Ye Shao Meng spoils his little wife

It was almost 2 o'clock in the afternoon from early morning to now, and Luo Qiu'an hadn't woken up yet, Ji Chenhao couldn't wait any longer, so he called Ajie from the hospital again.

Ajie was very speechless, and couldn't help muttering and complaining in a low voice, "Yesterday I left him at home and ignored him, and worriedly called you everywhere, and even caused him to take care of you all night. Now I know I'm in a hurry? Why did you go so early?" .”

"What did you say?" Ji Chenhao asked immediately, looking at him coldly.

Ajie's back felt cold, no way, he could kick the tiger's butt like this, he replied weakly, "Brother, don't be so fierce, why don't you just make a joke, just a joke."

Hurry up to Luo Qiuan and go to work, or you will be killed by those fierce eyes.

After carefully checking for a while, he said to Ji Chenhao, "Brother, sister-in-law is really fine, she's just too tired and hasn't woken up yet, it'll be fine if she gets enough sleep later."

Ji Chenhao nodded, signaling him to go out first.

Ajie was eager to get out of the way, and ran away happily. He saw Xiaobao sitting on one side with his head lowered, and asked as he walked, "Xiaobao, what are you looking at?"

Xiaobao had a bitter face, "Uncle Ajie, is my mommy okay?"

"It's nothing, she just fell asleep." Ajie poked his head over and looked at the things in his hand.

It turned out to be a painting, in which a family of four had a picnic, the weather was sunny and the grass was green, it was really good, he, an old man, looked at it and felt as if he was there.

He asked, "Xiaobao, did you draw this painting?"

Xiaobao hummed, "This is my birthday present for Dad, but he doesn't seem to like it at all."

Ajie picked up the painting, only to see a row of childish characters below: Dad, happy birthday!

"Xiaobao, no, your painting is so beautiful, your father will definitely like it."

"Really?" Xiaobao didn't really believe Ajie's words. If this was the case, why didn't Dad see the painting he put on the table, but stuffed it into the cabinet.

If he hadn't gotten up early in the morning to find food for Luo Luo, he wouldn't have found it.

However, Xiaobao really misunderstood President Ji for this matter, and it was hidden by Luo Qiuan who was so ashamed and angry. As the ultimate culprit, President Ji accidentally took the blame.

Ajie patted his chest and said reassuringly, "Yes, if you don't believe me, we can send it to him right away."

Turning around, I saw Ji Chenhao standing behind.

When did he come, he walked without making a sound, it was terrible.

With Ajie's encouragement, Xiaobao brought the painting in front of Ji Chenhao, "Dad, this is my birthday present to you. Happy birthday to you."

Ji Chenhao took over his son's painting with his body, and then hugged him, "Thank you, Xiaobao."

"Dad, do you like it?" Xiaobao's cautious eyes hurt his heart, and he replied softly, "Xiaobao, Daddy likes it very much."

When Xiaobao heard this, his eyes burst out of laughter with joy.

"It would be even better if you could come back last night. Mommy and I blew up a lot of balloons for you and decorated the place. We even made cakes for you with our own hands. She also made a lot of dishes you like. We originally I'm going to give you a Supprise."

Ji Chenhao's heart was turbulent, but he still asked calmly, "What happened next?"

Xiaobao lowered his head in embarrassment, "Later, I fell asleep when I couldn't wait for you. When I woke up this morning, I found that the balloons were gone, and there was nothing left."

The tone is regrettable.

Ji Chenhao remembered that when he came back last night, there was no such thing as what Xiaobao said at home, so it could only mean that someone had cleared the venue in advance, and it was very likely that they knew something, so they did that.

"Ajie, what do you say?"

As soon as Ajie arrived at the door, he was called by his name before he could run away.

From what he said just now, Ji Chenhao was almost sure that he was the one.

Ajie sat down on the sofa with his head drooping, and said, "Brother, don't blame me. I don't know that my sister-in-law doesn't know that yesterday was your mother's death day. She asked me where you were, so I just said it casually, but there are many other things. Yes, I didn't say a word."

The most critical part has been said, and the other irrelevant things, it makes no difference whether to say it or not.

If it wasn't for his son's presence, Ji Chenhao really couldn't help scolding him.

"Okay, you can go."

The same inhuman way of chasing away guests, but this time, Ajie thought it was the most pleasant, and immediately replied, "Well, brother, there is something waiting for me in the hospital, so I'll leave first."

Then he waved his hand to Xiaobao, "Xiaobao, goodbye, next time Uncle Ajie will play with you again."

Xiao Bao also shook his hand and said, "Uncle Ajie, goodbye."

Ji Chenhao squatted down, touched his son's smiling face, and felt extremely guilty, "Xiaobao, Dad told you that Dad's birthday is also the anniversary of the death of a very important relative of Dad, so after she passed away, Dad will no longer celebrate his birthday, you Can you forgive Dad?"

Xiao Bao propped his head up, looking deep in thought.

Ji Chenhao thought, how could he be so confused, his son is only five years old, how could he understand such a complicated issue.

"It's okay, Xiaobao, Dad..."

"Dad, I don't blame you. Although I don't know who the relative you mentioned is, I believe that it must be someone you like very much, just like Mommy and I. So, I don't blame you. , I will give you all the birthday presents I prepared for you on the second day of your birthday, is that okay?"

Xiaobao's words surprised Ji Chenhao again, and at the same time, moved him very much. He couldn't help hugging his son, and replied, "Okay."

As the sun went down, Luo Qiuan woke up slowly, but this time he slept really comfortably.

She got up from the bed and almost bumped into Ji Chenhao's head beside him.

"Why are you guarding me here?" The anger that was hard to vent last night, now after a night, has begun to slowly seep out uncontrollably.

Ji Chenhao helped her straighten her messy hair at the temples, and took the clothes on the side to help her drape over her shoulders, so caring and meticulous.

Thinking that a simple show of affection would be enough, Luo Qiuan turned his face away, unwilling to accept it.

It wasn't because Ji Chenhao didn't come back in time to live with them, but because his mother's death day was on the same day as his birthday, so he didn't tell her about such an important matter.

"An'an, I'm sorry."

This is the second time Ji Chenhao apologized to her since last night.

Luo Qiuan looked at him and asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you why, let you mother and son be sad and sad with me." He felt that this kind of sadness was enough for one person, and he was used to it.

Luo Qiuan raised one hand and touched his stomach with the other, "Then what are these to you? Your accessories, or rather, the flavoring agent in your indifferent world."