I never thought that the child could be so stubborn.
"Grandpa, I will pay attention to it in the future." Han Shaoqi said perfunctorily.
Who knows if there will be a next time. If that person is Ning Xiaotong, I don't mind doing it again.
Mr. Han looked at Han Shaoqi's perfunctory attitude and his beard trembled. Seeing that Han Shaoqi might not be able to listen if he talked too much, Qi'er had his own ideas, but sometimes he was a little too extreme.
Changing the subject, "Is there still no news about the child?"
When he thought of this question, Han Shaoqi frowned even more tightly and shook his head.
Mr. Han sighed, "This child Xiaotong is also suffering." Suddenly something came to mind, and Mr. Han continued to ask, "Did Huangfu Lin promise you to take Xiaotong away?"
Han Shaoqi then shook his head, "I'm not sure yet, but Luo Qian told me to wait a little longer."
Mr. Han immediately understood the reason. I am afraid that girl Luo Qian was playing a role in it, otherwise both sides would lose today.
"Yes." Mr. Han responded and went back to his room on crutches.
After waiting for Han Shaoqi in the room for most of the night, his old bones were clearly unable to hold on. He couldn't help but sigh. He was really old. He couldn't even stay up all night. I thought back then, when I could work continuously for several days and nights without feeling tired.
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Han Shaoqi helped Mr. Han back to the room.
The room was dark, and the bright moonlight outside the window shone in, and a faint glimmer of light could be seen.
Han Shaoqi did not turn on the light, and lay quietly on the bed, looking at the full moon hanging in the sky.
Gradually, the moon gradually changed into the figure of a person, smiling at himself, smiling innocently and cheerfully.
In the blink of an eye, the face in front of him became lifeless again.
I woke up in an instant and opened my eyes, only to realize that I had just had a dream.
During this period of time, I have been changing, changing the image of the playboy in the past, and starting to think more comprehensively about things.
When planning a plan, I have to think about it no less than a thousand times, fearing that there will be even the slightest mistake.
Looking from the window, there was a faint light in the sky, but when I opened the window, I found that it was still dark outside.
Large swaths of snowflakes, like goose feathers, began to fall one after another, and a thick layer had accumulated on the ground, reflecting the dazzling white light.
He stretched out his hand, and a snowflake fell on his hand. In the blink of an eye, it melted into droplets, resembling the shape of tears.
The surroundings were eerily quiet.
His eyes were focused on the distance. Through the layers of mountains, the villas could not be seen at all.
Thick snow was piled on the branches, and when the wind passed by, you could hear the sound of snowballs rolling down.
Just at this moment, the cell phone rang.
The tenderness in his eyes just now disappeared in an instant, and his expression returned to expressionless.
I glanced at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number.
"Hello." Han Shaoqi said calmly, with no hint of happiness or anger in his tone.
"Master Han, I am Song Gang."
Han Shaoqi frowned, waiting for Song Gang's next words.
Huangfu Lin's people will not call him for no reason.
"Brother Lin asked you to come and pick up Xiaotong."
As soon as Song Gang finished speaking, a hint of surprise flashed across Han Shaoqi's cold brows, and in an instant, his stiff face became vivid.
There was an uncontrollable smile on the corner of his lips, and his voice was filled with undisguised joy, "I know, I will arrange it."
Looking at the blackened phone screen, Song Gang sighed slightly. If Ning Xiaotong left, Brother Lin would probably be even more sad.