“Don’t, that’s such a disappointment.”
Huo Tingren shrugged: “it can’t be helped. There are temporary guests at home. I have to go back. You have a good time.”
He didn’t know why he had to change the plan, but he just thought…it would be more interesting to go back.
When Huo Tingren came back, Tong Hao had already arrived.
She was hugging Huo Huo, rolling around on the crawling mat.
Huo Huo kept laughing happily.
Warmth sits beside and looks at the two of them.
Seeing that Huo Tingren came back, he wondered tenderly: “Tingren, why are you back?”
“I’ll come back for lunch,” he said, and he had come to the other side of the crawling mat and sat down anywhere.
He looked at Tong Hao and said, “Why is she here?”
Tong Hao sat up and kicked him: “she is called sister.”
Huo Tingren gave her a white look: “you forget it.”
Just as Tong Hao was about to investigate, he heard Huo Huo’s cry.
She hurriedly coaxed: “Oh, baby, don’t cry, don’t cry, godmother’s tornado is coming again.”
She lay down holding Huo Huo and continued to roll.
She said tenderly: “Okay, okay, you can’t always follow him, if you turn around again, you should be dizzy too.”
Tong Hao kissed her on her good hair.
“That can’t be, to accompany my own godson, even if I faint, I am also happy.”
Huo Tingren looked at Wen Qing and said, “what’s the matter, won’t this kid stop?”
Warm and speechless: “I’m addicted to playing, and I cry when I stop.”
“I’m used to it.”
Nodding tenderly and approvingly: “I think so, too.”
Huo Tingren patted Tong Hao’s leg: “don’t turn around. If you want to follow him, you have to turn to tomorrow morning.”
Tong Hao gets up.
Before he could speak, Huo Tingren had already picked up Huo Huo and threw him high.
Huo Huo is still very happy.
Huo Tingren said: “I’ll take him out for a walk, and just divert his attention for a while.”
After he went out, Wen Qing and Tong Hao came to the sofa and sat down.
Tong Hao tied up her hair again.
She peeled the mangosteen tenderly.