Jian Mingchong and Zhang Muqing ignored Jian Qilin. They went upstairs and knocked on the little guy's door.

After a while, the door opened. Jian Mingchong felt uncomfortable when he saw his granddaughter with red eyes. He reached out and picked up the little guy, "Why are you crying? Baby, don't cry!"

Jian Mingchong coaxed the little guy through the door in a low voice, and Zhang Muqing followed behind and closed the door of the room.

The three of them sat on the sofa. Luo Qiqi lowered his head and asked, "Grandpa, dad actually doesn't like Qiqi, right?"

Seeing the little guy's depressed look, Jian Mingchong felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he replied: "Qiqi, don't talk nonsense, dad, grandparents all like you."

"Yes! My little darling is so good, how could anyone not like you?"

Zhang Muqing also responded.

Dahua squatted at the window, watching this scene and thinking of the old magic stick.

Every year on the birthday of the little guy, the old master will boil two red eggs for the little guy. Knowing that the little guy likes to eat meat, he will definitely go to the mountains to get some hares and pheasants back the night before and give the little guy a good meal on his birthday night.

But this year's birthday, the old man is not here. The little guy thought that his father would spend it with him, but no one has shown up yet, and he will definitely feel uncomfortable.

After hearing what his grandparents said, the little guy still didn't raise his head, with tears falling down, and he whispered: "Qiqi misses Liger!"

I miss the red eggs Liger cooked for me, and I think Liger said to me: Qiqi, you are one year older. When you make money in the future, don’t forget to give Liger a drink.

"How about you give the old god a call!"

Zhang Muqing raised her head and looked around for the little guy's cell phone.

"Can't get through!"

The little guy shook his head, "There should be no signal where the liger goes to work."

Now Zhang Muqing didn’t know what to say!

The two of them sat like this with the little guy. The room was eerily quiet. After sitting there for nearly half an hour, the sound of a car sounded outside.

Luo Qiqi suddenly raised her head, stood up and ran towards the window.

When I saw my uncle's car coming in outside, my look of expectation turned into disappointment.

Dad and the three pots, they probably don’t want to remember this day!

Jian Mingchong walked over helplessly, carried the little guy to the bed, and placed her on the bed.

Dahua also jumped on the bed and stayed with the little one.

Luo Qiqi raised her head, "I'm sorry, Qiqi made my grandparents worry!"

"don't want..."

"Bang bang bang!"

A knock on the door interrupted what Jian Mingchong was about to say. Zhang Muqing went over to open the door to the room, and Jian Boxuan appeared at the door with a look of embarrassment.

"Daddy!"

The moment the little guy saw Jian Boxuan, a smile appeared on his face.

"I'm sorry, it's dad's fault!"

Jian Boxuan rushed to the bed, a faint smell of alcohol wafting from his body.

Jian Mingchong frowned in displeasure. Seeing the little guy's happy look, he didn't say anything. He got up and took his wife out of the room.

The moment the door closed, Jian Boxuan slapped himself, "It's all dad's fault that makes Qiqi sad."

"Daddy, it hurts, don't hit me!"

Luo Qiqi grabbed Jian Boxuan's hand and smiled at him, "Papa is here, Qiqi is very happy."

"Your uncle is right. Dad is such a jerk. Dad should have come earlier."

Jian Boxuan's hoarse voice was full of self-blame.

In fact, he drove to the community when it was just getting dark. Instead of coming up, he parked the car near the villa and drank wine inside.

It wasn't until Jian Qilin saw his car when he went out, got out of the car and scolded him that he returned home.

"Daddy, don't you blame Qiqi as well?"

Luo Qiqi lowered her head, not daring to look into Jian Boxuan's eyes, and nervously grabbed the corner of her clothes with her little hands.

Jian Boxuan reached out and lifted the little guy's chin. When the little guy looked at him, he said guiltily: "Dad is not blaming Qiqi. It's just that every time dad sees you, he will think of mom, and he will think of himself."

I’ll protect you and my mother, and I’ll feel very guilty.”

As he spoke, Jian Boxuan's eyes turned red and tears came out of his eyes.

"Qiqi doesn't blame Daddy. Qiqi believes that her mother won't blame Daddy either. Daddy, don't be sad."

The little guy reached out to wipe Jian Boxuan's tears.

Seeing such a sensible daughter, Jian Boxuan felt even more uncomfortable.

The third child is right, he is a bastard!

He always lives in the memories of the past, and does not cherish those who should be cherished. Not only does he feel sorry for Qi Qi, but he also feels sorry for Xue'er, who sacrificed his life to give birth to Qi Qi.

"Qiqi, go back and live with dad tomorrow!"

Jian Boxuan said.

The little guy shook his head, "Sister Sanguo and Feifei don't like Qiqi. If Qiqi goes back to live there, it will be difficult for Daddy!"

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open at this time, and Jian Yunqi walked in, "Don't worry about them two, I will support you when you go back."

"And second brother!"

Jian Yunhao also walked in.

The two brothers had actually been at the door for a while. They felt very uncomfortable when they heard the conversation between their sister and their father.

"Big pot, two pots!"

The little guy saw the surprised expressions on their faces and laughed happily after being surprised.

The two brothers walked to the bed. Jian Boxuan turned away with some embarrassment and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Jian Yunqi didn't want to embarrass his father, so he reached out and picked up the little guy, "Let's go downstairs to celebrate my little princess's birthday!"

"Yes, my second brother bought you a very beautiful cake. You will definitely like it."

Jian Yunchao followed, and the three siblings went out.

Dahua glanced at Jian Boxuan, sighed, left the room and went downstairs.

Downstairs, Jian Mingchong and Zhang Muqing were putting birthday candles on the cake. Jian Qilin got a camera from somewhere and was adjusting the angle.

Seeing them coming down, I waved to them happily, "Sit down quickly with the little baby, we can take pictures later."

"Okay!"

Jian Yunqi carried Qiqi to the sofa and put the little guy down.

Luo Qiqi looked towards her room on the second floor, "Erguo, go see daddy!"

"good!"

Jian Yunchao smiled and nodded. Just when he was about to go up and call someone, he saw his father combing his hair and walking downstairs.

"Daddy, sit here!"

Luo Qiqi reached out and patted the place next to her.

Jian Boxuan walked a few steps quickly and sat next to his daughter.

"Okay, I asked Aunt Zhang to turn off the lights!"

Jian Qilin urged.

Jian Mingchong picked up the lighter and lit the candle, then waved to Aunt Zhang, "Turn off the lights! Turn off the lights!"

Snap!"

The lights in the hall went out and everyone sang happy birthday.

Jian Boxuan saw Qiqi's bright smile and started laughing too.

After singing a birthday song and making wishes, the little guy blew out the candles, and several people also took out gifts and gave them to the little guy.

Qiqi is very happy on this birthday, not because of the many gifts she got, but because her father is with her.

After eating the cake, Jian Boxuan told the two old people about taking Qiqi home to live with them. Although Jian Mingchong and his wife were reluctant to give up, they still nodded in agreement for the sake of their granddaughter's happiness.

But not tonight. Jian Mingchong hoped that he would go back and have a good talk with Yun Chao and Feifei, and then take them back tomorrow.

After sending his father and brothers away, the little guy happily went back to his room and lay on the bed.

As soon as Jian Mingchong left, she happily took out her mobile phone and planned to call Xue Zhan to tell him that her father celebrated her birthday.

As soon as I picked up the phone, I saw seven or eight missed calls. I saw that the number belonged to the master, so I quickly called again.

Soon the voice of the old magic stick came from the other side, "Happy birthday, baby Qiqi!"

"Thank you Liger!"

The little guy thanked me happily.

"Master owes you a birthday gift now, and I will replenish it for you when we meet next time. Master is here now..."

The little guy hung up the phone, still smiling.

After calling Xue Zhan and Tianxin respectively, the little guy lay down on the bed and fell asleep.


Chapter completed!