Being petted by the old attack as a little cute

"Smoking?"

As soon as Zhang Ziyu approached Jingqiao, Jingqiao could smell the strong smell of tobacco on his body.

The smell on Zhang Ziyu's body has always been very fresh and clean, and he looks like a clean and thorough boy. This is the first time that Jing Qiao discovered that the child would do some things that he didn't know and didn't particularly agree with.

Jing Qiao asked Zhang Ziyu to sit next to him. Zhang Ziyu didn't speak, and he wouldn't force him to ask.

What happened, he must be very clear.

When Zhang Haicheng called Jing Qiao, Jing Qiao knew what would happen next, and felt a little distressed, but if Zhang Ziyu could be completely cold-hearted towards Zhang Haicheng, Jing Qiao would not mind being the one behind the scenes.

Of course he hopes that the children will be carefree, but there are too many troublesome factors.

Take your time, he's in no hurry.

Zhang Ziyu sat on the sofa, lowered his head, and said, "I just went downstairs to see my dad."

Jing Qiao waited for him to say more.

After a pause, Zhang Ziyu said slowly, "Aunt Chen is pregnant."

"My father asked me to visit him. He didn't even know that I was sick. I ran down wearing a hospital gown. I just wanted to see if he would still love me. In fact...in the final analysis...what I want to say It's..." Zhang Ziyu's voice was hoarse and incoherent, "Does he love me?"

"He called you, and he said he forgot to ask you what I was doing in the hospital." Zhang Ziyu raised his hand and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, "I know why you didn't tell him about my illness, and I did that on purpose ..."

Zhang Ziyu didn't know what he was talking about, he was a little stimulated, even though he seemed to be able to do things with ease in front of Zhang Haicheng and Chen Huansha and even smiled, but when he saw Jingqiao, Zhang Ziyu felt that the strong fortress he had worked so hard to pile up in his heart exploded collapse.

Jing Qiao sighed helplessly, his heart was so soft.

The kid is really too tender, just about anything can make him feel wronged and run to his side to complain. Jing Qiao thinks this is not good, but he enjoys the kid's dependence on him.

But people have to grow up after all.

He hoped that Zhang Ziyu could finally face all this with strength one day.

Jing Qiao pulled Zhang Ziyu into his arms, and Zhang Ziyu buried his face in Jing Qiao's neck, breathing gently, his heart ached so badly, the father he liked so much before, easily became the pillar of another family.