But when she thought that this child was the child of Zhang Mandie and Liao Donghai, she felt sick for a while.
When Liao Donghai saw her saying this, his brows furrowed even more.
"What do you mean by this!?"
He walked up to her, not knowing whether it was because of a guilty conscience or something else, but his tone also slowed down a lot.
"What do you mean? Why can't I understand Chinese now?"
He Qingqing looked at her with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
"What I mean is... I don't have so many things to do, and you don't have to put all your hopes on me. Since we are all busy with work, we might as well send this child to your parents!"
She walked to the sofa and sat down.
After sitting at a desk all day, my spirit has long been tense. Now sitting on the soft sofa, I instantly feel comfortable all over.
"Qingming, you are really disappointing. This is your child after all. Do you feel guilty when you talk like this?"
After Liao Donghai said these words, he walked to the crib again and picked up the child.
When the child was in the daytime, he hired a nanny, but the nanny only worked the day shift and had to go back at six o'clock in the evening.
Just now when he was on his way to get off work, the nanny started bombarding him with phone calls, saying that He Qingying's phone number couldn't be reached at all.
Liao Donghai was very angry. When he rushed back, he called He Qingyao, but the call was always blind.
It was impossible not to care about his son. When he took his crying and jealous son back from the nanny, Liao Donghai was cursing He Qingyao.
However, now He Qingyao has such an indifferent attitude, which makes Liao Donghai very angry.
But he felt very unreasonable in his heart, so he could only speak to He Qingying softly.
"Qingming, this is our child. Besides, you said before that you will only have one child like this in the future. I also agreed, so now this child is the treasure in the palm of our hands. You see How happily he smiled!"
With that said, Liao Donghai carefully put the child into He Qingying's arms.
Looking at the child in front of him, He Qingqing disliked it very much, from the bottom of his heart.
The deepest feeling in my heart is disgust.
"Liao Donghai!"
He Qingying shouted his name sharply.
Her sharp voice did not frighten the child, but Liao Donghai was frightened.
"Are you sick? If you are so loud, you will scare the children!"
Liao Donghai cursed loudly.
Originally, when He Qingyao spoke loudly, the child did not cry, but now when Liao Donghai scolded loudly, the child was frightened because he was the one approaching the child.
The child was so frightened that he started crying. Seeing the child crying, Liao Donghai felt very distressed and carefully picked up the child.
Even though there was a lot of anger in my heart before, at this time, it turned into nothingness.
He Qingying saw him humming and coaxing the child softly and went to the baby's room.
She went directly upstairs.
I returned to my room, took my pajamas, and went straight to take a shower.
By the time she finished taking a shower and walked downstairs, Liao Donghai had probably coaxed the child.
(End of chapter)