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Leng Qingqing thrust the divorce agreement into Huo Jingsen's hand. When Huo Jingsen didn't accept it, she grabbed his arm and forced it inside.

Huo Jingsen held her wrist and glanced at the divorce agreement, seeming to be stung by the big words on it. He opened his eyes and whispered: "You may have misunderstood something..."

"Hengheng, have you got your schoolbag?"

Leng Qingqing didn't listen to what he said. It seemed that Huo Jingsen wanted to play tricks again. Her eyes passed over his broad shoulders and fell on a certain point behind him, with a smile in her eyes.

Their profiles are very close.

But he was not in her eyes.

Huo Jingsen's arm holding her wrist stiffened for a moment, then slowly let go.

He turned away as if nothing had happened.

Although the person is not him in the eyes, it is not someone else either. This person is their son.

Huo Yanheng appeared behind the two of them at some point, carrying a schoolbag and wearing a neat navy blue kindergarten uniform, which made his face look white and cute.

The teacher had smeared bright red rouge on her face, and even the vermilion on her forehead was smudged into a small circle, which was dotted with lipstick.

When Huo Yanheng stood on the stage of the auditorium, he held the telescope in both hands. After searching for a while, he finally found him among the red-cheeked children.

Huo Yanheng gave a low hum and looked at her and then at Huo Jingsen with his big dark eyes.

Judging from his expression, Leng Qingqing couldn't tell how much he heard.

She walked over, took Huo Yanheng's hand, and frowned slightly: "Why are your hands so cold?"

He then took out the thermos cup with Xiong Da Xiong Er engraved on the side of his schoolbag and opened it for him to drink water.

"My mouth is peeling." Leng Qingqing put the transparent straw against Huo Yanheng's lips and whispered, "Drink."

Huo Yanheng opened his mouth obediently, bit the straw, and drank.

The water in the thermos cup was quickly drank, Leng Qingqing put it away, and led him forward.

Seeing that the child came out, Huo Jingsen couldn't say more about the divorce. The group left, and the atmosphere was silent all the way.

After returning home, Huo Yanheng washed off the rouge and powder on his face, revealing a cute little face again.

He washed his hands obediently and sat in his seat again, waiting for the meal to begin.

Leng Qingqing picked up a chicken leg and put it in his small bowl. The puppy's squeaking sound sounded next to her. She lowered her eyes and raised her leg to gently drive away Laifu, who was wagging his tail begging for food. "Go, go, let's go." "

Laifu sat obediently at Huo Yanheng's feet, raised his wet eyes, and stared at Huo Yanheng without blinking, his tears dripping all over the floor.

Laifu is too young to eat bones. But it would be a bit cruel to let him stay here and watch humans eat and broadcast, so Leng Qingqing asked the maid to carry Laifu into the garden.

Huo Jingsen used serving chopsticks to pick up food for his son, and soon the small bowl in front of Huo Yanheng piled up a small bulge.

"Eat some vegetables."

"Thank you, Dad." Huo Yanheng took a few bites, then put down his chopsticks, his face a little pale: "I'm full."

"Eat so little?" Leng Qingqing put down the bowl, a little worried on her face, maybe she was eating snacks secretly.

Huo Yanheng stood up, rubbed his eyes, and yawned, with a thin layer of tears in his eyes. He said: "I want to go to bed. My mother will wake me up later to do my homework."

He walked upstairs along the handrail, and his little figure disappeared at the door.

After his son left, Huo Jingsen's partner became his wife.

Leng Qingqing repeatedly gave hints with his eyes not to pinch anymore, but Huo Jingsen lowered his head and was carefully peeling shrimps. He was wearing gloves. The shrimp lines in his hands had already been removed by the maid. The color of the shrimps was very beautiful. People have a great appetite.

Huo Jingsen peeled three shrimps in a row, then slowly took off his gloves, picked them up with serving chopsticks, and put them into a cold bowl. There was a hint of pride in his tone.

"Eat."

**

Midnight, one o'clock in the morning.

There were hurried footsteps at the door, followed by a knock on the door. Three disorganized sounds.

"Tuk tuk tuk! Madam, wake up quickly."

Leng Qingqing was dreaming. She dreamed that she woke up early in the morning and Huo Jingsen signed the divorce agreement and handed it to her with tears in his eyes. His expression was so aggrieved that he did not dare to look at her.

She looks like a little daughter-in-law who has been bullied.

"Divorce is okay, Hengheng wants to be with me." Huo Jingsen sobbed and raised his fingers.

Leng Qingqing fiercely took the divorce agreement from his hand and said, "What a beautiful thought! Let's live in the next life!"

There was another anxious knock on the door. When the person inside made no movement, the maid knocked several times hurriedly.

"Madam, are you awake? Hengheng has a fever!"

Leng Qingqing suddenly woke up, still recalling Huo Jingsen's tearful and resentful expression in her dream. Shaking her head, she took the coat from the bedside and put it on her body. She stood up and shouted out the door: "I'm coming!"

"Why do you have a fever in the middle of the night?" Leng Qingqing's fingertips lightly touched the bed, and Huo Yanheng's red cheeks seemed to be on fire.

"Did you take medicine?"

The maid replied: "I've been given antipyretic medicine and put on antipyretic patches."

Huo Yanheng faced the deserted direction and curled up sideways, like a little shrimp. This is a sleeping position that lacks security and is the original posture of the baby in the mother's body.

His little face was flushed red, and the hot breath he breathed made him shudder in his sleep.

Leng Qingqing leaned over to listen, but couldn't hear clearly what he was saying. He seemed to be calling "Mom" vaguely.

Huo Jingsen strode into the room. When he saw Lone Qingqing sitting on the bedside with a worried expression, he paused and walked in gently.

He asked the same question as Leng Qingqing, "Why did you suddenly have a fever?"

The maid looked at Lonely Qing.

Leng Qingqing carefully tucked Heng Heng's quilt: "The temperature has dropped recently. Today, I heard from the teacher that many children have been infected recently, or they may have been infected by other children."

She told the maid: "Remember to ask for leave from school after dawn."

The maid nodded: "Okay, ma'am."

The door closed, and there were only two people left in the room. A warm yellow lamp was turned on by the bedside, and the atmosphere in the whole room was quiet and gentle. Very relaxing.

Huo Yanheng's breathing was hot, he closed his eyes tightly, and his long and curly eyelashes trembled uneasily. It's like having a nightmare.

This kind of atmosphere seems not suitable for heart-to-heart talks. Leng Qingqing was very busy. He would change the fever-reducing patch for Hengheng and re-measure Hengheng’s temperature every once in a while.

Huo Jingsen took the thermometer in her hand and said, "I'll come, you can take a rest."

Leng Qingqing leaned against the bedside, looking sleepy and yawned.

She half-closed her eyes and stared at Huo Jingsen. She seemed to be in a daze, but it was unlikely that she had fallen asleep with her eyes open.

Huo Jingsen took out the thermometer and stared at it for a while, frowning.

Seeing that he was really worried, Leng Qingqing comforted him with a very light tone: "I just took the medicine not long ago. The fever won't go away so quickly. Please wait."

Huo Jingsen: "Okay."