Mr. He’s Daily Affections

"This is really no way...Ning Shao, otherwise you ask Qixi in person? I left her with ten tickets at the time. Her friends are not many, and they should not have been delivered yet."

Ning Yichen was silent for a while, only a faint hum, and hung up the phone.

He opened the address book, his fingers paused on the three characters of Lu Qixi for a long time, he didn't press it.

What is he doing?

Not even he knew it.

...

The next day.

After eating at noon, Xiao Bao became fascinated.

Because He Jingyao promised that he would accompany him to the Qixi concert.

Zhi Xi also strongly requested peers.

He Jingyao's eyes fell on her swollen belly, frowning in disapproval.

"That... this is also a collective activity of our family." Zhixi Zhenzhen said, "When the baby is born, I don't know how many years to wait for such an opportunity."

"Yes, my mother will go together!" Xiao Baomeng nodded, "Let the younger brother and sister also listen to Qixi singing!"

He Jingyao put Zhi Xi in his arms and his voice was dumb: "Do you really want to go?"

"Well." She nodded vigorously, her voice was a little bit coquettish, "And I don't want to stay at home alone, I want to go with you."

He Jingyao sighed and kissed her forehead: "Okay, let's go together."

Zhi Xi suddenly smiled like a flower.

"Great!" Xiao Bao raised his hands. "Fortunately, I was very prescient. I asked Qixi for three tickets!"

Zhi Xi touched his head and smiled: "You are really welcome...but the idiom is pretty good."

Xiao Bao proud: "I'll see what I wear at night!"

After that, he went back to the room with his short legs and turned over the cabinet.

He Jingyao held Zhi Xi tightly, and a burning kiss fell on her forehead: "How are you, can you hold it?"

"No problem, in fact, my physical condition has always been good, you know." Zhi Xi said with a smile.

That is... every time she wakes up, she has to spend more and more time to remember who she is.

Maybe one day, she will never remember again.

Therefore, she greets every minute and second with him and Xiaobao. Perhaps the more precious and persistent memories, the less likely she is to forget.

He Jingyao rubbed her hair and bowed her head gently on her forehead.

Soon, Xiaobao ran downstairs again.

"Dad!" He cried while holding He Jingyao's thigh. "Dad... I need new clothes. The clothes are not good-looking now. I have to wear handsome at night!"

He Jingyao's eyes fell on his son, with a slightly cool meaning: "You have dozens of clothes every quarter, so there will be no new clothes?"

"Those all passed through..." Xiao Bao looked at him pitifully.

He Jingyao was a little weird. He glanced at Zhi Xi: "This kid has a new suit a day?"

Zhixi spit out his tongue: "blame me, he gave him a new suit the day before, so he is used to not repeating it every day."

Even with dozens of new clothes, this little guy can wear it all in a month.

"You can't get used to this problem." He Jingyao looked down at his son in a condescending manner. "Without new clothes, you must either streak or wear old clothes."

The little guy packed two tears, crying or not.

Zhi Xi quickly grabbed her son's flesh hand: "Okay, Mommy will match you up again and make sure you dress up handsomely."