Chapter 260: Autistic Bamboo Horse Super Good (24)
Yin Haoci saw that Chaohuang was put down by the child's mother, so he held Chaohuang in his arms regardless of it, and then took her back two steps away from the child's mother.
Now, in his eyes, the child's mother is even more unreliable than the child's father.
"Xiaoci, you don't have to worry, Auntie is just too excited to see her daughter." Seeing that she was being treated as a bad person, the child smiled embarrassedly.
I didn't notice that her own mother was actually explaining to outsiders.
On the contrary, there is a feeling of taking it for granted and needing to report to Yin Hao.
The boy's father found out.
His eyes widened, and he pursed his lips disdainfully but did not squeak.
He didn't worry about the Yin family's baby bumps!
It's just too lazy to say anything...
The pick-up gate was originally full of people.
The gathering of such a large group of good-looking social elites quickly attracted many onlookers, and the boy's father quickly glanced at it and decided to retreat first.
"Okay, okay, let's go back, what are you still standing here?"
Yin Hao glanced at the child's father, then lowered his head and touched Chaohuang's little head, his eyes were different and soft: "Don't be afraid... Go home..."
"Aang..."
Chao Forced to be scared nodded obediently.
The milky voice is full of cuteness.
When walking in the direction of the parking lot, the child's mother suddenly pulled the child's father.
The boy's father paused and let the two children walk ahead.
"Wife, what's wrong?"
"Husband, did you tell the Yin family when you took the little resignation?" Mother Tong pointed to Yin Haoci's back and whispered.
"No, but they should know."
Not long after he drove out of the villa with his two children, he noticed that there were two cars following behind him, and they were very regular, and he didn't need to use his brain to know that it was someone from the Yin family, although the child's father didn't like to be followed, but it was completely understandable.
"President, this kid is the little son of the Yin Group?" The company executives who followed the Tong family and his wife all heard their conversation, and one of the vice presidents, who had a good relationship with them, asked curiously.
The boy was stunned, did not admit or refute.
But...
"What to say and what not to say, you all weigh it yourself!" The child's father swept over the employees with a calm face.
The warning between the words is self-evident.
Everyone was surprised and nodded their heads to show that they understood.
Originally, he was going to gossip with his colleagues, and the idea of the Yin family's son dissipated instantly.
The child's mother followed aside, and saw the child's father's words and deeds very seriously.
Father Tong's protection of Yin Haoci was really a little unexpected to her.
Until back in the car.
Yin Haoci handed the gift box he had prepared a long time ago to the child's mother.
He seemed to be a little nervous, but he still held on to his movements.
The front met the sight of the child's mother.
It is very different from the state of Tong's mother when she first resigned to Yin Hao.
The child's mother did not affect him, and waited patiently.
Yin Haoci did brew for a while before adjusting his emotions, and said seriously and solemnly: "Hello Aunt Tong, I am Yin Haoci. β
Yin Haoci failed to introduce himself to Tong's mother well before, although there were videos of accompanying Chaohuang and Tong's mother several times later, but it was always different.
Yin Haoci specially prepared this gift for this.
Make up a formal hello.
Because of Chaohuang, he cares about the Tong family and his wife.
This point, the Yin family and his wife can see it clearly.
Originally, maybe the child's mother didn't know much about it.
Now, she knew it all.
Yin Haoci really cares about Chaohuang as much as his father said.
Yin's father's contract and Yin Hao's resignation also affected Tong's father.
It seems that in a few days, she will have time to talk to the Yin family.
The child's mother quietly glanced at the child's father, and saw that her husband's eyes were also full of helplessness and relief, so she didn't talk to a child about those nothing.
It was very cool to take the gift that Yin Haoci gave her.
In order to show his liking, he praised Yin Hao after opening it on the spot.
Especially after the child's mother recognized that the set of jewelry that Yin Hao gave her was a limited edition of a certain brand this year, she was even more happy, and turned her head and lost the child's father.
Empty-handed pig's trotters and a young boy full of sincerity.
The contrast is simply not too tragic.
I had guessed that it would be like this, and the boy's father had a black face all the way.
Look at Yin Haoci's nose is not a nose, and his eyes are not eyes.
After returning to the community, he directly threw Yin Haoci back to Yin's house.
With his wife and children, he closed the door.
The child's mother knew the temperament of her jealous husband, so she went to be jealous with him, turned her head back to the room, and decided to take a bath to make up for sleep, and then discuss it later.
As for Yin Hao, who was thrown home, he didn't react for a long time.
Standing alone in front of the gate.
Stiffening his neck, he stared at the Tong family's villa.
He doesn't understand...
I don't know why I prepared a gift, said hello obediently or not...
Even if the child's father and mother don't like him, can they leave the doll behind?
He can not go to Tong's house, as long as the doll can accompany him.
"Excuse me!"
Mrs. Yin heard from the maid that Yin Hao had resigned and came back, and he was 'bombarded' back by the boy's father, so she hurriedly put down what she was doing and rushed over.
Sure enough, I saw my son standing in front of the door with a depressed look.
There was a sudden throbbing pain in my heart.
He stepped forward and wanted to bring the person back to the house, but he didn't think about it but was avoided.
Yin Haoci noticed it when Mrs. Yin first appeared.
It's just that it doesn't show itself.
It wasn't until Mrs. Yin wanted to grab his shoulders that she subconsciously turned sideways.
Escaped from his mother's hand.
As soon as she pounced, Mrs. Yin froze in place.
Looking at the hanging hand was a little distracted for a while.
Are you still too anxious?
Her son...
Or as always, I reject her...
Mrs. Yin's face turned pale and she withdrew her hand tremblingly.
The back is clutched tightly behind him, and the green tendons can be faintly seen on the back of his hand.
These days, seeing that Yin Haoci is so close to her father, she has hoped more than once that she can hug her son like her father.
It's a pity...
Or is it an extravagant hope...
Unconsciously, the mother and son stood in front of the gate for several hours, until Yin's father came back from work and brought the two back to the villa.
Seeing Yin Hao go back to the room without saying a word, Father Yin rubbed his eyebrows, turned to Mother Yin and shook his head: "Madam, you are too anxious. β
It is said that a long illness becomes a good doctor.
After guarding their son day and night for so many years, the Yin family and his wife have a deep understanding of autism, not to mention being proficient, how can they not know their son's temperament?
Yin Haoci has a rule to follow no matter what he does on weekdays.
Extremely demanding of what you say and do.
I can't accept persecution and stimulation.
Otherwise, he will become ill, and in more serious cases, it may cause him to self-harm.
Father Yin can understand his wife's eagerness, but he is helpless.
All the couple can do is be patient and supportive.
"I... I justβ" Mrs. Yin shook her shoulders, said twice, and suddenly threw herself into Yin's father's arms and sobbed quietly.
Seeing this, Father Yin still had the strength to care about those big truths, and hurriedly hugged his wife in his arms and comforted him softly: "I know, I know, it's all the bastard's fault, I'll beat him up in a while to relieve my wife's anger!" β
"No! You are not allowed to hit my son! β