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Zhen Duoyun put down his things, turned on the lights, and all of them turned on at once, but his heart couldn't light up anyway.Go back and pick up your things and settle everything.Zhen Duoyun turned on the TV and tuned to Finance and Economics. The voice from the other end of the TV filled the room. Zhen Duoyun just sat on the sofa, and after sitting for a while, she remembered what Zheng's father said to her today.

Pick up the phone, open the text message, the screen has turned on and off many times, look at the time in the upper right corner of the screen, if you don’t send it, the person should go to sleep, or send it.The words of Zhuan Jia kept ringing on the other end of the TV, but Zhen Duoyun didn't bother to listen, and imitated that person's appearance and rubbed his brows.

"Cuckoo~"

Zhen Duoyun quickly opened it to read the text message.

"Okay." One word.

Zhen Duoyun smiled.He turned off the TV and went to the bathroom.

Zhen Duoyun tidied herself up and lay down on the bed, thinking of those two fantasy-like women who flashed by.The more I think about it, the more irritable I become, and the more irritable I become, the more I want to think about it.I don't know when I fell asleep, but I woke up from a nightmare again.His head was covered in cold sweat, his throat was dry, and even the pillowcase was a little damp.

In the bathroom, there was constant sound of water, which was too loud in a quiet room.The cold water kept rinsing his face, and the wet hair was still sticking to his face.Zhen Duoyun propped her hands on the sink, looked at herself panting heavily in the mirror, suppressed the urge to smash the mirror, and suddenly buried her head under the faucet again.The water choked into his nostrils, causing Zhen Duoyun to cough.Looking up but looking at himself in the mirror was even more embarrassing.

"sorry."

A whisper in the middle of the night.

Chapter 20

Zheng's father was discharged from the hospital, and Zheng Huairou came to pick up Zheng's father as soon as he left the house.

Sure enough, when Zheng Huairou came, he didn't find that person, only Zheng Huairou and Zheng's father were in the ward.

Father Zheng had already noticed Zheng Huairou at the door, seeing her walking in, Father Zheng also got down from the bed and walked towards her.

"Coming?" Father Zheng patted Zheng Huairou on the shoulder.

"Yeah. Dad...I..." Zheng Huairou's hesitant expression made Zheng Huailie also tangled up.

"Rou'er, go home and talk. Dad has been yelling to go home. You told me yesterday to pick him up. I told him in the morning, and he has been mumbling since morning!" Zheng Huailie took over the conversation.

"Brat! Are you the only one with a mouth?" Father Zheng felt his face turn red when he was exposed, and squinted at Zheng Huailie.

"Hey... Dad! You're partial." The expression was very heartbroken.

Zheng Huairou smiled at the two men who were arguing. The elder brother did look more like his father when he was young. She had seen photos before. At that time, his father was imposing and his eyes were full of the maturity and tenacity of a man. At that time, his mother was also young and beautiful. , my brother always bullies himself and protects himself at the same time. Although my father is very busy, he will never leave any memorable days for the family.

But in a blink of an eye, why is Dad's hair a little white?It seems that I haven't looked at my father for a long time. Looking at his expression when he and Zheng Huailie were arguing, he is not at all like the handsome and suave man at the beginning. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are deep, and the temples of the man who will dress up as Santa Claus are really white.

Indebted, this word really can't be used between family.

Obviously everything is not my original intention.How could you make Dad so angry?He's...really old.

"Dad, go home. Mom and Xia Xia miss you very much." Zheng Huairou smiled and stepped forward to hug Father Zheng's arm.

"Okay, silly girl. I'm homesick too." Father Zheng smiled.

Along the way, Zheng Huairou drove the car, Zheng Huailie sat in the co-pilot, and asked Zheng's father to sit in the back seat, but Zheng's father was not happy, yelling that he should take the co-pilot.

"Dad! Isn't it just a seat! Come on! Just sit in my arms!" Zheng Huailie turned his head and said to Father Zheng.

"Stinky boy! Do you think your father is a three-year-old child?!" Father Zheng raised his eyebrows and glared at Zheng Huailie.

From the very beginning, Zheng Huairou was never quiet, and Zheng Huairou was not impatient, just listening with a smile.

After returning home, Xia Xia threw herself directly into Father Zheng's arms.The mouth sweetly shouted, "Grandpa, I miss you so much!"

Father Zheng wanted to hug Xia Xia, but Zheng Huailie was so surprised that he directly helped him up.

"It's okay, it's okay, I can still hug this little guy Xia Xia." Father Zheng said to Zheng Huailie, then turned to talk to Xia Xia again.

"Xia Xia, have you eaten yet? Where's your grandma?"

"I've eaten. Grandma is in the kitchen. She said she showed her hand today. Grandpa, what does it mean to show her hand?" Xia Xia asked, putting her arms around Father Zheng's neck.

"Haha...meaning that you are lucky today." Father Zheng nodded Xia Xia's little nose.

"Rou'er, did you see that? It's still because of Dad's face, Mom cooks the dishes herself, and we'll just enjoy the food." Zheng Huailie put Zheng Huairou's shoulders and looked at Zheng's father and said.

"Stinky boy! What are you talking about! Hurry up and wash the dishes!" Mother Zheng came out of the kitchen at some point, still holding a kitchen knife in her hand, and pointed the tip of the knife at Zheng Huailie.

"Mom..." Zheng Huailie was startled, and resigned himself to entering the kitchen.

Father Zheng put Xia Xia down and let her play with toys by herself.

"Don't stand still, sit down for a while." Father Zheng said to Zheng Huairou.

"En. Good." Zheng Huairou sat down on the sofa with Father Zheng.

The chess pieces were still placed under the coffee table, Father Zheng looked at them and sighed.

"Xiaorou, daddy... doesn't want to control you, and can't control you. It's just...forget it, Xiaorou, as long as you feel happy. Dad, don't get involved in your affairs anymore. But, Dodo is really a Good boy. You...do yourself well." Father Zheng sighed again.

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