The little chubby Dun'er is very sad, very sad.

As soon as I got home, I pounced, threw my chubby, small body on the sofa, kicked the two chubby legs hard, climbed onto the sofa, and then buried my little face in the sofa, and cried.

Not only did his mom dislike his dad, but she didn't like him either.

When I first saw my mother, my mother didn't hug him or kiss him.

Qiao Siyi stood in front of the sofa, looking at the sad little chubby dun er who was crying in the sofa, he felt for the first time that he didn't know how to coax the little chubby dun.

I haven't seen him for three years, Shen Ci naturally has no feelings for Little Fat Dun'er, plus Shen Ci hates him, and he hates him to the bone, so he will naturally add some hate to Little Fat Dun'er.

He walked over, his tall body sat down on the sofa, and the sofa sank down a lot.

He raised his hand, gently stroked the little chubby dun'er's little head, rubbed the chubby dun'er's soft hair, and gestured for comfort.

"Daddy......"

Lying on the sofa, crying sad little chubby dun, after feeling the comfort from his father, he used his chubby little arms to prop up his little body, climbed up from the sofa, turned around, threw himself into his father's arms, and then cried.

Qiao Siyi lowered his head and looked at the little chubby dun who was crying and sobbing in his arms, feeling distressed and remorseful.

He knew from the beginning that coming back to Shen Ci so abruptly would be this kind of ending, and he was mentally prepared for himself.

However, he ignored the feelings of the little chubby dun'er.

He can't let the child cry anymore, he has to distract the child.

"Qiao Doudou, raise your head and look at Dad."

Qiao Siyi hugged the little fat dun with one hand, afraid that the little fat dun would get up and fall down after a while, and patted the little fat dun'er on the back with one hand, making the little fat dun look up at him.

When the little chubby dun raised his head, his eyes were red, his long eyelashes were wet, his face was full of tears, and his nose was still sobbing and blowing snot bubbles.

Qiao Siyi looked down at his white shirt, which was not only wet, but also sticky to the little chubby snot, and suddenly, he felt that his head hurt a little.

"Doudou, tell Dad, how old are you?"

Qiao Siyi asked, reaching out and taking a tissue, first wiping Qiao Doudou's nose and tears, and then wiping his white shirt with a tissue.

"Three...... Three years old! Although the little chubby Dun'er didn't know his father, he suddenly asked him how old he was, but he still choked up, answered very seriously, and didn't forget to raise his chubby right hand, stretched out two fingers, and showed Qiao Siyi.

"Wrong, that's three."

Qiao Siyi looked at the little fat dun'er's hand, and when he saw that the little chubby dun'er made a two-to-two, he hurriedly raised his hand, and gently straightened the little finger that the little chubby dun 'er was holding.

"One, two, three!"

Little Fat Dun'er looked at his fingers, frowned, and then raised his left hand, poked the outstretched fingers of his right hand with his index finger, and counted them carefully.

proved with his actions that Dad was right, and he was wrong.

"Qiao Doudou, you are three years old, you can't cry all the time."

Qiao Siyi looked at the little chubby dun and educated him seriously.

"No, Doudou didn't cry all the time, nose."

Little Fat Dun'er expressed his dissatisfaction with his father's words, he didn't cry all the time, and his father couldn't say that about him.

"Who was crying just now?"

Qiao Siyi knew that the little fat dun had fallen into the trap he had set, and deliberately straightened his face.

"Me!"

Chubby Dun'er sniffed, looked at Qiao Siyi, poked his little face with his little fat finger, and replied with a milky voice.

"So you're still crying, and you're obedient in the future, and you're not allowed to cry."

Qiao Siyi raised his hand and pinched the little chubby dun'er's cheek.

Little Chubby Dun'er's face was pinched a little painfully, he shook his head, after shaking off his father's hand, frowned, thought seriously for a while, and then lay on his father's body, and answered "Okay" in a choked voice.