He was wearing loose pajamas, and when he entered the door, he gently closed the door, and then looked at Ming Ansheng, who was sitting at the desk and buried himself in a pile of papers, "Dad, you smoke so much again." ”

Beibei was depressed.

Ming Ansheng heard Beibei's voice and knew that he was coming, he raised his head from his work and looked at the little guy walking towards him, he frowned slightly, "Why don't you go to sleep yet?" ”

Beibei walked to Ming Ansheng's desk, glanced at the ashtray on the table, and piled up most of the cigarettes in the ashtray, he pouted and said, "Today I have a classmate who said that his father has lung cancer, just because his father has a lot of work pressure and smokes a lot every day. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and hugged Ming Ansheng's arm again, in a begging tone, "Dad, can you stop smoking so much?" ”

Ming Ansheng chuckled, stretched out his hand and gently poked Beibei's head, "Stinky boy, what are you thinking about." ”

Lung cancer?

What would happen if he was really unfortunate enough to take possession of it?

Will she pity him and will come back to see him? Will you make Little Joe call him Daddy?

Thinking about it, he hooked his lips self-deprecatingly.

He suddenly understood people who committed suicide by breaking up and cutting their wrists or taking sleeping pills.

"Dad, I actually know that you like Little Joe's mother very much." Beibei frowned and pouted, looking very unhappy.

It was not the first time he had discussed Su Yue with Ming Ansheng, so Ming Ansheng was used to it, and he didn't have much reaction.

"Go to bed, kids do so much to do."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pushed Beibei out.

Beibei refused to leave, he looked at Ming Ansheng confidently and said, "Of course I have to take care of it, if you are because Xiao Qiao's mother suffers from lovesickness, or if there is something wrong with smoking, I will have no father in the future." ”

As he spoke, he pursed his lips and muttered pitifully, "I don't have a mother anymore." ”

Hearing this, Ming Ansheng's heart tightened, he reached out and touched Beibei's head, and the other hand holding a cigarette reached out to the ashtray and extinguished the remaining cigarettes.

Then he smiled and comforted Beibei, "Don't think nonsense, I'll be fine." ”

Having such a sentimental child at home is sometimes really helpless.

thinks he's very fragmented, but he's so sensible that he wants to lose his temper and post it.

Beibei leaned on the corner of the table but refused to leave, he looked at Ming Ansheng again and asked, "Dad, do you love my mother more, or do you love Xiao Qiao's mother more?" ”

Ming Ansheng was stunned, "Why do you ask that?" ”

In fact, this answer does not need to be thought, not considered, and not measured.

Separated from Mei Duo, he did not tear his heart apart, he was heartbroken, and he could still face her calmly when he met again, and he could treat her as a good friend.

But for Su Yue, he never stopped wanting to use her **.

The tone asked Mei Duo and Su Yue who he loved more, it was better to ask who was his true love, his love.

The answer is Su Yue.

Seeing that Ming Ansheng didn't answer him, Beibei pouted and said, "Actually, even if you love Xiao Qiao's mother a little more, I won't blame you, after all, my mother is no longer there, and you can't see her if you love her, so you still love what you can see." ”

He leaned against the corner of the table, his head tilted at forty-five degrees, looking a little sad.

Ming Ansheng looked at his immature little face in surprise.

He doesn't understand why a child thinks so much, his mind is completely adult.

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