"Similar to Lucky Dad's dog, we have a dog named Jinbao, okay? Mom likes dogs very much."
Zhao Tingxing: "Does your mother like dogs or people?"
He knew that Han Li didn't like dogs. The old man who guarded the gate of the construction site used to have a shepherd dog. Every time she passed by, she would hide behind him.
But the dog was very close to her. When she left the construction site, the dog chased her car for several miles.
Many forgotten things gradually became clear in my mind. The clearer they became, the more uncomfortable and uncomfortable they became.
However, Han Zhaoyi was still inserting his knife into the side: "I like people as well as dogs."
"What about you?" he asked.
"I like them all too."
"I asked you whether you like Jiang Mu more or me?"
"It can't be compared like this. Lucky dad is the person mom likes, and you are my dad."
When Zhao Tingxing heard him say the word dad, his chest hurt and his eyes became hot, but his mouth was unforgiving: "You still know that I am your dad, and you have never called me dad."
Han Zhaoyi: "Whenever you treat your mother well, I will call you daddy."
"Little bastard." He wiped his face randomly with a towel again, "Let's go play."
After playing until very late, the father and son went to have dinner again. Very late, they sent Han Zhaoyi back to Han Li's residence.
Han Zhaoyi fell asleep in the car, so he didn't carry him upstairs, waiting for Han Li to come down and pick him up.
Han Li was actually relieved that Zhao Tingxing was taking care of the child. She hadn't contacted them in the past two days, and it was not convenient to contact them. She didn't send him back so late, so she sent a message asking him to send him directly to the kindergarten tomorrow.
She was at home these two days, mainly going to the home shopping mall with Jiang Mu to buy some household supplies. In the afternoon, Jiang Mu had something to do in the store. As soon as she finished sending a message to Zhao Tingxing, she received his reply: He's downstairs.
Come down, come down and take it.
Han Li had just finished taking a shower and was wearing a suspender nightgown, so he put a shawl outside to wrap it up, put on his slippers and went down, just to pick up Han Zhaoyi.
Zhao Tingxing's car was parked there very conspicuously, with double flashes and no one got out of the car.
She went over and knocked on his window, asking him to open the back door.
Zhao Tingxing didn't open the door, and looked at the woman outside through the glass. She was slightly bent, with a cold expression, and tapped on his window. Even though she was wrapped in a shawl outside, he could imagine what she was like inside. She was so familiar.
Han Li knocked on the window again, and Zhao Tingxing opened the door of the cab, and he got out of the car immediately. Han Li took two steps back, and then heard a clang, and the car door closed behind him.
Under the darkness, before Han Li could react, he had already grabbed her and pressed her in front of the car.
"Let go, you're crazy." She stretched out her hand to push him, but she couldn't.
He was always rude and arrogant, and she was no match for him. In order to distance herself from him, she could only lean back infinitely, with her back almost touching the front hood of the car.
The further she leaned back, the further Zhao Tingxing moved forward, always staying close to her, his breath falling on her shoulders and neck.
Her shawl was scattered on the front cover of the car, and she had an unobstructed view of the scenery in front. There was a very light red at her collarbone. When Zhao Tingxing saw it, his eyes were slightly hot. He lowered his head and took a deep breath of the faint red, and sucked it out with himself.