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Chapter 1160 Novice on the road, please give me advice

Hong Haier looked around at the family hugging each other tightly, and thought of his father's indifference and mediocrity just now, and his heart became more and more uncomfortable.Feeling a faint throbbing between breaths.

Why, his father, can't he care about him and love him?

The mood that had just been calmed down by Xiao Nineteen's kiss instantly sank again, and even intensified inexplicably.

Big teardrops rolled out of the eye sockets "pattapatta".

"Wow" cried aloud.

Immediately afterwards, the tears followed the broken beads, one after another.

Shenqiong: "..." What happened?
The man narrowed his eyes, and walked quickly to the front of the red boy.He wanted to habitually reach out and touch his little head, but he still held a weighty chestnut in his hand, so he had no choice but to give up this idea.

"Red Boy, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

There was no physical contact, and the distance between the two was a punch.Compared to other people who embrace each other tightly, wishing to rub each other to the bone and never separate again, Honghaier and Shenqiong are obviously much less distant.

Seeing this, Hong Haier cried even harder.

The small chest heaved violently.The panting was very rapid, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

It was the first time Shenqiong saw Honghaier like this.The sword eyebrows could not help but frown, could it be that the red boy was born by absorbing the strength of others, in a sense, he was born prematurely by force, he lost a lot of blood just now, and his body is weak?
Thinking of this, Shen Qiong became uncertain, his right hand was still holding the chestnut, and his non-dominant left hand carefully stroked Hong Hai'er's wrist. While examining it carefully, he seemed to think to himself: "Is it a wound?" Cracked? Or..."

His fingertips are like warm jade.

His murmur was like a stream of heat.

The heart-warming temperature poured into Hong Hai'er's body, and his restless heart gradually returned to normal, and the sound of howling and crying weakened at some point.

There are tears in the corners of the eyes.The eye circles were red, and she looked quite pitiful.

The little man pursed his lips, and after a while, as if mustering up his courage, he slowly said, "Papa... From now on, don't you think [can you] be more like you are now... care about me?"

His voice was very soft, like a tone of discussion, but it was like a boulder smashing into Shenqiong's heart lake, breaking the calm and causing ripples.

Shen Qiong froze there.

For a while, there were mixed feelings, and it was hard to tell whether it was shock, bitterness, or guilt.

Ever since he was born as a red boy, he wanted to educate his blood well, and he defined himself as a strict father according to the parenting scriptures.If the child falls, he will not help him until he stands up by himself.When the child cries, he won't coax him. If he has the ability, he will cry until he grows old...

However, how can fathers in the world be distinguished so simply by strict fathers and loving fathers?
Strict and merciful, he usually uses it on his subordinates with ease, but forgets to use it on his own son.

"Okay." It was still the same simple answer as usual, but calm and powerful, as if making a lifetime oath.Shenqiong put his hand on Honghai'er's wrist, moved it to the top of the boy's furry head, paused, and then said: "Honghai'er, I am a father for the first time, and I am a novice, so I have many shortcomings. If there is a similar situation in the future , I hope you can listen to me as frankly as you do today, and give me more advice in the future."

(End of this chapter)