Mr. He’s Daily Affections

He Jingyao put away his cell phone, walked to He Yirong's bed and sat down, picked up an apple, and cut it carelessly.

"I told you to accompany me, are you very unhappy?" He Yirong glared at him, "I'm still not your old son? Do you understand filial piety?"

"I was still sleeping in the bed with my wife in bed. I knew you were sick, so I came to visit you as soon as possible." He Jingyao's tone was lazy, "Isn't this filial piety?"

"Your sister is not as impatient as you!" He Yirong dissatisfied tone, "Sure enough, she is still intimate!

He Jingyao raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, but when he didn't hear, he handed him the pitted apple: "The apple you want."

He Yirong frowned and took a bite.

"Right, that kid... called Xiaobao, didn't you say that it was your son? Let you go to a paternity test, how come you refuse? The more you refuse, the more I doubt you are in Mongolia. Me!" He Yirong looked at him with suspicion.

"I know Xiaobao is my son." He Jingyao ticked his lips. "As for you, believe it or not, it's your own business."

He Yirong almost fell back!

The same is said, anyway, he also had surgery, even if he didn’t believe it!

He Yirong endured the congestion and rubbed his chest: "Go, go back to the old house and get me a document."

He Jingyao glanced at him: "Do you treat me as a secretary?"

"Are you still not my son?" He Yirong was almost mad at him. "I let you get it, because the document is very important and cannot be seen by others! That document is in my study, in the bookcase. The third row is that you can hurry and get it when you find it.

He Jingyao had to stand up: "OK, you have a good rest, I will go."

"Let He Bing accompany you." He Yirong urged.

He Jingyao hooked the corner of his lips recklessly.

...

Last night, He Yirong was suddenly uncomfortable. Liu Minjun and Zi Yi rushed him to the hospital in a hurry, and then stayed with He Yirong until He Jingyao came, and they went back to rest.

At this point, they probably made up for sleep in the old house.

Because He Jingyao's movements are very light.

He went straight to He Yirong's study, opened the door and walked in.

He Bing stood at the door of the study waiting for him.

He Jingyao searched for a while before he found the document He Yirong requested, but he turned it around and did not feel how important the document was.

He frowned and was about to leave the study, but when he turned around, he found something wrong.

The study door was closed.

He Jingyao said in a deep voice: "He Bing?"

There was a noise outside, but no one responded.

He Jingyao strode to the door and squeezed hard-very well, the study door was locked from the outside.

His eyes fell, and he twisted hard a few times, and his voice dripped out: "He Bing, open the door."

Only outside came He Bingzhan's trembling voice: "Young Master... This is what He Dong ordered, and I can't help it."

He Jingyao smiled angrily.

He took out his phone and found that the signal was blocked.

His hands clenched fiercely, trying to calm himself down: "What on earth did he want to do?"

As a result, as soon as his voice fell, the landline in the study rang.

He Jingyao walked over with a sullen face and picked up: "He Yirong!"

"It's not big or small!" He Yirong blamed, but the voice revealed a little smug.