighbors, come and take a look, there is a live and ready-made president here! It's not the kind shown on TV! "

Of course, Si Hanye remembered Zhao Qinian, and he also remembered that this man had injured his back from illness, and he had taken care of Jiang Li's inconvenient Lazard problems.

"Mr. Zhao." Si Hanye nodded politely, and was about to step into the supermarket, but was blocked by Zhao Qinian stretching his leg.

"President, please don't be so polite." He crossed his arms and said with a guarded face, "This area is full of civilians, so there is no room for a noble like you!"

"Where do you go back and forth from!"

Although Si Hanye was cold and indifferent, he still had a bit of humanity after all. He cast a cold glance at Zhao Qinian.

The long legs stepped straight in.

At noon, the lights in the supermarket were not turned on, and the vision was a little dark. Jiang Li was delivering the goods to the top shelf.

She was looking for balance between the trembling about to fall and the soon-to-be-delivered shelf.

Suddenly something was pushed, and the whole box was pushed in.

Looking back, she saw a coffin-like face, which scared her so much that she almost fell off the freight elevator.

"You, what are you doing here?" Jiang Li stepped on the freight elevator, blushing in embarrassment.

At this time, the shopper just came in with something in his hand and asked, "Boss, how much is this?"

"Ten yuan for the big one! Six yuan for the small one!"

Before Jiang Li could make a sound, Si Hanye subconsciously called out.

After the man scanned the QR code to pay, there were only two awkward people standing there in the store.

The phrase "what are you doing here" was Jiang Li, subconsciously blurting out.

Now that the two of them are facing each other, she obviously owes him nothing, but she seems to have done something wrong, and she doesn't have the courage to speak out at all.

"Why are those things sold cheaply!" Si Hanye asked.

Jiang Li was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what he meant, and asked authentically with his eyes: "This, does this have anything to do with you?"

He ran to question with confidence, but was turned back by someone.

Si Hanye's face immediately became very ugly, but what he saw next made his face so angry that he couldn't look at it.

The little milk cat raised in the supermarket, ignoring the two adults calmly, walked to his own eating place, bowed his head and ate.

The dark green bowl with cracked paint looks familiar no matter how he looks at it.

Jiang Li was fooled by the rising anger on his face, thinking that he didn't like cats, and immediately bent down and hugged the cat tightly.

Looking at him alertly, "What are you going to do?"

Si Hanye's expression was about to split into eight petals, and his eyes were about to shout with fire: "Then I am the bowl!"

"Why do you use my bowl to fill it with rice!"

Jiang Li's rationality, which was originally slow, was confused by him, and he blinked and said: "But you are not coming back..."

Si Hanye opened his mouth dryly, his eyes drifted wildly, and finally fixed on the cat's nest.

The pale pink cat litter matches perfectly with the white fur.

But what about that black piece of fabric on it.

Walking up to him, he stretched out his hand to pick it up, Si Hanye couldn't hold back anymore, the veins on his forehead twitched angrily, "This is my clothes!"

"Why do you use my clothes to make cat litter for it!"