Mr. He’s Daily Affections

He Jingyao put away his cell phone, walked to He Yirong's bed and sat down, picked up an apple, and started peeling it casually.

You're not happy to ask you to accompany me, aren't you? He Yirong glared at him, Am I still your father? Do you understand filial piety?

I was still sleeping with my wife in my bed. When I found out you were sick, I came over to visit you as soon as possible. He Jingyao's tone was lazy, Isn't this filial piety?

Your sister is not as impatient as you! He Yirong said in an unhappy tone, Sure enough, my daughter is still considerate!

He Jingyao raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, pretending that he didn't hear anything, and handed him the pitted apple: The apple you want.

He Yirong frowned, but finally took it and took a bite.

By the way, that child... is called Xiaobao, right? Didn't you say that he is your son? I asked you to do a paternity test, why did you refuse? The more you refuse, the more I suspect that you are deceiving Me! He Yirong looked at him suspiciously.

It's enough for me to know that Xiaobao is my son. He Jingyao curled his lips, As for whether you believe it or not, that's your own business.

He Yirong almost fell down in anger!

That's right. He had the surgery anyway, so even if he didn't believe it, there was nothing he could do!

He Yirong suppressed his heartache and rubbed his chest: Go, go back to the old house and get me a document.

He Jingyao glanced at him: Do you want me to be your secretary?

Are you still my son? He Yirong was so angry with him, I asked you to get it, naturally because the document is very important and cannot be seen by others! The document is in my study, on the bookcase. It's in the third row. Get it as soon as you find it.

He Jingyao had no choice but to stand up: Okay, you have a good rest, I'll go right away.

Let He Bing accompany you. He Yirong warned.

He Jingyao curled his lips noncommittally.

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Last night He Yirong suddenly felt unwell. Liu Minjun took Ziyi and hurriedly sent him to the hospital, and then stayed with He Yirong until He Jingyao came over, then they went back to rest.

At this point, they are probably catching up on their sleep in the old house.

Because He Jingyao's movements were very light.

He went straight to He Yirong's study, opened the door and walked in.

He Bing stood at the door of the study waiting for him.

He Jingyao searched for a long time before he found the document He Yirong asked for, but after flipping through it briefly, he didn't feel that the document was very important.

He frowned and was about to leave the study, but when he turned around he realized something was wrong.

The study door was closed.

He Jingyao called out in a deep voice: He Bing?

There was a noise outside, but no one responded.

He Jingyao strode to the door and twisted it hard - OK, the study door was locked from the outside.

His eyes darkened, he twisted it a few times, and his voice was so deep it could drip water: He Bing, open the door.

Only then did He Bing's trembling voice come from outside: Young Master...this is Dong He's order, and there is nothing I can do about it.

He Jingyao laughed angrily.

He took out his cell phone, only to find that the signal was blocked.

He clenched his hands tightly and tried to calm down: What on earth does he want to do?

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, the landline phone in the study room rang.

He Jingyao walked over to pick it up with a stern face: He Yirong!

No matter how big or small! He Yirong scolded, but his voice revealed a bit of pride.