350 Our dad is being pretentious again, do you think we should tell our mom?
Li Mumu elbowed li beixiao and said.
The father and son sat side by side, and Li beixiao held Tang Tang in his arms. It was a very heartwarming scene.
âYour Godfather is also coming?â
Li beixiao frowned. He really didnât want to see his big brother now.
âTheyâll probably be here soon!â
Li Mumu sympathized with her father very much, and it was not that she did not do her best to help her father.
He really didnât want to be his Godfatherâs enemy. The consequences would be unimaginable.
Li beixiaoâs face darkened even more. He was depressed.
âDad, if my brother Feng has already reconciled with you, why havenât you reconciled with my second brother Feng?â
Li Mumu peeled open an orange and tasted it. It was too sour, so she threw it directly into the trash can.
His sister wouldnât eat anything too sour. He had to be strict with the quality.
âWhat do you want to say?â
Li beixiao looked at his son.
I just think that my brother Feng has been living a very happy life recently. If they can make up as brothers, itâll be perfect!
Mumu and Feng Yanâs relationship was also very deep. After all, Feng Yan had taken care of her since she was young.
âThis matter needs time. No one can help!â
In that fire, both their mothers had died, and their fathers had also passed away. It was no longer important who was right or wrong.
So many years had passed, and what should have been forgotten had been forgotten, while what should have been clear was still fresh in their minds. In the end, it all depended on oneâs thoughts.
donât say that no one can help. I just feel that my mother was born to be a cohemist. Thereâs no one she canât get together with!
It was fine if his son did not say it. Once he did, li beixiao was depressed again.
Ever since this woman came back, she had been carrying her daughter, spending some time with candy, then spending time with her son, and then telling flame and the little-muzzled baby about her acting with Feng Yan, completely forgetting that she had a man ...
âYou play with your sister, Iâm not feeling well!ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Li beixiao kissed Tang Tangâs forehead, got up, and went upstairs.
Li Mumu looked at her own fatherâs back and smiled slyly.
âOur dad is being pretentious again. Do you think we should tell our mom that heâs not feeling well?â
Li Mumu asked Tang Tang in a low voice.
Tang Tangâs big black eyes flickered as she thought about it seriously.
She knew that her father was pretending to be unwell and had even deliberately told them that he was unwell. Did this mean that they should tell their mother?
Tang Tang nodded, meaning that she should tell him!
After all, he was her biological father. If she really made him uncomfortable, she would be in trouble.
Ye qingge walked over when she saw Mumu and Tang Tang watching cartoons.
âWhereâs your father?â Li beixiao had been looking after the child, but he was gone.
âMy dad is not feeling well. He should be sleeping now!â
Li Mumu said without raising her head.
Tang Tangâs big eyes suddenly flashed and she pointed in the direction of the stairs, indicating for ye qingge to take a look.
Ye qingge frowned. She was fine just now.
Mumu, you and your sister have fun. Iâll go and see your father!
The two children nodded in unison. Their movements were neat and standard, and they looked adorable.
Ye qingge returned to her room and found that the curtains were drawn and the bedroom was dark.
Ye qingge didnât dare to turn on the light. She walked to the bed with the light coming in through the curtains.
She saw li beixiao sleeping on his side.
Her small, fair hand touched his forehead. His temperature was normal, and he didnât have a fever. So where did he feel uncomfortable?
Ye qingge turned on the bedside lamp and looked at li beixiaoâs slightly frowning eyebrows.
Ye qingge gently rubbed li beixiaoâs eyebrows with her fingers.
âBei Zhi, do you have a headache?â
Ye qingge called him in a low voice, not knowing where he was feeling uncomfortable.