Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

"Father, I've finished eating." Xiaochi slid off his chair, and came to Wen Jili with the bowl he had eaten clean.

Wen Jili took his bowl, put it aside, hugged Xiaochi onto the sofa, first asked him if his stomach was not feeling well, saw him shaking his head, then took Qin Jing's hand and placed it in front of Xiaochi.

"Xiaochi, didn't you say last time that you want to be called uncle? Uncle was married before Xiaochi came back. And she is uncle's wife." He touched Qin Jing's abdomen again, "Uncle's child Here, I am slowly growing up."

Xiaochi's big eyes opened wide, looking at Qin Jing's stomach, tears suddenly filled his eyes, his hands tremblingly touched Qin Jing's stomach, his small palms pressed against his thin face, childish and innocent Looking at Qin Jing.

"Xiao Chi also wants to be father's child, sister, can you put Xiao Chi in your stomach too? If it comes out like this, Xiao Chi is father's child. Dad will not leave Xiao Chi." [

Xiaochi's voice was very sincere and immature, so Qin Jing knew that this was not a joke, it was really Xiaochi's heartfelt voice, childish and ignorant, what he said was the most distressing and bitter.

[Xiao Chi also wants to be his father's child, sister, can you put Xiao Chi in your stomach too?In this way, Xiaochi is his father's child.Dad won't leave Xiaochi anymore. 】

In this case, the innocence and ignorance are beyond words, and Xiaochi's eyes are too sincere, which makes people feel unbearable.

She turned her head away from Xiaochi, sniffing her sore nose, but her eyes began to get dizzy with water vapor. Qin Jing covered his mouth with his hands to keep himself from making a sound. Wen Jili patted Qin Jing's back lightly, "Don't even think about it." Too much, just listen to what children say."

Hearing Wen Jili's words, Xiaochi lowered his head, playing with his fingers, the voice was almost inaudible, coming from his pale lips.

"Xiaochi knew that he was not his father's child. In the past, when his mother was angry, she would tell Xiaochi that if Xiaochi was his father's child, his father would not abandon Xiaochi, and would not leave Xiaochi alone in France and return to China by himself. Mom always asks Xiaochi why he isn't his father's child. But Xiaochi also wants to be his father's child."

Xiaochi clutched Qin Jing's shirt tail, with water vapor in his terrifying big eyes, begging in a low voice.

"Sister, can you put Xiaochi in your stomach too? Xiaochi eats very little, and eats very slowly. He won't compete with the child in sister's stomach, and really won't compete with sister's child. Sister, Can you put Xiaochi in your stomach, Xiaochi wants to be his father's child. In that way, Xiaochi will have a father."

Xiaochi's low voice still rang in his ears, Qin Jing just leaned on Wen Jili's shoulder and remained silent.

After a long time, Wen Rongqi's voice broke the silence, "What's wrong with him?",

Qin Jing moved his head away from Wen Jili's shoulder, wiped his face, brushed away his messy hair, and glanced at Xiaochi.

Clutching his stomach and biting his lower lip, he was already curled up in pain, lying on the sofa, his forehead wet with cold sweat, but he still bit his lips so hard that he could not make a sound.

Qin Jing quickly pushed Wen Jili, a little panicked, "Wen Jili, Wen Jili, does he have a stomachache again?"

When Xiaochi returned to normal again, the supposedly festive New Year's Day was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

"Why did he suddenly have a stomachache?" Qin Jing asked when Wen Jili held Xiaochi in his arms and changed into a new set of clean clothes, looking at Xiaochi who had become weak again.