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The father, who has always been strong, even took the initiative to lower his pleading, and Xicheng also heard a throat.

"Dad, I know. You can rest assured, I... I must go!"

Gu Wen nodded.

"Just got off the plane, you have a good rest, I will go down and see if the car is not finished."

Xicheng turned again and walked to the door, watching him open the door and walk outside the door, Gu Wenhou suddenly called him.

"Little cold!"

"Yep?"

"That... summer is it? She... what kind of person? If..."

If there is feeling between them, the child is indeed the child of both of them, and that summer is a good girl, he can also consider agreeing to them.

Xicheng groaned and suddenly understood the meaning of his father.

"You think more."

In the eyes of Gu Wenhou, a disappointment flashed, raising his hand and gently swaying at him.

"Go ahead!"

Gently close the door of the study, Xicheng raised his hand and rubbed a face, and once again flashed his face in the summer.

He and summer warm...

No, he immediately shook his head.

Although she had a child with him, Xicheng did not think it was possible.

In the memory, the summer warm performance is very good. Since she came to the class, the first mid-term exam, she took two points and took the first place he has won.

So a good and beautiful girl, how could there be no pursuer, how can he like him as a **** who did that kind of thing for her?

So, things go back to the origin again.

Why do you want to give birth to this child in summer, and why should you send the child back... These two questions once again come to mind.

No matter what, be sure to find her and figure things out.

With a light sigh of relief, Xicheng hurried down the stairs.

Throughout the afternoon, he was busy packing things for the little guys - only Zheng Zheng and Bai Hao at home, not many people can help him, Xicheng also wants to do some things for his son.

then.

Put things in a folded bag, hold the toys into the living room, assemble toys, assemble the cribs...

The finger that had just passed the pen and played the piano took the screwdriver for the first time. When the crib was assembled, he was already sweaty and added several wounds to his finger.

Wrap the band-aid on your finger and look at the cot that is about to be assembled. Xicheng is full of sense of accomplishment.

"Young Master!" Bai Hao walked in with the handset of the radiotelephone, and pressed the handset with one hand, and the man leaned over to him. "Your phone, Miss Mina."

Xicheng frowned and took the receiver and sent it to his ear.

"Hey?"

“Very apologize, take the liberty to call the phone. I just found an Italian restaurant that looks good. If you don’t mind, can we change the dinner here?”

Looking at the window inadvertently, Xicheng discovered that it was already dusk.

Slightly sinking, he licks his lips.

"Okay, no problem, you tell the address to the white, we will see you later!"

Hand the handset to the day, West City bent to pick up the last crib part, carefully screw the hole and install the part on the small bed.

Put the cool bedding on the cot, then cover the small sheets that have been washed, and move the cot to the open space on the side of the big bed. Xicheng straightens up some aching waist, stretches the arm, and raises the lips satisfactorily. angle.

With this small bed, there is no longer any need to worry that the little guy will get out of bed in the middle of the night, look up the time and turn around and walk into the bathroom.

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