Doudou's eyes suddenly lit up, he forgot about his previous complaints, and happily ordered a lot of his favorite dishes, drooling as he talked, like a greedy little cat.
Qi Rui found that her precious daughter was a little bit careless. When she heard about food, she forgot everything.
Of course, this is a quality that only a pampered child can possess. She is carefree and supported by her parents and brothers. She lacks nothing and no one dares to bully her.
So fine.
Chen Xuan just smiled, as long as his sister was happy, he would be solely responsible for it.
Qingting looked at these lovely children, and no matter how bad his mood was, he disappeared.
This is good, she is very happy and does not want to let other things ruin her peaceful life.
Qingting continued to work at three o'clock and one line at a time, going to the company to deliver meals, picking up the children from school, and then going home. His life was very ordinary.
She seemed to have forgotten about Ye Anguo's illness and didn't even mention it, let alone visit him.
Some people may say that she is cold-hearted, but she is a very self-centered person and does not care about other people's opinions.
Qi Rui observed her for a few days and finally felt relieved when he saw that there was nothing unusual about her.
It’s another new day. Qingting prepared stir-fried shredded rice, cucumber salad, cola chicken drumsticks, and a seafood pot that was full of ingredients, including crabs, lobsters, and small yellow croakers, all in color, flavor, and flavor.
This seafood hot pot is a takeaway package. Last night, Qi Rui had a whim and asked for the signature dish of this seafood restaurant, so she went over and ordered one.
Everything was left to the two bodyguards. She stepped out of the car and walked at the front, looking at the blue sky and feeling very good.
Suddenly, several reporters appeared out of nowhere and pointed guns and cannons at her.
"Miss Ye, I heard that your father is seriously ill. Have you ever visited him?"
Qingting's face darkened, with a look of hesitation.
"Miss Ye, have you and your daughter reconciled yet? At this time, should you take the initiative to seek peace?"
"Miss Ye, take a step back and stop being stubborn. No matter how bad he is, he is still the one who gave birth to you."
"That is, people need to know how to be grateful."
Qingting sneered in her heart, she said it so easily and so lightly, but she was labeled as an unfilial daughter.
Although she didn't care about reputation, she was still very unhappy hearing such words.
"Grateful? If I don't recognize him, I'm not grateful. Is that what you mean?"
Her words were too sharp, and the displeasure on her face was too obvious. Many reporters shrank back, not wanting to offend her.
Well, it's really hard to say.
Morally speaking, Ye Qingting has to take the responsibility of taking care of her sick father, but it seems a bit difficult to ask her to donate a kidney.
It is her freedom whether to donate or not. Donating shows that she does not dislike old sins and values love and justice.
Not donating can only mean that she still can't let go of that past.
But some people want to take advantage of this opportunity, "Huh? He did a lot of wrong things in the past and hurt your feelings, but now that he knows he was wrong, you have to bow your head in time and rebuild the relationship between father and daughter.
Write a good story."
His tongue was as bright as a lotus flower, and he kept saying one thing after another, "Besides, at this time, you have to take care of your sick old father both emotionally and rationally."
He even moved himself, how touching it was.
But no matter how nice it is, it is nothing more than a moral kidnapping.
Is it really moral to force others to do things they don't want to do?
The corners of Qingting's mouth curled up, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
"You are really a filial son, which is touching. It's a pity that I am not."