Lao Gong is a crybaby

"If not, I'm sorry..." Yang Jingcheng picked up his cold hand to his lips and kissed it, with a painful expression, "Just wait for me, and when this project is completed by the end of the year, I can accompany you every day. After quitting my job, I will accompany you for a walk on Binjiang Road every day after work, don’t you want to raise a dog? Then I will raise it with you, okay? "

"Okay." The smile on An Ruofei's face grew stronger, and she looked at the man she had loved for 20 years with nostalgia.

In this life, he is content.

"Bam—"

"Fuck it!" Yang Gun kicked on the trash can, and the smelly trash was dumped all over the floor.

When pedestrians saw him, they unconsciously walked around him, for fear that they would be affected by anger.

Yang Ju turned a deaf ear to the sharp sirens one after another, and dragged his heavy steps across the wide road.

The sea breeze was blowing, rolling up layers of waves, brushing over his face, but it didn't take away the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

"Little brother, look at the camera, sir, you stand inside and stand still."

Yang Jue puffed up his immature face and asked loudly: "I want to ride on Dad's shoulders for a photo!"

Su Yan knelt down and hugged him, coaxing: "Mama, can you take a picture while holding you?"

"I don't! I want Dad!" He dictated like a little devil, Yang Jingcheng laughed, and picked him up and put him on his shoulder.

"Hold on firmly, I don't care if it falls!"

Yang Jue held his father's head tightly with his two small palms, and shook his legs vigorously on him, smiling so happily, "Hahahaha...drive! Dad is a big horse!"

Su Yan was apprehensive, and stretched out his hands to palm his back, for fear that he would toss himself down like this.

The picture freezes in an instant, the happiest moment in his life.

The notification tone of the text message on the mobile phone suddenly sounded, it was a message from Su Yan.

——"Little Gun, why didn't you take the shoes that mom bought for you? What did you have for lunch? Mom ordered a birthday cake on the street, and bring it here for you to eat with your classmates, okay?"

Yang Ju held his head and squatted on the ground in pain. Unstoppable tears flooded his eyes, flowed into his mouth, scratched the fragile esophagus, and made him feel miserable.

"Woo...I hate you...I hate you...why...why..."

Why give birth to him?

Why don't you like to be together?

Why can you care about that man in every detail, but you can even forget your own son's birthday?

What are you?

Not even wild species.