"Dad, you will be really pitiful when you grow old."
Gu Xiangxiang nodded vigorously as he spoke.
I have to say that children have rich imaginations.
Gu Xiangxiang has already begun to think about what his father will be like when he is old.
A person goes to the company on crutches, or eats alone at home.
No matter how I look at him, I feel that my father is so pitiful.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
The man scolded.
His brows furrowed even more tightly.
"Dad, you have a bad temper and are rude, and you don't like to make friends with others. What will you do when you get old?"
Gu Xiangxiang tilted his head and frowned, resembling an old man.
Gu Xingzhi:......
"Dad, don't you like Aunt Qin too? Wouldn't it be better to go find Aunt Qin?"
Gu Xiangxiang said that the wind was like the rain, so he stood up and held the man's hand.
"Gu Gu, think about it, what are you doing?"
The man was not angry, so Gu Xiangxiang stopped what he was doing.
"I just don't want dad to be alone."
Dad is really pitiful. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that dad was really, really pitiful.
She was so pitiful that she wanted to cry for her father.
"My brain doesn't hurt anymore."
He reached out and patted this little thing on the head.
What exactly is going on in this little head all day long?
How can you think like this?
If a man had patted Gu Xiangxiang on the head on weekdays, the child Gu Xiangxiang might have been furious, but! The child Gu Xiangxiang was not angry at all now.
"If patting my head can make Dad go to Aunt Qin, then let Dad pat my head."
Gu Xiangxiang stretched out his little head very considerately.
I didn’t forget to cheer myself up: “It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt at all.”
The hearts of those who listen to these sensible words are about to melt.
"Don't talk nonsense."
Now it was the man's turn to have a headache.
"Dad, I'm not talking nonsense."
Gu Xiangxiang tilted his head in confusion. It was obviously a very simple matter, but why was it more complicated when he came to his father's place?
I don't understand, I really don't understand.
"Go upstairs and practice calligraphy."
It turns out that this little guy is really too idle, and he starts talking nonsense only when he gets so idle that he panics.
"dad!"
Gu Xiangxiang, the child shouted unhappily.
What the hell!
Why does my father make me go upstairs to practice calligraphy every time when I can't express myself well?
"You can't be like this."
Qin Anan was anxious and resisted continuously.
It is really bad for a father to bully himself like this.
"Go up!"
The man showed his dignity as a father, and the expression on his face became even colder.
He who knows the current affairs is a hero.
Gu thought that the child went upstairs obediently no matter how unhappy he was.
But in my heart, I kept mumbling: "Daddy hates me, daddy really hates me."
But when I thought about it again, I felt that my father was a bit pitiful.
Forget it, forget it.
If dad is alone in the future, he and his future wife should come back to see dad often.
People like this should not let their father stay home alone.
The man didn't realize it at all, in his son's mind.
He has become a bad old man that no one wants.
In the living room, the secretary gave a unified reply to his boss about what happened today.
Seeing the corner of his boss's mouth move slightly, it was obvious that there was a little bit of disbelief in it.
But fortunately, the boss is the boss, and even the panic only lasted a moment.
After a while, his face returned to normal. This chapter has been completed!