Mr. Huo, there is a baby in the police station who says he is your son.

Did he really pick it up?

I was so careless, how could I forget this card in the hotel and on Feng Minghao's bed?

A look of uneasiness appeared on Han Qiao's face, and he was looking for a reason to get the hairpin back.

"It's just a hairpin. Is there anything worth remembering..."

Before Han Qiao finished speaking, Feng Minghao stretched out his big hand and snatched the hairpin away from her hand. Han Qiao was so quick that he had no time to react, and his deep voice followed closely.

"Although it's just a hairpin, it means a lot to my daughter and me."

In the past few years, whenever he went home and saw Pei'er, he would be inexplicably reminded of the night with Han Qiao Yunyu, and issuing cards was his only way to pass the time in the middle of the night.

"Feng Minghao, please return the hairpin to me." Han Qiao said, putting the box in his hand on the bedside table, then turned around to grab the hairpin from Feng Minghao's hand.

Feng Minghao raised the hand holding the hairpin high to prevent Han Qiao from snatching it away, "I picked this up and it belongs to me now. How can I ask for it back?"

"It's mine, but you picked it up. Now I realize that you should return it to the original owner." Han Qiao took his arm and stood on tiptoes, trying to grab the hairpin. Due to his limited altitude, he always Just barely out of reach.

Peier looked at the two adults in front of her with confusion in her eyes.

What's there to grab from a card issuer?

There is a large box of hairpins in her room, and she can give them to her mother if she likes them.

The most important thing is, isn’t mom looking for her cell phone? And the mobile phone is under the card issuer. Didn’t mom feel that there was something underneath when she took the card issuer?

It's really not something she, a child, can guess through the brain circuits of these adults.

Pei'er shouted loudly: "Mom, if you like hairpins, Pei'er can give you a lot. Dad, he is deliberately diverting your attention. Have you forgotten what you were looking for just now?"

Han Qiao didn't seem to hear, and was still talking to Feng Minghao. Feng Minghao also raised his arms and turned around, teasing Han Qiao. The two of them didn't even notice Pei'er talking next to them, as if Pei'er was talking. Just an outsider.

Pei'er's temples were pounding, and she looked at the two adults who were intoxicated in grabbing the hairpin, and helplessly held her forehead. It seemed that only when she found the phone and put it in front of them would they turn their attention to her.

Thinking like this, she walked to the table with her short legs, reached out to pick up all the medals and certificates in the box, pretended to be surprised, stood next to Feng Minghao and Han Qiao with the box, and raised her voice. call out.

"Hey! Why is there a mobile phone in the box where dad put the medal? Is this mobile phone my mother's mobile phone?"

When Han Qiao and Feng Minghao heard Pei'er's words, they both looked at the box in her hand. A mobile phone lay quietly in the box, as if sleeping.

Han Qiao picked up the phone, looked at it repeatedly, and replied firmly: "Yes, this is my phone."

"Since it's mom's cell phone, why is it in the box? And why is it placed at the bottom after being turned off? Oh! I understand, Dad, did you hide mom's cell phone on purpose so that mom could come to you? ?

Yes, that must be the case, Dad, you are such a dog!

I didn’t expect that you really had the phone! "Pei'er had an innocent smile on her face, opening and closing her mouth, placing all the blame on her father.

Han Qiao stared at Feng Minghao in disbelief and asked, "Is what Pei'er said true? You hid my phone on purpose, right?"

"So what if it is, so what if it's not?" Feng Minghao's face turned completely dark and he was too lazy to talk to Han Qiao.

He was disappointed that he had found a brainless woman, and he was also angry that he was being tricked by his daughter.

This is obviously because Peier put the mobile phone in the box in his room, with the purpose of blaming him and creating family conflicts.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the villain who was covering his mouth and snickering. He was about to get angry when he saw Han Qiao pounce on him, "Feng Minghao, you're just asking for a beating. You're just too much of a bully."

Feng Minghao easily dodged her punch and clamped Han Qiao's hand with his backhand. Han Qiao seemed to have known that he was going to do this for a long time. He stretched out his long legs and attacked his lower body.

Feng Minghao frowned and slapped her thigh with one hand. Han Qiao grinned in pain.

The two of them started fighting with one punch and one kick.

Pei'er looked at the two adults in front of her and took action as they were told. The difference between it and her own imagination was too big. She shook her head, alas! With a long sigh, he put the box in his hand on the table and walked out the door in disappointment.

It seems that it will take some time for such parents to live a loving and sweet life together.

This habit of getting into fights at every turn must be corrected.

When Mr. Feng saw his great-granddaughter coming downstairs with a disappointed look on her face, he hurriedly stepped forward, took her little hand and asked, "Pei'er, what's wrong with you?"

Pei'er pursed her lips in grievance, "Grandpa, dad is so stupid that he can't even make mom happy.

I have created a good opportunity for him. Even if he is smarter, he only needs to say two nice words, such as: I miss you, I miss you all the time; I love you, I want to know you better.

If he said this, my mother would be happy and his wife would catch up with him.

He insists on fighting at every turn, which shows how good he is in martial arts and how powerful he is in fighting. He still doesn't know how to give in to his mother. I saw her crying in pain.

Even a woman would not like such a man. He is simply a stick, a lump of wood, and has no understanding of his style. "

"He dares to hit your mother? Grandpa will teach him a lesson now and stop him. I must serve him according to the law of the family."

Mr. Feng rolled up his sleeves, pretended to be angry, and raised his feet to rush to the second floor.

Pei'er saw her great-grandfather looking like he was about to hit someone, and felt soft for a moment. Worried that her father would be beaten, Pei'er hurriedly grabbed the old man in front of her.

"Grandpa, don't be impulsive. I think my father won't really hurt my mother. Let's just wait and see what happens."

The palms and backs of her hands were full of flesh. Whether it was her father or her mother, she didn't want any of them to get hurt.

"That's fine. We, the grandparents, will go to eat first. When they are tired and hungry from the beatings, they will naturally come down. After all, your father and mother are young and experienced beatings.

Besides, based on my great-great-grandfather’s experience, your mother is also a practitioner, so your father may not be able to hurt her.

It's not clear who will hit whom between the two of them? "

Mr. Feng didn't really want to get involved in Feng Minghao and Han Qiao's affairs. They were both adults and could handle their own matters.

He was such a bad old man that he wouldn't bring trouble to himself. He just saw Pei'er sad, so he deliberately opened up to Pei'er.

"Okay, great-grandpa is right. Secretly tell great-grandfather that I just saw mom knock dad down and pin him down." Pei'er covered her mouth and snickered.

"Hahaha~ Really? It seems that I can have a great-grandson again! Pei'er will have a younger brother or younger sister." Mr. Feng laughed happily.