After rebirth, the soft and small milk bag vest can no longer cover

After returning home and chatting with Mu Jingxian that night, Lin Sisi brought a few of Mu Jingxian's headshots taken at the aquarium to school the next day, and then quietly slipped them into Qin Sui's hand when she wasn't paying attention. Qin Sui was so happy that she said she would get the photos framed when she got home and keep them as tribute.

Lin Sisi called it too exaggerated.

Kids nowadays don’t chase after celebrities anymore, they start chasing after successful men, but this is also good.

The midterm exam was scheduled for the weekend, and Lin Sisi had to ask for leave to attend a banquet the day before. She had told Qin Sui about this in advance. Qin Sui was so excited that she kept asking her questions, as if she wanted to go too.

"I want to go too. Do I have to wear a beautiful princess dress at the party? I'm so envious. I want to go and wear a beautiful dress. I want to meet President Mu."

As she spoke, the little girl Qin Sui's eyes began to sparkle.

Lin Sisi looked at her and complained: "I think you just want to see my brother."

Qin Sui felt embarrassed and said shyly, "Oh, please don't say it. Remember to take more pictures of your brother wearing a suit when the time comes."

Lin Sisi sighed, reached out to rub her head, and agreed reluctantly.

Teacher Li knew about this matter, so he asked Lin Sisi to pack up and leave the school that afternoon. The other students in the class were stunned and didn't understand what was going on.

Su Cheng watched the little girl leave with her schoolbag on her back, holding his chin with one hand and muttering, "What's going on? Why did Mu Jingyue just say she didn't want to go to school?"

How boring it must be for him, he can't even talk to this little girl.

Zhao Changan next to him said, "Maybe something happened at home."

Su Cheng sighed, wondering why there were so many things going on in her family.

However, Qian Jiahong sat in his seat and watched the little girl's back quietly as she left, feeling mixed emotions.

After returning home from school in the evening, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Qian Ruisen sitting on the sofa. Qian Jiahong was stunned and subconsciously called out "Dad".

Qian Ruisen saw his son coming back, turned his head to look at him, hummed, and then said, "Jiahong, come here."

Qian Jiahong nodded and walked towards him.

"Sit down, I have something to tell you."

Qian Jiahong put down the schoolbag on his shoulder and sat down opposite the sofa. He looked quietly at Qian Ruisen, who looked haggard and pale, and drooped his eyelids.

"Dad, what do you want to say?"

"There will be a banquet later in the evening, and President Mu will bring his sister with him. You should find an opportunity to get close to her, make friends with her, and get along with her slowly. President Mu is very powerful, and it will always be helpful for you to build a good relationship with her sister. In the future, if... ahem... if dad is gone, ahem..."

Ever since he was saved in the hospital last time, Qian Ruisen developed a chronic illness because he did not cooperate with the hospital's treatment. Whenever he talked for a long time, he would always have a violent cough. The most serious time was when he went into shock on the spot because he couldn't catch his breath due to coughing. Fortunately, he received timely first aid and his heartbeat and breathing were restored.

But Qian Ruisen didn't take it seriously. He could still be alive now, all thanks to his good luck. It was already very good that God allowed him to continue living.

Qian Jiahong's face changed. He bit his lip and listened to his father's words. He clenched his hands on his knees into fists, and his joints turned white, but he finally loosened them weakly.

"Dad, I can do it on my own. I don't need to get close to others. As long as I work hard enough, I will definitely be able to do it. And you won't just leave me like that. My condition will definitely get better, it will definitely..."

"Jiahong, what Dad said to you is for your own good."

"..."

At that moment, Qian Jiahong felt cold all over and his back was chilled.