My Guardian Mr Bo

Naturally, Qin Shuangshuang would not refuse, nodded, and did not forget to tell him, "Be gentle, don't wake him up."

"My son, how can he be so squeamish."

As Rong Bei said, he had already walked over.

Xiao Rongzhan was inexplicably frightened. Why didn't he understand anything strange what Daddy and Mommy said just now?

But right now, feeling a dark shadow gradually leaning towards him, his small body pretending to be asleep slowly became a little stiff, and his breathing was a little disordered.

How could Rong Bei notice so much? He walked up to his son and watched him sleeping on his stomach. He stretched out his hand and gently fiddled with the broken hair on his son's forehead to see if he was sweating or cold. of.

Then he pulled the blanket over and wrapped it around him.

These are all natural movements without thinking.

At this moment, Rong Bei looked at his son's face that resembled his own, and thought of his little temper. He suddenly remembered what his wife said to him in the car before.

She said that capacity Cham jealous, Daddy always said, like my brother, do not like him, do not love him, and always reprimand beat him, he hates Daddy.

When Rong Bei drove and listened to the words, he didn't care at first and didn't take the children's words seriously, but when he heard his wife say that his son hated him, he knew it clearly and felt it all at once. It seemed so strong that it was hit.

It's extra stuffy, extra painful.

He was displeased at the time, and desperately cursed in front of his wife: "That stinky kid who doesn't know what to do!"

But in the bottom of my heart, after the dullness and pain, he also seriously thought, how could his son hate him?

Why does the son hate him?

Is he really doing something bad?

Isn't it right to educate him strictly? Don't think about life and death when he was a child, and no one will care about him if he wants to be disciplined.

But even though he was unhappy in his heart, because of the disgusting sentence, he suddenly softened his attitude.

How could his son hate him?

After Rong Bei wrapped him in a blanket, his big palm couldn't help but patted his little butt, and muttered, "You little bastard!"

Then he hugged his son horizontally and walked to his room.

Xiao Rongzhan originally came to see Daddy put a blanket on him, but he still cared about him. He still had some comfort, but he didn't want to hit him in the next second, and even scolded him. He really didn't fall asleep Forget to teach him.

Xiao Rong Zhan felt a little wronged inexplicably.

Rong Bei took him back to the room, placed him on the bed, took off his shoes, socks, and clothes on his body. Although his movements were not as gentle as Qin Shuangshuang, he was already very light, so he wiped his feet with a hot towel. Cover him with a quilt.

But he didn't rush to leave, instead, he sat on the edge of his little bed and sat quietly for a while.

Rong Bei bowed his head and sighed, then he turned his gaze away to look at his son, stretched out his hand, and helped the little guy tuck in the quilt. Rong Bei whispered, "Son, do you hate your old man?"

Xiao Rong Zhan was so excited that he almost responded with words.

Rong Bei couldn't help but slapped his little **** through the quilt, "Smelly boy, you are Lao Tzu's son, your father, I don't love you, don't love you, who do you love? Teach you not for your good? "

After drinking, Rong Bei would inevitably talk a lot, especially--