The annoying He Du called his assistant to push him.

Otherwise, it would be a bit difficult to keep up with the speed of Tan Ying.

"Did I do something wrong?"

He chased into the elevator, looking puzzled, and asked, "I just want to be a good father. When a father is born, doesn't he just want to give good things to his children?"

Tan Ying: "..."

She wanted to laugh when she heard it, and couldn't help but ridicule: "Mr. He, are you assuming the role of father too quickly?"

After hearing this, He Du asked seriously: "So, can you feel more immersed in the role of Mrs. He?"

"Mrs. He?"

Tan Ying knew nothing about He Du's identity or background: "What sense of substitution? What do you mean?"

He Du raised his eyelids slightly but said nothing.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, looking up at people, but still maintaining a superior attitude.

The assistant explained in a low voice at this time: "Young madam, the entire Ronghe Plaza belongs to the He family. You can buy it here and there, and it will still be at the He family. You can buy it with confidence."

Tan Ying: "..."

Does this imply that you should not be petty and spend your money boldly?

Yes, she met a really rich family!

The three of them went straight to Tianying Kindergarten.

Coincidentally, when I arrived, school was just over.

The sun is still shining brightly.

Parents looked around, looking for their children.

They were soaked in sweat and had no image.

Hedu is different.

He sat quietly and gracefully in his wheelchair.

The assistant stood beside him, holding a sun umbrella for him.

It is a sense of distance that is different from ordinary people.

Nobility is inaccessible.

Especially he is very good looking.

"Whose child's father is this? He's so handsome."

"Looks very rich."

"If you are so rich, how can your children go to school here?"

"Obviously pretending!"

"The one next to him is talking about his mother, right?"

…

Discussions came and went.

Tan Ying suddenly became the center of attention. She was not used to it, so she quietly moved to the side, wanting to stay away from the "pretending" person!

But what are you afraid of?

"Hey, talking about mom, this is -"

Some parents came to gossip.

Tan Ying waved her hand decisively: "Haha, I don't know you."

He Du: "..."

He looked at Tan Ying, who had a look of disgust on his face, and doubted his life a little: Is he so incapable of taking action?

I feel unhappy.

He shouted to Tan Ying: "Honey, what are you having for dinner?"

Tan Ying: "..."

All eyes from the surrounding area glanced over.

She was so embarrassed that she could dig out three bedrooms and one living room with her toes.

The parent still held on to her: "Hey, Mom, you and your husband had a fight? How can you say we don't know each other? This is the first time I've met your husband. Can you introduce me to him?"

Tan Ying didn't know what the He family was doing specifically, so she could only reply perfunctorily: "Let's do some small business."

As soon as I heard it was a business, more people gathered around me.

Of course, most of them were around He Du.

"Hey, Dad, what's your business?"

"My family also runs a small business, let's have a meal together someday?"

"Yes, yes, let's have a meal together. We see each other every day in the parent group, but we haven't had a meal together yet!"

…

They are like wild bees and butterflies.

The weather is already hot.

He Du was surrounded tightly, and soon he was sweating from the heat.

The smell of the women around him, mixed with the smell of sweat, low-quality perfume, etc., penetrated his nose and made him suffocate.

How does it feel to watch Kill Wei Jie?

He had personal experience.

"Talk about welcoming!"

He asked his assistant to disperse the crowd, but he saw Tan Ying holding the two treasures, both of whom were far away.

"stop!"

He and his assistant hurried to catch up.

The two treasures turned around when they heard the sound and saw him.

He Du immediately smiled and introduced himself gently: "Hello, I am He Du, your father."

As he spoke, his assistant pushed him in front of the mother and son.

"You are so cute. I like you. I even prepared a gift for you."

He took out a black jewelry box and a Rubik's Cube, and divided them one by one: "I hope you like it."

Tan Xin did not pick it up, but pursed her red lips and stared at him without blinking.

Tan Yue is a beauty person. She was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile: "You are good-looking. I like you."

She received the gift, opened the box, and saw the beautiful hairpin. Her eyes lit up on the spot: "Wow, it looks good. I like it so much. Thank you, Dad."

Quite easy to buy.

He was also quite considerate: "Dad, why are you injured? Does it hurt?"

She looked at He Du's leg that was in plaster, skillfully took out the chocolate from her pocket, and handed it out: "Here you eat it. It won't hurt after eating it."

He Du didn't like eating these, but his daughter gave them to him, so he naturally accepted them.

"Thanks."

He stretched out his hand to hold his lovely daughter on his lap, and said with a smile: "There are still many gifts at home. Dad will take you to open them, okay?"

Tan Yue nodded happily: "Okay. Okay."

When Tan Ying saw this scene, she felt particularly complicated: Has her daughter rebelled like this?

She looked at her son and found that he had been looking at He Du.

At that time, Tan Yue was sitting on He Du's lap, asking him to put on the hairpin for her. He Du touched Tan Yue's hair, found several positions, tried on the hairpin for her, and finally put it on.

He also took out his mobile phone, found a camera to use as a mirror for her to look at, and asked her if it looked good on her...

All in all, it’s really a picture of a loving father and a filial daughter.

And the son kept looking at him, his eyes seemed to be filled with envy?

What does it mean?

My son also likes this man?

While thinking about it, the group of people walked to the place where He Du parked his car.

"Wow, what a beautiful car. Mom, this car is even more beautiful than yours!"
To be continued...