readx;? Haixin looked pity, but the little broken child looked dazed (?. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info?) asked: "Haixin, why do you have to put it in your mouth and put it on your head if you are good to your child!" When Haixin was thinking about how to explain it to him, the little broken child said: "Haixin!

"Yes, yes, but," Haixin looked at his teeth that were either not growing or were full of holes and added, "But if you can be fed like this, it is estimated that no one will dare to recognize the first if your father dares to recognize the second in the whole day (-." －；)！”

"That's it!" suddenly realized (⊙o⊙)?. "Then Haixin, don't say that my dad is a bad dad in the future, he is not only not bad at all, but also the best dad in the world. "No doubt, categorically.

“（￣￣￣￣￣￣?￣￣￣￣￣￣）|||” Haixin can't even pick it up. Only the subtitles in the depths of my heart are still struggling to type desperately:Who said that children are innocent.,I think you're really stupid ノ (?□?) ノ

"Haixin, hurry up, hurry up, find Dad!Find Dad!" dragged Haixin away in a hurry, just like how many people lined up to rob his own father ( ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄

originally wanted to take the opportunity to let the little broken child recognize his father's true face, but somehow not only helped Kang Lele whitewash, but also sprinkled Buddha light all over the world. I wanted to "sow discord" as a result, and I effortlessly matched the two enemies in my previous life until the blood was thicker than the water, and the father and son were deeply loved, and Haixin was really drunk (╯▽╰he) (¬_¬hehe).

The two of them came out of kindergarten, and they were afraid that the little broken child's schoolbag shelf would be unstable, so Haixin let him curl up in the basket at the front of his bicycle. Then take the little broken child through the streets and alleys, and look for recreation while riding.

Due to the shutdown of Kanglele, looking for him in the vast sea of people is no less than looking for a needle in a haystack. The only way to go to and from school every day, near his home and school, and the places he often travels, he searched back and forth, and the bicycle went straight until his legs were numb and dizzy, but there was still no trace of recreation. If it weren't for the appointment with the little broken child, she would have picked a pick and returned home early in the morning, so she didn't bother to care whether he lived or died (╯^╰).

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