Little slutty celestial master

Li Qingquan got up late today, and slept until almost nine o'clock before opening his eyes.

After sitting on the bed with eyes closed for more than ten minutes, Li Qingquan shook his head helplessly, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

I'm really old, my body can't take it after staying up for such a night.

Last night, the little emperor at home was admitted to the hospital, so even if the children came back, the house was still as empty as before, only him alone.

Li Qingquan stopped in front of Li Weiran's room door, hesitated for a while, and finally opened the door.

Li Weiran's room is full of high-tech gadgets that Li Qingquan doesn't know. Usually, when Li Weiran is at home, he will never step into Li Weiran's room. That is, he will come in to have a look when Li Weiran is not here today.

Bending down and reaching into Li Weiran's bed, Li Qingquan found that his old lady was right, the bed was really cold.

Raising his hand to touch the photo of Li Weiran pasted on the wall, Li Qingquan sighed, turned and went downstairs to call Li Zijin.

As if waiting for his call, Li Zijin immediately answered the call as soon as Li Qingquan dialed it.

"Dad, Mom forgot to tell you that she came to the hospital early in the morning."

"Well, I know."

"Well, hey, it's okay, Dad, don't worry."

"Ah."

"Also, Wei Fei said, don't cook by yourself at home, she will find a part-time worker to cook for you."

"En." Li Qingquan listened quietly, there were many people talking on the other end of Li Zijin's phone, and he could still hear Li Weiran yelling that he had lost his phone.

"If it's okay, Dad, I'll hang up first, and I'll buy some fruit for you."

"Hey, Zijin, wait a minute," Li Qingquan quickly stopped Li Zijin.

"What's wrong dad?"

"Just last night when your mother was on the phone, I listened to a few words from the sidelines. It seemed that I heard you say that Li Weiran not only had a broken calf, but his ass was also injured, right? Why did this good butt get injured? He still has Where is it hurt?" After worrying about it all night, Li Qingquan finally asked.

Li Zijin couldn't help laughing and said: "Dad, hello, his ass is fine, but he fell and hit the rock yesterday, checked last night, the bones are fine, but there is a big bruise on the buttocks."

"Oh."

"Then dad, you should have a good rest at home. Hey, hey, it's okay. You can go home in a few days. Oh, there's a clamor for Coke again, so I'll hang up first."

"All right, all right," as soon as the phone hung up, Li Qingquan's face changed, "What's it called nothing? I won't be able to dance for at least three months. It's still nothing. How can a father treat his own child's child?" I broke my foot and went to buy Coke. I have no common sense. Drinking Coke early in the morning doesn’t hurt my stomach..."

While Li Qingquan was muttering like this, he went to the vegetable market to buy a big bone and made a big pot of bone soup for Li Weiran.

Taking the game console that Li Weiran hadn't seen in a few days, Li Qingquan walked out of the house slowly with soup and the game console.

After walking a few steps, Li Qingquan met Lao Liu who usually played chess with him when he reached the small garden outside the community.

"Hey, old Liu, you came here by mistake today. I have something to do, and I can't play chess with you." Li Qingquan said to Liu Qing with a smile.

Liu Qing replied with a smile: "Lao Li, you made a mistake. I didn't come to see you to play chess today. I came to see your house to feed you."

"Why are you looking for my house?"

"Isn't this my Xiaobo? He was locked up by his mother, and his mobile phone was confiscated. He can only go to the cram school and his home every day." Liu Qing said, "So he asked me to give a message to Hey Hey , saying that I can’t come to see you for a few days.”

Li Qingquan smiled: "It's okay, hey, hey, my calf was broken and he was sent to the hospital. Even if your family Xiaobo is free these few days, heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,, I don't have time to play with him."

"What, you're in the hospital?" Liu Qing asked, "Oh, are you fighting with someone else?"

Li Qingquan: "..."

Liu Qing kept shaking his head: "Tsk tsk tsk, Lao Li, you said your family is white and tender, and looks so good, how can you be more mischievous than my Xiaobo?"

Li Qingquan sighed helplessly: "Old Liu, hey hey, he didn't fight with others this time. His father made his legs."