But when she thought that this child was the child of Zhang Mandie and Liao Donghai, she felt sick for a while.

Seeing her saying this, Liao Donghai frowned even more.

"What do you mean by this!?"

He walked in front of her, not knowing whether it was a guilty conscience or something else, his tone also slowed down a lot.

"What do you mean? Why don't you understand Chinese now!"

He Qingming looked at her with a mocking smile.

"What I mean is...I don't have so many things, and you don't have to pin all your hopes on me. Since we are all busy with work, we might as well send this child to your parents!"

She walked to the sofa and sat down.

After sitting at the desk for a whole day, my spirit has long been tense. Now I am sitting on the soft sofa, and I feel very refreshed in an instant.

"Qingming, you are really disappointing. After all, this is your child. Do you feel sorry for you when you talk like this?"

After Liao Donghai said this, he walked to the crib again and picked up the child.

When the child was in the daytime, he hired a nanny, but this nanny only works daytime, and must go back at six o'clock in the evening.

Just when he was still on his way from get off work, the babysitter bombarded him with a call and said that He Qingming's phone call was impossible to get through at all.

Liao Donghai was very angry. When he rushed back, he called He Qingming, but he was always blind.

It is impossible for his own son to take it to heart. He took his crying jealous son back from the nanny, and Liao Donghai cursed He Qingming.

However, now He Qingming has such an indifferent attitude, which makes Liao Donghai very frustrated.

However, he was very unreasonable in his heart, and he could only talk to He Qingming softly.

"Qingming, this is our child. Besides, you said it before, and you will only have such a child in the future. I also agreed, so now this child is the baby in the palm of our hand. You see How happy he is smiling!"

With that said, Liao Donghai carefully sent the child into He Qingming's arms.

Looking at the child in front of him, He Qingming now dislikes it very much, the kind of dislike from his heart.

It is the feeling of disgust that hits the bottom of my heart.

"Liao Donghai!"

He Qingming called his name sternly.

With her sharp voice, the child was not scared, but Liao Donghai was scared.

"Are you sick, so loud, you will scare the child!"

Liao Donghai scolded loudly.

Originally, when He Qingming spoke loudly, the child did not cry, but now when Liao Donghai yelled loudly, because he was close to the child, the child was actually scared.

The child started crying in fright. Seeing the child crying, at this time, Liao Donghai carefully hugged the child very distressed.

Even if there was a lot of anger in my heart before, at this time, it turned into nothingness.

He Qingming saw his humming softly coaxing the child and went to the nursery.

She went straight upstairs.

He returned to his room, took his pajamas, and went to take a shower.

When she took a bath and walked downstairs, Liao Donghai had probably coaxed the child.