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"I want a godfather..." Di Langlang touched his lips, and called out affectionately with extreme aggrievedness.

Di Que's little heart trembled, and he was stabbed bloody by Di Langlang's explosive words, and instantly collapsed.

Nima, he really gave birth to a white-eyed wolf. In vain, he put down a big case worth more than a billion yuan and came to take care of him, but he still couldn't forget his seafood noodle godfather!

Di Que gritted his teeth furiously, finally adjusted the cramped facial muscles again, and smiled with white teeth, pretending to be gentle: "Lang Lang, you have Dad by your side, just tell Dad what you want."

Di Langlang blinked pitifully, and looked at Di Que hesitantly.Di Que hastily leaned forward again, pretending to listen patiently.

"I want a godfather." As soon as Di Langlang finished speaking, he coughed violently.

Can he strangle this little bastard!Di Que gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.But seeing such a small child coughing and suffocating, such a kind and upright man like him still couldn't do it.

It's all because the little bastard looks too much like him, how can he stand by and watch such a kind face?

"Langlang, it's okay, it's okay, dad is here." Di Que hurriedly hugged Di Langlang and patted him on the back lightly.

Di Langlang coughed for a while and then stopped, lying on Di Que's shoulder, panting softly.

Di Que's neck was itchy from Di Langlang's hot breath, Di Que wanted to hide, but Di Langlang hugged his neck and did not let go.

"Dad, I'm thirsty."

Di Que's vanity instantly swelled, thinking that as a father, he could still be relied on by his son.

"Dad is going to buy you some water. Do you want a Coke or a Sprite?"

"I want to drink water." Di Langlang said aggrievedly.

Di Que bought a bottle of water for Di Langlang, and let Di Langlang hold the bottle to drink while he went to the doctor to ask about the situation.

The doctor looked at the case, took the child's temperature, and saw that it had returned to normal, prescribed the medicine, ordered a bunch of precautions, finished speaking like a crackling mantra, and looked up at Di Que in a daze. Staring at him silly.

"Doctor, can you repeat what you just said?" Di Que took out his phone and turned on the recording function, and smiled shyly at the doctor.

"..." The doctor's temples had three blue veins popping out. If it wasn't for the fact that this handsome guy is quite attractive, he would have called his neurology colleagues to take him away.

Di Que successfully carried Di Langlang home, and sat down on the sofa, unable to move.

This little bastard was really clingy when he was sick, he hugged him all the way and didn't let go, he refused to take a step.

Except for the journey in the car, he had to fight all the way for the remaining ten minutes of walking, which was more tiring than carrying a bag of rice.

He glared at Di Langlang who was sitting next to him and looking up at him eagerly, wiped off his sweat and panted, "Take the medicine and go to sleep in the afternoon."

"I'm not sleepy." Di Langlang blinked, and suddenly jumped off the sofa and ran to his room to bring out his favorite model helicopter.

Di Que's legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up for a while, and the sweat was pouring down his head, and the top of his head was so hot that it was about to emit blue smoke.

Afraid that Di Langlang would catch a cold, he didn't dare to turn on the air conditioner, so he simply took off his clothes and left him shirtless, watching Di Langlang fiddling with models in front of his eyes numbly.

Um?The little bastard was wilting like a frost-beaten eggplant just now, why is he playing with model airplanes alive and kicking again now?

Di Que stared at the small helicopters flying around the room like flies, crashing into furniture and electrical appliances from time to time, and then he yelled, "Di Langlang! If you don't feel bad, I will go to kindergarten for you! "

This ghostly bastard obviously wanted to skip class and mess around at home, but he had nothing to do with this kid when he skipped class to pick up girls and play games, how could this little trick fool his fiery eyes.

Di Langlang shrank his neck from the shock, and the airplane model that was flying up and down also turned twice, and bumped into the big vase next to the TV.

The vase was shaken twice, and fell down in an extremely graceful slow-motion posture, and broke into pieces on the ground in a blink of an eye.

Di Que watched helplessly as the decapitated Qing Dynasty official kiln vase that Chen Feng had bought from a charity auction. With a scream, he jumped up and pointed at Di Langlang to scare him, "Your godfather's favorite vase Was it broken by you? I think you dare to be naughty, and wait for your godfather to come back and clean you up."

Di Langlang's small face turned pale from the fright of Di Que, and he threw the remote control in his hand on the ground.He stared at Di Que for three seconds, "Wow!" and burst into tears.

On the contrary, Di Que was frightened by Di Langlang's shocking decibels. When he saw Di Langlang, he was crying and sweating profusely. scared.

He hurried over to pick up Di Langlang, patted him on the back to comfort him, and coaxed him, "Don't cry, don't cry, Dad was joking with you. Godfather doesn't like that vase at all, it's so ugly, Langlang smashed it!" good."

Di Langlang's tears continued to fall like beads with a broken string, but his crying gradually became quieter.

Di Que rubbed his ears that were numb from Di Langlang's shock at close range, and carried the little meat bun that was still hiccupping to the sofa and put it away.

"Langlang, sit here obediently and don't move. Daddy will clean up the pieces of the vase, okay?"

Di Langlang nodded while gasping, but he really sat on the sofa honestly and didn't dare to move anymore.

Di Que let out a long sigh of relief, wiped off his sweat and went to sweep the wreckage of the porcelain.

While he sighed and picked up the larger pieces, he glanced at the little ancestor on the sofa, for fear that he would cause him some trouble again.

He didn't know how much Chen Feng paid for this vase. Anyway, in that kind of charity auction, what he bought was not antiques, but face.

If there were a lot of evidence of Chen Feng being taken advantage of in this house, he and Chen Feng had long been used to it, and never regarded them as valuables for offering, but Chen Feng liked this vase quite a bit.

Now that Chen Feng's precious vase was broken by his son, even if Chen Feng was embarrassed to lose his temper at his son, he would definitely find a chance to get it back from him in disguise.

Di Que felt that he understood Chen Feng's duplicity more and more, and it was because he knew Chen Feng that he was more worried about his personal future.

"Damn it, there is clearly a conspiracy to put such a vase in such an easy-to-break place." Di Que couldn't help thinking.

There was a sudden tingling in his fingers, and Di Que pulled his hand reflexively, only to realize that he was distracted and accidentally scratched his hand by a piece of porcelain.

There was a not deep and not shallow gash on the index finger of his right hand, and bright red blood gushed out.

Di Que gasped, squeezed his fingers and ran into the room.

Di Langlang stared blankly at his father running into the house, he was the only one left in the huge living room, he looked left and right, and also tiptoed into the bedroom after Di Que's ass.

Di Que was rummaging through boxes and chests looking for a first-aid kit, when he felt someone coming in with him, he asked without thinking, "Chen Feng, where did you put the first-aid kit?"

"Father..." Di Langlang called out in a low voice, his voice trembling as if he was frightened.

Di Que was taken aback for a moment, and then saw Di Langlang looking at him timidly at the door of the bedroom, his big eyes were full of fear and uneasiness.

The blood on the fingers dripped to the ground very quickly, and a few drops of dark red looked shocking.

"Father, don't want Langlang..." Di Langlang's eyes were red again, and he hesitated to move forward but dared not.

Di Que looked at Di Langlang looking pitiful like an abandoned puppy, and his heart trembled.What did he do to make his son beg him so pitifully?

"Lang Lang, why doesn't Dad want you? You are the baby of our family." Di Que smiled and waved to him.

Di Langlang immediately ran over and threw himself into Di Que's arms, burying his head firmly in his chest.

Di Que hugged the chubby little guy and laughed, stretched out his other good hand to touch Di Langlang's head, and said tenderly, "My dear son, let Dad wrap up the wound first."

Di Langlang raised his head obediently, his big black eyes glistened with water: "Father, I'm hungry."

"..." Di Que instantly felt cheated.

Di Que held up his index finger that had been hastily bandaged, and bravely walked around the kitchen twice, but still couldn't find any doorway.

He thought of the seafood noodles that Chen Feng brought out in a pot that captured Di Langlang's stomach in an instant, and determined to make such a world-shattering masterpiece, and bring this greedy little pig back to his camp .

How could the elbow turning outward happened in their Di family?This time, it is absolutely necessary for Di Langlang to call out "Dad" first!

Di Que aggressively rolled up his sleeves, opened the refrigerator, and took out chicken, duck, fish, vegetables, fruits, eggs, tofu, and threw them aside every time he took out. Finally, he fixed his eyes on the leftover half bag of bread...

Maybe Di Langlang would like it if he smeared some jam on it?Di Que touched his chin, touched it for a while, then shook his head.

"Lang Lang, Dad will take you out for dinner." Di Que came out of the kitchen and directed at Di Lang Lang Le.

After a fierce ideological struggle, Di Que still felt that he was not a man who belonged in the kitchen.How can a thoughtful and hierarchical elite like him cook for himself?Too cheap.

Di Que led Di Langlang out of the house gracefully, and drove to the Hong Kong-style tea restaurant he often visited.

"Lang Lang, Uncle Hua took you to see a doctor last night, shall we treat Uncle Hua to a meal to thank him for his help?" Di Que raised his eyebrows at Di Langlang.

"Okay." Di Langlang nodded and agreed without saying a word, as if he would talk about anything as long as he had food.

Chen Feng's business negotiations in the morning reached an impasse, saying that neither side would make any concessions.Seeing that the deal hadn't progressed for a while, he thought about Di Que again, and directly told Bai Xiaoqi to go back to the company to arrange work, and then drove home by himself.

As soon as Chen Feng entered the door, he saw the antique vase he had photographed in the living room broken into several pieces and lay dead on the ground, and his head buzzed at that moment.

"Di Que?" Chen Feng called out but got no response, and hurried forward a few steps.

When Chen Feng looked closely, it didn't matter, he was startled immediately.There was a little blood on the side of the vase, and the half-packed pieces were left in place without having time to clean them up.

Stains of blood continued to extend to the master bedroom. Chen Feng saw that the door of the master bedroom was wide open, the cabinet doors and drawers had all been opened and turned over, and the items were thrown on the bed and on the floor in a disorderly manner.

"...Di Que? Di Que?" Chen Feng was a little anxious now, he quickly looked around the house again, and found that the kitchen was even more messy, as if a typhoon had passed through, and then he was stupid on the spot.