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Chapter 1088 Don't call me!

"Han Jie, if something goes wrong, you can't be jealous of me!" Mrs. Sheng was very rare and harsh, and looked straight at him.

Where did Han Jie dare to look at her, and bowed his head in a respectful and respectful manner: "Han Jie did not dare."

Mrs. Sheng looked at him coldly for a long while, and saw that he had not loosened his mouth. The rigor of hard work was frustrated: "Forget it, go on."

Han Jie suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, cold sweat on his forehead, and quickly retreated.

When I left, the prestige happened to come back from school, got out of the car, and carried the bag with my bag and ran to the house: "Grandma, I am back!"

Han Jie frowned, looking at the small group, my heart is very complicated.

"Sir grandma, did Dad come out?" When Shengyu returned home, he thought about Shengdong who had never left the study.

He hasn't seen Dad for a few days.

Mrs. Sheng helped him get the bag: "Not yet."

The little guy was squinting at the little brow, a little unhappy: "Dad is not finished yet? Reputation has missed him."

"Your dad, this stinky boy, doesn't know what the **** is doing, let's not care about him."

That is to say, but the old lady still went to the kitchen to personally monitor the dishes made tonight.

In addition to the old people like to eat, there are also dishes that Shengdong likes most.

She didn't know what happened to Shengdong, but she always felt that something was happening.

Since I was a child, I loved this grandson most. He has worked hard all these years, and the old lady can't help but start to feel bad about him.

Weng Ling took the fruit salad that was specially prepared from the refrigerator and gave it a reputation.

Inside are the fruits that the little guys usually like to eat, especially the cantaloupe he likes most.

But today the little guy can't afford it.

"What's wrong? Is it not good?" Weng Ling asked him with a smile.

"Auntie Lingling, how can Dad not come out, he is not hungry? I want to leave these fruits to him to eat?"

It’s a sensible child.

In fact, Weng Ling is also somewhat worried, this is almost three days.

She didn't know what was going on, but vaguely guessed that it might be related to Wen Xiaoxiao.

Because in addition to Wen Xiaoxiao, she really can't think of who will have such a big impact on Shengdong.

"Auntie Lingling, will Dad be hungry enough?"

Looking at the high-profile eyes of the reputation, Weng Ling said: "It is also possible, or look at it with good reputation. By the way, send this fruit to him."

Weng Ling feels that Sheng Dong is the most honourable, whether he is because of trouble or really has so much work, he has no time to eat, and he has sent him in the past. Will not lose your temper with your child.

Besides, that is also a reputation.

They have been worried about the situation in the study, and the reputation to see it is the most appropriate.

Weng Ling thought this way. She was originally kind, but she knows where she is most eager to see what Shengdong wants to see.

"Okay! I am going to send my father to the past. He must have been hungry." The prestigious smile, holding a transparent glass bowl, jumped from the sofa and ran upstairs cheerfully.

"Dad! Are you already hungry? The reputation gives you a good meal." Shengyu patted the door of the study and put his ear on the door. After waiting for a long time, there was no sound inside.

He grinned funnyly, and he wouldn't have been so hungry that his father was so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

He raised his hand and unscrewed the door of the study, and slid his small head out of the door. He shouted cleverly and shoutingly: "Dad!"

But looking at it, I didn't see Sheng Dong in the study.

"Dad?" In the inexplicable heart, he panicked and opened the door and ran in: "Dad, where are you?"

Although the study is large, the room is square and square, which is a kind of pattern that can be seen at a glance without hiding.

Is Dad going out?

The prestigious eyes squinted and looked at it again. It was determined that Shengdong was not in the room. Then he wanted to run back and call Ailing Ling, who knew that he had just ran to the door and suddenly turned back.

The little man squinted his eyes and saw the feet of a pair of men under the table.

He ran quickly and looked at Sheng Dong with a pair of eyes, lying on the floor with no expression, ignorant, like dead.

"Dad! Dad, what's wrong with you?"

The reputation was so scared that even the voice was shaking, watching Shengdong, who was motionless, and his eyes suddenly contained a packet of tears.

Clearly scared his legs trembled, but still moved to him step by step.

A small group squatted in front of him, one hand still stubbornly holding the bowl of fruit salad, and stretched out and shot the face of Shengdong: "Dad, Dad, what are you doing, don't be frightened, I am afraid."

"father?"

"father!"

I don't know how many times I called, and the man who seemed to be frozen suddenly moved and turned to look at the child in front of me.

Finally have a reaction!

The prestigious smile grinned, thinking that Dad was deliberately scaring him, playing with him one or two wood people.

A small mouth, immediately spoiled: "Dad, you bad guy, you scared me!"

Said, directly to the ground lying on the ground, Shengdong rushed over, the small knees softly pressed directly on his chest, Shengdong felt a boring chest, as if to vomit bleeding.

The voice of "Daddy and Dad" shouted, but for him, it was like seeing poison in the blood.

"Don't call me!" Sheng Dong felt the temple bursting, and then heard the voice, his head seemed to be blown up.

He waved instinctively and waved the child. Who knows it happened to be on the glass bowl that was specially given to him with a fruit salad.

The inertia of the glass bowl was directly on the head of the prestigious, and the fruit in the bowl mixed with the salad and sprinkled him all over the place.

In the old house, there was a cry of fame and heartbreaking.

So sorrowful and so poor.

Weng Ling, who was waiting for it, was shocked, and the old lady was scared to run out of the kitchen.

"What happened? Is this?" The two looked at each other and ran upstairs together.

Weng Ling was afraid that she would fall and quickly support her. The old lady opened her hand and pushed her up: "Don't worry about me, go see what happened."

They followed the maid behind them, and Weng Ling ran up quickly.

Who knows that when he entered the study, he saw that Shengdong and the reputation all fell to the ground.

The eyebrows are red, and the traces of bruising can be seen in the faint, and the body is even more messy.

The carefully prepared fruit is all buckled on the child's face.

The reputation fell on the ground, and his hands still held the position of holding the glass bowl, but it was a heartbreaking cry.

"Reputation!" Weng Ling trembled in his heart, quickly ran over, hugged him and gave him a look at the wound between the eyebrows.