President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Aibao also nodded vigorously, and he had already started to imagine the scene after letting Huo Hangzhi be his father in his mind.

"Aibao," Kebao stepped forward and said with a straight face, "You can't do this."

Immediately afterwards, he looked at Dou Sprout again, "Mo, thank you for your kindness, but there is no need to talk about this matter, we don't need this daddy."

No need, no need!

Because Huo Hangzhi already has a fiancée, and he will get married soon, maybe he will have a child of his own.

At that time, the father's love will be divided into two, half for the new child and half for Dou Sprouts.

How sad would Douya be if she had to share half of Douya'er with Aibo?

Furthermore, they and Huo Hangzhi are not from the same world at all.

If it wasn't for the treatment, he wouldn't be involved in this life.

Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain, and it is better to extinguish the hope of Aibo in the cradle from now on.

"Why, brother," Aibao was so anxious that tears came down, pattering like broken beads, "I like Uncle Huo very much."

It would be great if Uncle Huo could be his daddy!

"Aibao," Kebao pressed his sister's shoulders and explained in a low voice, "Uncle Huo is very good, but if he becomes our daddy, he has to marry Mommy, but Uncle Huo has a fiancée, Mommy Mi doesn't like Uncle Huo either, do you have the heart to force Mommy to be with someone she doesn't like?"

Aibo's eye circles were red, but she still understood.

She likes Uncle Huo very much, but she loves Mummy even more.

Don't do anything to make Mommy sad.

After sniffing hard, Aibao said with a strong nasal voice, "Thank you, Mo, but I still don't want Uncle Huo to be my daddy. He will be Uncle Huo, which is very good."

Bean Sprout was anxious, "Why, I've already said that my dad can agree, don't be afraid!"

"Because Aibao has an uncle he likes better than your daddy." Kebao lied to make Douya'er give up this idea.

Bean Sprout looked disappointed, "Really, uncle who is better than my daddy?"

Aibao then lied, "Yes, yes, it is thousands of times better than Uncle Huo. I like that uncle very much. If possible, I will let that uncle be my daddy."

Hearing this, Dou Sprout was completely disappointed.

Lying back on the hospital bed and looking at the ceiling, I feel that the whole world has lost its color.

Such a good sister, gone!

Being depressed, Huo Hangzhi opened the door and walked in, sitting on the small sofa, his slender legs crossed wantonly, elegant and extravagant.

It's just that the cold air around him is surging, and it looks a little scary.

Aibao was still sad just now, when he saw Huo Hangzhi, he quickly wiped away his tears, and ran over to pour tea for him.

"Uncle Huo, this is chrysanthemum tea, it's good for clearing your heart!" Aibao said.

Although I can't let Uncle Huo be my father, it's good to be an uncle!

Huo Hangzhi hummed without even lifting his eyelids, "Leave it alone."

She doesn't even have the slightest intention to talk to Aibao.

The tone was even more indifferent.

Aibao uses boiling water to make tea, and the paper cup is not insulated. After holding it for a while, his fingertips are already burning and hurting.

Seeing that Huo Hangzhi ignored her, her eyes turned red again, she put down the paper cup, shrank in the corner, and gently blew on her red fingertips.

It hurts so much that I want to cry.

Huo Hangzhi was reading the documents at first, but he couldn't calm down. The white mist from the cup of tea in front of him interfered with his sight, and he was very irritable.

She's just a little girl, she likes other uncles more, so go for it.

He doesn't care!

But out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the poor Aibao in the corner, as if he had been poked into the softest part of his heart.

He got up, walked to Aibao, stretched out his hand towards her, "show me your hand."