Mo Hao's heart trembled fiercely, picked up Jinsheng and ran upstairs.

She could feel Qi Yuming's fire-breathing gaze staring at the back of her head.

It wasn't until she returned to the room with Jinsheng in her arms that the shiver that Qi Yuming brought her disappeared.

Jin Shengwu struggled violently, and read in his mouth, "Scar......"

The child's world is so carefree and innocent, even if the adults quarrel and fall apart, they don't realize it, and they are still the ruthless man in their hearts.

Mo Hao comforted him, "Dad is very angry now, let's wait for him to be angry and then go to him, okay?"

Jin Sheng was unmoved.

Mo Hao put down his son and found Jinsheng's favorite drawing board.

As soon as she took out her drawing board, Jinsheng, who was still noisy, immediately quieted down.

Mo Hao sat on the carpet, dragging his chin to watch Jinsheng draw.

Suddenly, Qi Yuming's words popped into her mind, she couldn't laugh, she couldn't communicate and interact with people......

Now that I think about it, Jinsheng can't play with children of the same age in the villa area, he is extremely stubborn about something, and when he is emotional, he will knock his head with his hands......

The more Mo Hao thought about it, the more his heart sank, and he planned to take his son to the hospital.

Looking at the clock on the wall, Qi Yuming should go out to the company, so he coaxed Jinsheng to put down the paintbrush and took him to the hospital.

After a check-up, the result was: Esperger's disease.

The doctor pushed the thick glasses, "To put it bluntly, it's a kind of autism...... Don't panic, Eth is not as serious as autism. Moreover, many great men were also Esperger's patients. This syndrome is rare in clinical practice, and there is no possibility of curing it with drugs and surgery, but the possibility of patients predisposing to autism can be alleviated through parental intervention. I think your son is actually quite smart. You can usually do some guidance and teach your children patiently......"

Mo Hao listened carefully and took notes.

On the way home, Mo Hao deliberately guided him and told him what they saw on the road.

Jinsheng didn't react at first, but then he moved his eyes, and his eyes began to wander over her face.

The effect was not immediate, but for Mo Hao, it was already a great improvement.

Back at the villa, Mo Hao saw that Li's mother was busy in the kitchen, thought about it, handed Jinsheng to Li's mother, rolled up his sleeves, and began to pick, wash, cut, fry, and stew......

She slapped Qi Yuming in the morning, with her understanding of Qi Yuming, Qi Yuming will definitely come back with revenge, sincerely cook this meal, and hope that he can take care of a little bit of affection.

When Qi Yuming came back, Mo Hao happened to bring out the last bowl of soup.

The man's long, narrow phoenix eyes swept around, almost all of which he liked to eat. It can also be seen that the dishes on the table are all made by Mo Hao.

"Do you think that making this table of dishes will be able to offset what you did today?" Mo Hao took off his apron and said lightly: "I thought that forgiving me was not because of this table of dishes, but because of your magnanimity." ”

Qi Yuming's phoenix eyes narrowed in a dangerous arc, and the invisible oppression was released.

Mo Hao was silent, hanging his head slightly for him to scrutinize.

After a long time, Qi Yuming snorted coldly, "Worry about women, heh......"

The last laugh was full of mockery and disdain.

Mo Hao didn't care about his cynicism.

In the past three years, she has seen Qi Yuming get angry a few times, but she has never done anything to her every time.

After surviving the initial fear, I later understood that he was a man with good manners, even if he wanted to destroy the world, he never really did anything to women and children.

I didn't have any experience in beating him before, and I didn't know if there was room to save him, and her impulsive slap was simply a tiger whisker, and the danger factor was extremely high.

Now it seems that he is really a very well-cultivated man.

Qi Yuming pushed the wheelchair and sat on the table, and after Mo Hao handed him the chopsticks, he went upstairs.

There were still five or six meters away from Jinsheng's room, and Mo Hao heard Jinsheng's shouting.

My heart tightened, and I faintly heard Li's mother scolding with disdain: "How old a child, I only know the ......screaming of 'ahhh Shut up, you call for another try, believe it or not I'll beat you......"

A burst of fire suddenly burst out of Mo Hao's chest, and he hurried a few steps and opened the door with a bang.