Male God Please Lie Down

Isn't it clear enough that I told her in the morning?

"Mianmian, didn't you feel a little shy when you just teased me? Don't worry, I won't talk nonsense now, I just want to hear your gentle voice."

Hearing Ying Yizhe's words, Ding Qingming was speechless at the moment, holding the grass, the two of them still chatted, and then this Bu Mianmian turned the call to himself, is he mentally ill!

Ding Qingming coughed twice and cleared his throat.

"This gentleman, I'm not Bu Mianmian. As for why, you should ask carefully when sending a message."

Ding Qingming hung up the phone and set up the phone again.

This Bu Mianmian is really brain-dead.

As for the extent to which Ying Yizhe would talk with Bu Mianmian afterwards, it was not for Ding Qingming to worry about it.

When he got off work at night, Ding Qingming went to the 28th floor specially.

As soon as I entered, the secretaries said hello again and again.

At this time, the door of the president's office also slowly opened.

A man about forty years old walked out of it.

"dad!"

Seeing Ding Quanheng coming out, Ding Qingming hurriedly greeted him.

"Why are you here!?"

Ding Quanheng looked at her with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, obviously still very happy.

"I thought, it's been a long time since I went back to eat, I'll go back first."

Ding Qingming walked to him, stretched out his hand, and took his wrist.

"Okay, you-mother must be very happy, I'll call back first!"

Ding Quanheng looked at her, and then made another call. When he called, he spoke softly. It can be seen that there is someone he likes very much on the other end of the phone.

"Well, you-mother is very happy."

Ding Quanheng hung up the phone and looked at Ding Qingming again with a grin.

"Ok."

Ding Qingming nodded and went down with Ding Quanheng.

"I'll go together in Dad's car!"

Ding Qingming directly followed Ding Quanheng and sat in the back of the car.

Ding Quanheng was also very surprised, but he was more happy.

When he got home, Miao Yiyi didn't know what to do when he saw Ding Qingming's return.

She kept holding this thing to eat and holding that thing to drink.

Ding Quanheng was holding the newspaper and looked at it on one side, and he felt Miao Yiyi was like a top, constantly spinning by his side, spinning around.

"If you are like this, your daughter will be scared away by you!"

Ding Quanheng said with a smile.

"I'm not having fun watching my daughter come back!"

Miao Yiyi listened to Ding Quanheng's words and sat down beside Ding Qingming.

"Qingming, how are you doing recently?"

Miao Yiyi asked aloud, looking at Qingming's eyes, full of exploration.

"I'm fine!"

Seeing her with such big piercing eyes and looking straight at herself, Ding Qingming felt amused for a while.

After answering, he looked at Miao Yiyi again.

"Mom, you don't need to be so busy."

"It's rare for you to come back, I'm happy!"

Miao Yiyi smiled and nodded.

Ding Qingming heard her say this, so he said again, "Or I will move back to live!"

She had just finished saying this, Miao Yiyi made Ding Quanheng glance at each other, and the two of them didn't know why.

Is this kid true?

When she moved out, she said that she felt that there was no space at home. When she grew up and wanted to think independently, she moved out.