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Chapter Six His Name Is Zhuang Jiahao

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    Sheng'er picked up another beast and placed Ding Dou in my room.

    Ding Dou was still awake, drawing with a pencil.

    ? I watched Ding Dou draw a picture quietly, but I didn¡¯t know where my mind had wandered. Ding Dou called me several times before returning to my senses.

    "Auntie, auntie! Why are you in a daze?"

    "Oh, what's the matter? Dingdou."

    Ding Dou handed the finished painting to me, and said innocently and romantically: "Do you think Ding Dou's paintings look good?"

    I leaned my head to look at it. The painting was immature and distorted, but it was clear that there were three people, two adults, and a child in the middle. One adult was obviously a mother in a skirt, and the other was obviously a father in pants.

    I pointed to the drawing board and asked, "This is Ding Dou, this is Ding Dou's mother, is this Ding Dou's father? Has Ding Dou ever met his father?"

    Ding Dou laughed happily: "Auntie is so smart! Ding Dou is in school, and the teacher asked me to draw a happy family of parents, but I have never seen my father. Last time I saw my mother bring a man into the room, Ding Dou  I just drew him. Doesn¡¯t it look like Ding Dou¡¯s family?¡±

    I was astonished, and became at a loss for a moment, Ding Dou was already misled by Sheng'er's actions at such a young age.

    "Auntie, are you still answering me?" Ding Dou still looked innocent, I reached out and snatched the painting from his hand: "Listen Ding Dou, this person is not your father. Is your mother the only one who knows? No  Dad is no big deal, it is enough for you to have a mother who loves you so much. There are many children the same size as you in the world who don¡¯t even have a mother, and many of them are orphans.  Have a good smile."

    Children can really change their faces. They laughed innocently just now, but now they are crying with tears in their eyes: "Oh```But```Other children have parents```Their fathers will give them  Buying toys```Buying dolls```I don¡¯t```I don¡¯t have a father when others bully me```Woo```" Ding Dou sniffed his nose and wiped his tears with his little hands.

    Looking at Ding Dou whose face was full of tears, my heart also became sore, and I took a tissue to wipe his tears: "Okay, okay ```Ding Dou is not crying, huh? Don't cry."

    The door was pushed open by Sheng'er. Seeing Ding Dou crying, she couldn't help asking gently: "What's wrong? Ding Dou, why are you crying? Ouch~ Look at this crying face, stop crying and cry```"

    Ding Dou cried for a while, was coaxed by Sheng'er for a long time before he recovered, and slowly fell asleep while rocking in his arms.

    Seeing that Ding Dou was fast asleep, Sheng'er carefully carried him back to her room, and I couldn't help following him.

    Sheng'er carefully covered Ding Dou with the quilt, and asked me in a low voice: "Don't look at Ding Dou, he is very strong, and he usually doesn't cry when he falls. Is it because of his father that he cried for so long this time?"  ah?"

    Sheng'er sat side by side with me at the end of the bed, I nodded, holding Ding Dou's painting just now in my hand.  Sheng'er took it slowly, with a sad look on her face: "I knew that after sending him to a private elementary school recently, he was very concerned about his father. Last time he asked me 'Mom, why do other children have parents?  Send it to school, where is my father? I was in a hurry last time, and I beat him, "

    I said softly: "Is his father still there?"

    Sheng'er nodded: "Originally, I was a working girl in a factory. I met his father in the factory. Later, we dated. It happened to be Chinese New Year that year. He said he was going home to celebrate the New Year. After that farewell, I never  I¡¯ve seen him before. I didn¡¯t answer my calls, and I don¡¯t know where he lives? I just waited for him stupidly for several months before I found out that I was pregnant. At first I thought about getting rid of it, but I didn¡¯t have the courage  , Seeing my belly grow up day by day, and occasionally I can feel it kicking you, my heart softened, thinking that it is a fresh life. So I resigned, gave birth to the child, and now take Ding  Dou doesn¡¯t dare to go home, so let¡¯s just live like this.¡±

    "Could it be that your family has never looked for you? Why did you become like this in the end?"

    "I should have looked for it, but when I made up my mind to give birth to Dingdou, I had already decided not to have any contact with my family. My grandpa, parents are very traditional people, and they would not accept me getting pregnant out of wedlock  Rather than go home and lose their face, let them think that I died outside. Dingdou was born and used up all my savings. At that time, Dingdou was less than two years old and fell ill. I borrowed money everywhere to cure him.  , in order to pay off the debt, I had no choice but to find the fastest shortcut to make money."

    I held Sheng'er's hand and didn't know what to say for a while: "I hope you don't work too hard, you are still young, it doesn't matter if you find someone to marry in another place."

    Sheng'er patted my hand and nodded: "Yes, I will marry, but I don't have the intention yet."

    I thought about it, every day?How can you still have confidence in men when you laugh and have fun with those beasts?  I got up and went back to my room. Everyone has a story. It turns out that Sheng'er's situation is much more difficult than mine.

    I am not surprised to meet Lin Haoying again. I naturally guessed that it was Zhang Xiaoyang who informed me, but I really don't want to see her again.

    Haoying didn¡¯t ask any questions that day. I tried my best to be indifferent, and deliberately rang my mobile phone halfway, making excuses to leave. In my opinion, they all had a better life than me, and I was a filthy person.

    I heard from Sister Fang that I was lucky. A young, handsome and rich man booked me for the night. When I walked into the room, I found out that it was a man I had met twice. His name was Zhuang.

    Zhuang still didn't touch me this time, but just sat opposite me leaning against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

    There was a plate of fruit on the table, and Zhuang picked out a piece of watermelon for me with a toothpick, smiling warmly: "Eat it."

    I lowered my head, ate quietly, and waited for Zhuang to say something, but I finished eating slowly, and he still didn't speak, so I couldn't help but ask: "I'm taking my time but don't touch me, just treat me to some fruit,  Are you really weird?"

    Zhuang smiled softly: "You want me to touch you?"

    I was instantly blocked by this sentence, I just bit my lips: "Every one of my guests is not like you."

    "Maybe there should be one who is different from them, and only when they are different will they be remembered."

    I laughed at myself: "Why do you have to behave differently in front of me? I'm just a lowly woman who is willing to put down her dignity to serve anyone as long as she spends money."

    Zhuang put away his smile, and gently put the fruit that was about to be put into his mouth back on the plate: "I just think you are special, and I want you to relax and stay with me."

    I suddenly realized my identity. I almost forgot that the person sitting opposite me was my guest. I lowered my head and smiled: "Thank you, what should I do?"

    "Just sit down. The name Xiao Yanzi should not be your real name, right? What is your real name?"

    I didn't hesitate: "Han Yan, Korean Han, bright Yan. What about you? Full name?"

    "Zhuang Jiahao, nice to meet you, Han Yan."

    Zhuang once again picked a piece of orange and put it in front of me. Looking at his charming smile, I was shocked by an unprecedented politeness and sincerity.

    I smiled from the bottom of my heart: "My former friends called me Yanzi, so you should do the same."

    "Okay, Yanzi."

    Both Zhuang and I laughed, and that laugh resonated from our hearts.  There's an intimate feeling that makes me think we should have known each other long ago.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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