doctor girl

Chapter 543 Shame!

At this time, Han Xiaobao's wobbly chubby body had already come over here.The two chubby hands directly bypassed Han Shuhao's greeting and turned to Zhang Ting's lap.

"Mother, hug, hug." Little friend Han Xiaobao hugged Zhang Ting's leg, and shouted at Zhang Ting with his chubby red face.

The corner of Zhang Ting's mouth curled up, and he bent down to hug the little fat man in front of him.Wipe the sweat off the sweaty little guy's forehead with a handkerchief.

The little guy smelled the fragrance on his face, and shouted to Zhang Ting with his chubby face, "Smells, smells."

When Zhang Ting, who was wiping the little guy's sweat, heard this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he tapped the little friend Han Xiaobao's forehead, "You little rascal, do you know what smells good and what doesn't?"

When Han Xiaobao saw his mother nodding his little head, he thought that his mother was playing with him, and a cute big smile immediately appeared on his chubby little face.

Han Shuhao, who was standing on one side, saw the mother and son playing with their big and small foreheads against their foreheads.

A smile appeared on the handsome face with a hint of reluctance.This is enough, as long as his son can live well here, he will not be afraid of any filthy things in the capital.

For his son, even if he risked his life, he didn't care.

Even if Han Shuhao couldn't let go of his son, he couldn't help but leave.

In the early morning of the second day.

Taking advantage of his sleeping son not waking up, Han Shuhao reluctantly left Haojia Village under the farewell of Mrs. Deng and Zhang Ting.

Looking at the figure that was getting further and further away, Mrs. Deng stood at the door of Hao's house and sighed forcefully.

Zhang Ting, who was by Madam Deng's side, heard her sigh and held her hand, "Old Madam, don't worry, Han Houye is a Houye after all, he will be fine when he goes back this time. "

Mrs. Deng raised her head to look at Zhang Ting, slightly curved her mouth, showed a knowing smile, and patted the back of Zhang Ting's hand, "I know this old lady, I feel sorry for this child Xiaobao, it's not easy for Xiaobao to remember him I have a father, it's only been a few days, this father is going to leave him again, I don't dare to think now, if Xiaobao wakes up, Xiaobao finds that his father is gone, I don't know how to cry It's messed up."

Hearing this, Zhang Ting also showed a troubled expression on his face.

Isn't that right, the little guy is clinging to Han Shuhao every day now, and now he can't see his own father all of a sudden, and he doesn't know how sad the little guy is going to be.

At this time, Xiaobao cried loudly from inside Hao's house.

Zhang Ting and Mrs. Deng heard Xiaobao's cry, and they walked together to a certain room in Hao's house.

When Zhang Ting and Mrs. Deng walked into the room, they happened to see Zhang Hexi and Qing Xia coaxing the crying little friend Han Xiaobao in the room.

Seeing Zhang Ting and Mrs. Deng walking in, Zhang Hehe immediately seemed to see a savior in his eyes.

"Miss Zhang Ting, you can come here. Master Xiaobao is crying when he sees that Marquis Han is not here. The old slave and Qing Xia have been coaxing Master Xiaobao for a while, but it didn't work at all, and we were so anxious to death." .”

Zhang Ting patted the back of Zhang Memo's hand, and comforted him, "Zhang Hehe, don't worry, leave Xiaobao to me and Mrs. Deng."

At this time, Zhang Ting looked up at Xiaobao, and Mrs. Deng had already run to the bed to coax the little guy.

"Daddy, I want daddy." Han Xiaobao who was coaxed by Mrs. Deng was still crying, but not as loudly as before.

Mrs. Deng's eyes were also a little red at this time.

Mrs. Deng's voice was a little choked up, and she coaxed Xiaobao, "Be good, Xiaobao, your father left earlier, and he will come to see Xiaobao later, okay?"

"I want daddy, I want daddy." Xiaobao shook his little head vigorously, raised a pair of big eyes full of tears and looked towards Zhang Ting.

Looking at Xiaobao's pitiful appearance, Zhang Ting felt distressed to death, and scolded Han Shuhao several times in his heart as he was leaving.

This guy, since he can't stay here for a long time, why does he still come, why does Xiaobao have to rely on him so much.

Mrs. Deng looked at her grandson whose eyes were red from crying, and she couldn't help but shed tears from her eyes.

The grandparent and grandson hugged each other like this, you cry for me, I cry for you, the scene suddenly made people feel overwhelmed.

Zhang Hexi watched from the side, and his heart was about to get angry.Quickly looked towards Zhang Ting.

"Miss Zhang Ting, please help the old slave persuade the old man to follow the young master, so that they don't cry anymore. The old slave looks at them crying, and the old slave wants to cry too." After finishing speaking, Zhang Hexi's eyes really turned red .

Zhang Ting immediately raised his hands, made a gesture of surrender, looked at Zhang Hehe and said, "Zhang Hehe, Zhang Ting begs you, you just come to join in the fun."

When Zhang Hehe's eyes finally stopped shedding tears, Zhang Ting walked in front of the old and young grandparents and grandchildren.

He took the pitiful Han Xiaobao out of Mrs. Deng's arms.

The little guy is not crying now, but there are still crystal teardrops in his eyes, a pitiful look about to fall at any time.

"Old lady, don't cry too. Did you see Xiaobao? He didn't cry anymore. You grandma, don't cry anymore."

Mrs. Deng glanced at her grandson.

Isn't that right? The little guy hadn't cried a long time ago, but just looked towards her, the grandmother, with a pair of big eyeballs.

"Cry, ashamed." Xiao Bao stared at Mrs. Deng, and suddenly stretched out his chubby little hand to scrape his face.

When everyone in the room saw Xiaobao's action, they were taken aback for a moment, and then the room burst into dumbfounding laughter.

Zhang Tingxiao's stomach hurts, he looked down at Xiaobao who was leaning in his arms, stretched out his hand and gently scratched his red nose and said, "You still have people saying that if you didn't cry, your grandmother would cry ?"

Hearing his mother's voice, Xiao Bao raised his head to look towards Zhang Ting, with a lovely smile on his face.

Stretched out a chubby finger, pointed to Mrs. Deng, and said to Zhang Ting, "Mother, be ashamed, cry."

There was a time when Little Treasure was crying, and Zhang Ting scratched his chubby little face a few times with his two fingers, and said a few shameful words to him.

But what Zhang Ting didn't expect was that this little guy actually remembered it.

"Yes, shame, so, Xiaobao is not allowed to cry, otherwise he will be ashamed, do you hear me?" Zhang Ting said, looking down at the little guy in his arms.

The little guy nodded vigorously, "Don't cry, don't be ashamed." The little guy suddenly smiled and buried his head and face in Zhang Ting's arms.

When Mrs. Deng saw her grandson like this, there was a dumbfounding expression on her old face.

"You little brat, just now he was the one who made me cry, but now he actually laughs at me instead." The red-eyed Mrs. Deng stared at Xiao Bao's grandson with a kind smile on her face.

(End of this chapter)