After rebirth, cute twins want dad to hug them

The two of them had just left the import store and were standing under the telephone pole. But at this moment, He Zhaoqing froze, his face pale, his eyes slightly widened, staring not far away.

Lu Miaozhu realized something was wrong. She frowned and looked in the direction of He Zhaoqing's gaze.

At this sight, Lu Miaozhu's blood flowed backwards for a moment, and his hands and feet became cold.

She opened her mouth.

At this moment, his voice was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

Because, at this moment, the person who appeared in front of the two of them was no one else. It's Lu Jinsong.

He is her father, He Zhaoqing's husband.

In his forties, he is in his prime.

He has black hair and is full of energy and has a tall and thin figure.

He was wearing a black tunic suit, his figure was straight, his features were firm and thin, his eyes were heavy, one hand was in his pocket, and the other hand was playing with two walnuts.

One after another, very slow and smooth. And right next to him, stood a woman.

Wearing a beautiful western-style dress, high heels, bright red lipstick, and bright red nails.

The woman looked to be in her thirties and well-maintained. She was standing next to Lu Jinsong, smiling and saying something.

She stretched out her hand and pointed at the import store. Lu Jinsong looked calm, nodded, and motioned for her to go in.

Then, the woman walked in, and the salesperson who had been so indifferent before seemed to have seen the sponsor. She quickly put down her nail polish and walked out from behind the counter.

The relationship between the two is self-evident.

Lu Miaozhu looked towards He Zhaoqing almost reflexively.

The light in He Zhaoqing's eyes dimmed instantly.

She instinctively turned around and hid behind the telephone pole. Although her eyes were a little sore, she didn't want to show her embarrassment in front of her daughter.

Seeing Lu Miaozhu looking towards him, He Zhaoqing reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth, and then showed a smile.

"It's nothing, I already knew it."

He Zhaoqing heard his own voice soft and pleasant, "I just didn't expect to meet your dad here. It's quite unexpected."

she thinks.

You should be good enough at pretending, right?

My daughter shouldn't notice that her heart hurts so much that it's difficult to breathe, right?

Lu Miaozhu's hands and feet felt cold.

She sadly discovered that she didn't even have the courage to step forward and question him.

In fact, when someone catches someone raping on the street, the one who suffers the most harm is the original wife.

Crush the little remaining self-esteem bit by bit.

In front of everyone on the street, he opened his wounds bloody.

Lu Miaozhu took a deep breath. She turned back and glanced at that person. Then she reached out and patted He Zhaoqing's back gently and said, "Mom, let's go home."

He Zhaoqing smiled and said, "Okay."

The mother and daughter turned and left.

Not far away, Lu Jinsong, who was turning around to find a place to lean, suddenly seemed to notice something and turned around quickly to look over.

He frowned and stared at the turbulent flow of people on the street. He looked carefully, but saw nothing.

It must be dazzling.

He twitched the corners of his lips, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.

After two puffs, the woman inside had already happily selected something.

"Deputy Director Lu! How does this dress look like?"

The woman came out, smiling and unfolding the skirt in her hands.

It is a floral dress with a large skirt, shoulder pads, a sweetheart neckline, and a rope at the waist that can be tightened by pulling it.

He glanced up and down, his expression still calm. "Not bad, it suits you very well."

Lu Jinsong said.

After he finished speaking, he walked into the import store, took out his wallet from his pocket and prepared to pay.

The moment he lowered his head, the figure of He Zhaoqing appeared in his mind again.

He twitched his lips, smiled again, and immediately paid.

He really couldn't understand it.

These days, every woman likes to pursue foreign clothes and jewelry.

But what's so good about those things? Flashy, impetuous and noisy.

He thought that if he were to say that he looked the best, he would probably be wearing a cheongsam.

The curves of the body are outlined, neither fat nor thin, just right. The buckle goes from the waist to the neckline. Holding an oil-paper umbrella and a pair of embroidered shoes, she walks gracefully on the arch bridge in the misty and rainy March.

A mouthful of Wu Nong's soft words is sweet and enchanting.

How can these foreign goods compare?

After paying, he walked out the door, the voice of the woman next to him was so sweet that it made him sick. His mind drifted away again.

………………

Six o'clock in the evening.

When Su Bai returned home, he saw Zheng Zhongguang squatting on the ground as soon as he walked into the yard, holding a small cattail leaf fan in his hand and boiling medicine.

The earthen pot was boiling gurglingly, and the whole yard was filled with the smell of Chinese medicine.

It rained today. Su Bai put away his umbrella and put it aside. He came in, took a look at Zheng Zhongguang, and asked, "Uncle? What's wrong? What's wrong? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Zheng Zhongguang held a small cattail leaf fan and fanned it gently, while Candy and Candy ran around beside him, making a lot of noise.

He came over, hugged Su Bai's legs, raised his head one by one and said, "Grandpa Zheng said his stomach hurts! It's been hurting for a long time!"

Guo Guo raised her little face and looked at Su Bai, then pointed at Zheng Zhongguang: "Grandpa was crying just now! It must be very painful. Dad, take Grandpa Zheng to the hospital! Let's take care of mom!"

The childish words made Zheng Zhongguang and Su Bai couldn't help but look at each other and laugh.

These two girls' movies.

"I just feel uncomfortable in my stomach. I've eaten too much meat and fat these days, and I can't digest it and I'm having a stomachache!"

Zheng Zhongguang said with a smile.

As he spoke, he picked up a rag to cover, lifted the lid of the pot, pointed inside and said, "Look, hawthorns and pork belly are all used for digestion. What can happen to me?"

"This prescription was prescribed by a famous old Chinese medicine doctor in Kyoto. It's good. I've been taking it for two days, and I think it will be fine in less than two days."

"Don't worry!"

Su Bai felt relieved after hearing this.

He smiled and played with the two little guys for a while, and then said: "If you feel uncomfortable in any way, just tell me and I will take you to the hospital!"

Uncle Zheng responded with a smile.

He put the lid on the crock pot again, and then suddenly said to Su Bai: "There is something wrong with Xiao Lu and Xiao He coming back today. You go and take a look. I will let Minjie cook dinner later."

Something's wrong?

When Su Bai heard this, he didn't think much at the moment, turned around and strode towards the house.

Opening the door, Lu Miaozhu was the only one in the room.

She sat on the kang, holding her knees with her hands, her head buried, and her black hair hanging down all over her body.

She seemed to have heard a sound and was awakened. She looked up and saw Su Bai, and Lu Miaozhu smiled.

"You're back?"

On her forehead, there was a red mark made by her knee. It's enough to show that he stayed there for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Su Bai came over, took off his shoes, and sat down next to her. He stared at Lu Miaozhu and suddenly saw her eyes were a little red.

He frowned and said, "Why are you crying?"

Su Bai said, stretched out his hand, took her into his arms, leaned over and kissed her forehead, and said, "What happened?"

Lu Miaozhu pursed her lips, shook her head, buried her head in Su Bai's chest, and rubbed it.

"It's not me, it's my mother."

The closest people are always husband and wife.

Lu Miaozhu had no intention of hiding it from Su Bai, and immediately explained the matter in general.

Her tone was a little angry and dissatisfied, and her emotions from her childhood were pouring out.