fair play.

At this time, Ling Jinyan realized that he had been hugging her with Yang Liu's waist for a long time. After the child's reminder, he let go of his hand and pushed him away with his palm, "Stay away from me."

Yu Luoren: "You hugged me just now."

"If you don't rob me of cigarettes, will I hug you?"

"If you don't smoke, will I grab it?"

Two people say one sentence to me.

The little girl pouted and watched the two adults quarrel in front of the children.

Just listened, Ling Jinyan threatened with an airs, "Do you say it again?"

Yu Luoren shook his head.

Ling Suiyang said: "Why are you quarreling with us children like this? A childish ghost."

Both of them pursed their lips, they were really childish, and they were just those two sentences around.

Yu Luoren is also afraid of his superiors. He is the president, and it is possible for him to be unhappy, so he no longer talks back.

Finally no one sang against him in his ears. Ling Jinyan calmed down. He remembered that Ling Zhen had asthma, which was inherited from generation to generation and was inherited from his daughter. His father was angry.

He didn't care how bad Ling Zhen was about him, but he passed on the root of the harm to his daughter from generation to generation, and his tight hand creaked.

When he got into the car, Ling Jinyan asked again: "When did you find it?"

She took the hard work of the past with her mouth, "When Suiyang was two years old, she suddenly couldn't move. She only found out she had asthma when she went to the hospital. I asked my uncle, no one in our family had this disease, does your family have it?"

"Lingzhen!"

Yu Luoren understood it, and she said: "I think so, so it can be understood. I have checked that major logarithmic asthma will have a family history of asthma."

Suiyang looked innocent, and she asked in the back seat: "Mommy, what did you say? What does my illness have to do with my uncle's family?"

Neither of them explained to her.

Arrive at home.

When they separated, Ling Jinyan suddenly said to Yu Luoren: "Come to me later."

The little girl protects her mother with a domineering attitude, "You like my mother, please wait in line. Uncle Wencheng is not yet in front of you, you can't go to the line."

Ling Jinyan stopped, walked towards his daughter, bent down and asked, "Who is Uncle Wencheng?"

"It may become my daddy's person in the future."

Yu Luoren couldn't help but wonder when Liu Wencheng would have the chance to become his daughter's daddy?

Ling Jinyan asked again: "What should you do with your daddy?"

"My dad already... umm"

Before Ling Suiyang finished speaking, her mother covered her mouth and made her unable to make a sound, "Ah! President, I'll go find you later. We'll go back first, goodbye."

Yu Luoren dragged the meat buns' daughter and pulled her into the house.

Paji!

The door is closed.

Fortunately, my daughter was stopped from saying what her daddy died again.

This misunderstanding is too deep.

"Suiyang, what happened to Wencheng just now?"

The little girl changed into slippers, ran back to the house, and took out a piggy bank, "Mommy, this is the registration fee that Uncle Wencheng gave me. A large jar is full of banknotes and checks."

Yu Luoren glanced roughly and asked, "How much did he earn?"

"I can't even count it." The rich woman Suiyang happily put the piggy bank on the sofa and began to count.

When Ling Jinyan returned home, he immediately called his subordinates and told them to find the best asthma doctor and cast a large net to find the best in the world.

He took his mobile phone and started searching for precautions related to asthma, how to cure it, etc.
Chapter completed!