Dressed as a paranoid Lord Qin's rival

Chapter 42 My Daddy's Name is Qin Haji

There is only one middle school in the county, and Yunheng's high school is also in this school.

But she has excellent grades, never causes trouble in school, and is the teacher's favorite representative of good students.

Xie Jingyun was the complete opposite of her.

Kneeling on the ground and doubting his life for a long time, Xie Jingyun finally stood up grinning.

Yun Heng moved a low stool and sat at the door, leaning against the door frame lazily and tiredly, squinting at him with a half-smile: "Can you still stand up?"

Xie Jingyun: "..."

He is not lame.

Yunheng obviously pulled back his strength, and after that period of pain, the pain gradually subsided.

But the young man was arrogant, and he was defeated by Yun Heng after three times, five divisions and two, and he even paid his respects to the other party in advance, which inevitably made him feel embarrassed.

Yunheng saw the boy's mind, and stopped teasing him, and played puzzle games on his mobile phone with his son.

The younger brothers ran away, and Xie Jingyun had lost face with the younger brothers just now, so he didn't want to go out now, and sat on the threshold in silence.

He turned his head and glanced at Yun Heng beside him, his gaze finally fell on Yun Putao, and he asked awkwardly, "Where's your husband?"

Yun Heng replied without raising his head, "I'm not married."

Xie Jingyun was a little surprised, but didn't say anything, touched his nose and said, "I thought you would be with Brother Qin."

Hearing this, Yun Heng finally raised his eyes to look at him: "Brother Qin? Qin Jiye?"

"En." Xie Jingyun nodded, suddenly remembered something, and looked at the little guy lying in Yunheng's arms, "Speaking of which, your son seems to look a bit like Brother Qin."

People who didn't know thought the little guy was Qin Jiye's illegitimate son.

Yun Heng said without changing his face: "It's just a coincidence."

At this moment, Yun Putao poked her head out, looked at him and said, "Little uncle, my father's name is not Qin Jiye."

"Then what's his name?"

"Qin Haw."

Xie Jingyun: "...?"

What the hell?
Yunheng couldn't help but think of a certain man's nickname on WeChat, and then think of the original owner telling the little guy that his father's name is Qin Haji.

[Dare to ask Brother Qin, did you take this vest yourself? ]
[It was taken by a pig. ]
Yunheng: "..."

She suddenly understood something.

**
When Yun Yu came back from picking vegetables in the field, she was shocked to see that her son did not go out to fight on the Internet as usual, but played marbles with Yun Putao in the yard.

However, she quickly adjusted her mood, walked over to the little guy and asked softly, "Gao, is there any food you don't like?"

Yun Putao raised her head, a pair of black and clear eyes seemed to gather the Milky Way.

The little guy's voice was soft and waxy: "I don't eat eggs and celery, as well as tofu and tomatoes..."

Yun Yu was slightly taken aback, always feeling that the food that the little guy doesn't like to eat resembles someone else.

But who this person is, she really can't remember for a while.

"So many demands." Yun Heng patted the little guy's head from behind, "You can eat whatever your aunt does."

Yun Putao pursed her lips and muttered softly, "But I want to eat what Mommy made."

It had been a long time since he had eaten a meal cooked by Heng Heng himself.

Hearing the little guy's muttering, Yunheng was taken aback, but she doesn't know how to cook.

But the original owner can do it, and when the original owner is not working, he will make some cute and delicate snacks in the kitchen to feed his son.

Yunheng: It's really hard to raise.

Looking at the little guy with his head hanging down and lacking in interest, Yunheng leaned over and rubbed his son's hair: "Do you just eat whatever I do?"

Yun Putao nodded, and said in a serious tone, "Hmph, I don't despise you."

Yunheng: "..."

It sounds familiar.

It seems that his father also said something similar...

(End of this chapter)