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Shi Kuoting didn't go to the hospital even though he dropped his glass at the drinking party.

Ying Xiaonong knew that he was afraid.

The tall man of 1.8 meters is not enough to tell ghost stories. He can fight people desperately for the troupe and Baochan, but he dare not face his weak right hand.

Because when his surname is based on blood, he is the owner of Ruyizhou, but he has no voice. This huqin is the last connection between him and his family. If he loses this connection, what will he become?

An outsider who has time to go to the theater?

So he just procrastinated like this, procrastinating for a week and another week, procrastinating so that Ying Xiaonong became anxious, gave him a kick if he had nothing to do, and told him to "go to the hospital".

He finally went anyway, wearing a rare suit, given by Baochan years ago, the length, fat and thin, shoulders are just right, once upper body, his demeanor changed, not like a luthier, but like a little gold collar.

Ying Xiaonong hugged Xiaobao and sent him to the door, looked up and down: "Oh, don't say, you are no worse than Kuang Zheng, you look like a dog."

Shi Kuoting glanced at him sideways, and opened the door with his left hand: "A dog can't spit out ivory."

"A dog can't beat you," Ying Xiaonong kicked him as if, raised his foot and swayed, "I said..." He pretended to be casual, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No need," Shi Kuoting's voice was a little weak, "You can take Xiaobao at home."

"I'll take Xiaobao with me." Ying Xiaonong was acting like a fool, but in fact he wanted to accompany him in his heart, afraid that something might happen and he couldn't handle it alone.

"The hospital is full of bacteria," Shi Kuoting waved him back to the room, "and infected my daughter again."

Ying Xiaonong didn't speak.

"Let's go." Shi Kuoting turned and went downstairs without raising his head.

Ying Xiaonong closed the door, looking neat and tidy, but actually stood at the door for a long time without moving, until the footsteps could no longer be heard, then carried Xiao Bao to the east room, lying on the window sill and looking down.

A tall figure came out from the door of the unit. It should have swaggered, but with its head drooped, it walked around the ball kicked by the children in the community, and walked slowly along the sprouting peach trees by the roadside.

"Look at your dad," Ying Xiaonong patted Xiaobao's butt, "like someone got mad at him."

Xiaobao chewed on his fingers, and responded in a childish voice: "Yeah."

"That's right," Ying Xiaonong curled her lips, "I'm really worried about him."

The person was invisible, he came down from the window sill, hugged Xiaobao and sat down on the sofa. As usual, he hummed a joke and played with her fingers. Suddenly, he found that he had changed. Ying Xiaonong, who was playing the game soaring, did not know where to go, and now it's all fucking quiet.

He looked down at the little thing in his arms: "It's all your fault, poor boy."

"Huh?" Xiao Bao tilted his head and blinked innocently.

"Look at your dad with big eyes." He put her down, took out his mobile phone and checked Weibo, "Your trick won't work for me."

He flipped through the homepage, and then looked at the trending searches. No. 1 was the familiar name again: Master Jiu.

Wen Jiu is also a frequent visitor to the hot search, Ying Xiaonong lacks interest and shortcomings to enter, to be honest, he is full of melons in the entertainment industry, just looking at two lines, he suddenly froze, the words "Wan Rong Zhen Hui" appeared in front of him , there is also a famous name in front of it, "the first brother of private bank art trading".

Ying Xiaonong was stunned. It was like seeing college classmates drinking together last night on TV. It was extremely unreal. Then, he frowned. How could a private bank be involved in a celebrity scandal?

He read a few microblogs, which talked about Master Jiu and the famous lady, but there was not a single photo of the two of them in the same frame in the accompanying picture. The most conspicuous thing was a huge pink chicken, with a weird color and The strong shape is directly in the eyes of the spectators.This chicken has power. Even people who know nothing about oil painting will stop, click, zoom in, or admire or inexplicably say: "This is fucking art!"

After that, Ying Xiaonong clicked on the real-time Weibo to see the comments of netizens:

The scumbag man is harmful to people. When the young lady is rich, she silently follows him. If he thinks that he is bankrupt and broke up, he will forget it. He even runs around in front of him. He really has no heart!

That is, Miss Sister is so sad, it turns out that she is also a golden branch and jade leaf.

Don't label things indiscriminately. If you run into an event, you will be a scumbag?Master Jiu can't go where she goes?Breaking up is not even breathing a sin?

Scum boy fan fuck off! ! !

Your mom died!

Your home is steamed and cooked to make a paste!

What kind of shit event is this, please invite a scumbag to be a guest, and boycott the organizer!

Hello!They are private banks!How can ordinary people like us resist...

Really, the most unlucky thing is that Wanrong Zhenhui, a good private bank, a good art, let a scumbag drag him into trouble...

It's unlucky for the scumbag, who annoyed the private banker, wouldn't it be easy to make him a little star?

Really, the scumbag dug his own grave hhhhhhhhh

Sister, from my village, what is private bank?

It is a high-end bank that manages money for rich people and large companies, the kind that deposits from 3000 to [-] million.

Is it so beefy!Is there any Weibo, I want to pay attention to the world of the rich orz

This, @万荣陈汇, I really know what it means to be rich after seeing it...

By the way, I love that pink chicken.

No, I can't appreciate it.

It's not the same, it's weird.

I went to pay attention to the private bank, and waited for the scumbag to die tragically.

"Yeah!" Xiaobao grabbed the phone to prevent Ying Xiaonong from looking at it, pestering her for a hug.

"Don't make trouble," Ying Xiaonong took her small arms and put her on the bed, "I don't usually see you making trouble with your father, but I know you are making trouble with me."

Xiaobao yelled, was very attached to him, pouted his buttocks and wanted to stand up, but Ying Xiaonong annoyed her by making her fuss, so he dropped the phone to turn on the computer, put on the earphones to play games.

He didn't log in to his account for more than a month, he just hit hard, a hail of bullets, a large anti-equipment sniper swept all directions, and the bullets slammed out of the chamber, but for some reason, the hearty feeling in the past was gone, replaced by a kind of Inexplicable emptiness, one target after another fell in front of the muzzle of the gun, but he didn't make any waves. At this moment, there was a thud behind him, and something fell from the bed.

Ying Xiaonong pulled off the earphones and stared back at the bed. There were a few pillows piled up on the bed, the quilt was unfolded and spread out flat, Xiaobao was not on top.

He panicked, and in an instant, cold sweat burst out from his scalp, underarms, and back. It was only two or three steps from the computer desk to the bedside. Every step he took seemed to be in slow motion. He didn't dare to think that Xiaobao would fall. What has become, I just hate myself why I played games, why I accidentally held her in my arms!

"Little Treasure!" He walked around to the side of the bed, there was only one book on the floor, "Fifty Ways to Control Your Emotions" bought by Shi Kuoting at a second-hand book stand, his mind was a little confused, he knelt down to look under the bed, "Shi Xiaobao?"

Suddenly, there was giggling on the bed, and Ying Xiaonong jumped up: "Shi Xiaobao!" He stepped onto the bed and lifted the entire quilt, "Where are you, I won't come out for a while, my little butt will make you famous! "

"Ahhhhh!" A chubby hand stretched out from the pile of pillows at the head of the bed, grabbing at him.

Ying Xiaonong stood there in a daze, she was fine, she was just playing, ecstasy like the afterlife, he crawled over, took away the pillows one by one, she was at the bottom, rolled herself into a ball, so cute, like a Angel.

"Little Treasure," he picked up the child and hugged it firmly to his chest, "I scared you to death!" He was fierce, but his words were gentle, "I will never play games again, and I will be like a searchlight from now on!" Staring at you, I will go wherever you go, let's see if you dare to scare me!"

Xiao Bao put his arms around his neck, and kissed him so hard that Ying Xiao Nong's heart melted, he was so impatient with her, he always thought of her as a little burden, and Shi Kuo Ting forced him into a big trouble At this moment, he realized that the love and devotion day after day, this picked up child is already an inseparable part of him.

Xiao Bao chuckled, sat on his lap with his little butt twisted, grabbed his fingers with both hands, very suddenly, and seemed to be a matter of course, softly called: "What... Mom!"

Ying Xiaonong was dumbfounded, and stared at her in a daze: "You...what did you call me?"

Xiaobao repeated subconsciously: "Mom...Mom..."

Ying Xiaonong couldn't explain how he felt at this moment, he was obviously not a mother, but he felt the excitement of becoming a mother, his chest became hot, and he jumped non-stop: "Don't, don't bark!"

Xiaobao seemed to be deliberately against him, and shouted: "Mom!"

Ying Xiaonong knelt down beside the bed, holding this miraculous baby: "Little Treasure," he softened his voice, "Come on, follow me, Dad—"

Xiao Bao held his finger and put it in his mouth: "Mom..."

"No," Ying Xiaonong corrected, "Bo Dad! Dad!"

Little Treasure tried hard to learn: "Mom!"

Ying Xiaonong is anxious: "Dad!"

Xiao Bao pouted, "Mom!"

"Oh my god," Ying Xiaonong patted his thigh, "Dad!"

At this time, there was a sound of opening the door of the outer room, Shi Kuoting came back, Ying Xiaonong quickly covered Xiaobao's mouth, clasped his hands together and bowed to her: "Ancestor, don't call me mom, don't call me mom!"

He picked up the child and went out, adjusting his tone: "It's pretty fast."

"The hospital is just across the road." Shi Kuoting took off his suit, his expression was not very good.

Ying Xiaonong leaned against the wall to look at him, and asked after a long time: "How is it?"

Shi Kuoting's hand on the slipper froze and did not answer.

Ying Xiaonong immediately pursed her lips and didn't ask any more questions.

"Are you hungry?" Shi Kuoting rolled up his shirt sleeves, "Can I fry a pork liver for you?"

Ying Xiaonong stared at him, even opened the refrigerator door with his left hand: "When I was old, teach me how to cook."

Shi Kuoting stood there without taking the pork liver, and exhaled slowly: "The doctor suspects... it is mild nerve adhesion caused by long-term muscle strain." He closed the refrigerator, "To confirm, we need to do further examinations .”

Nerve adhesion?Ying Xiaonong understood the word, but did not understand the specific meaning.

"If you get tired again," Shi Kuoting turned around, "it may cause muscle atrophy."

shrink?Ying Xiao was astonished.

"I..." Shi Kuoting smiled wryly, "I really can't play the piano anymore."

"Atrophied... what will happen?" Ying Xiaonong asked.

Shi Kuoting walked up to him, lovingly touching Xiaobao's chubby wrist: "It will be disabled."