I watched Xiaobao go in and Zhang Ting got up and turned to Hanhao’s side.
"I must take Xiaobao back when I come here this time because this is the last time he meets Mrs. Deng." Zhang Ting looked at him with a heavy heart.
Han Hao stared at Zhang Tingshen with a pair of heavy eyebrows. "What do you mean by this sentence, Xiaoting? Why can’t I understand it at all?"
Zhang Ting sighed and slowly told him about Mrs. Deng’s illness.
"What did you say? I, my mother, she, she has half a year’s life. How is this possible? " Han Hao was stunned for a long time when he heard this.
I desperately don’t want to admit that I listened to it.
"What am I lying to you about? Mrs. Deng is in poor health now. It can be said that Xiaobao has been with her for half a year now. Are you willing to let him not even get along with his grandmother for half a year?" Zhang Ting looked at him sternly and asked.
Han Hao shook his head with a sad look. "I didn’t. I didn’t think so. I didn’t know my mother had half a year. If I had known, I wouldn’t have taken Xiaobao away from her."
Han Hao said here with a face of pain and his hands tightly covering his face.
After a while, Han Hao suddenly let go of his face, raised his hands and stared at Zhang Tingshen with hopeful eyes. "I’ll go to other doctors to show my mother that she can definitely live again."
Zhang Ting glanced at him and was not angry. He didn’t believe in his medical skills. He looked at him calmly and said, "Are your medical skills so bad?"
Han Hao listened to Zhang Ting’s question and looked like he had turned into a frosted eggplant, pulling his head and looking listless.
"Don’t I niang disease is really no other way? Can we watch my mother not lose her life bit by bit? " Speaking of which, Han Hao looked miserable and squatted on the ground with his head in his arms.
"Is there any way to do this? I’ve been here for half a year, or I’ve tried my best to get it." Zhang Ting gave this Han Hao a good look this time.
At least this guy learned that when Mrs. Deng’s day was over, people tried desperately to help her live.
Zhang Ting saw that he had been squatting on the ground and looked back at the room behind him in that direction
Zhang Tingchao squatted down to Han Hao and shouted, "Get up quickly. Don’t squat down. If Xiaobao sees something, I’ll see how you can explain it to him."
Han Haosong held his head and wiped his face with both hands, and slowly got up.
Zhang Ting just breathed a sigh of relief when he got up.
Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he swept to a corner outside the door with Xiaobao.
"Xiao Bao, how did you get out? Didn’t Niang let you wait for her inside?" Zhang Ting face across surprised look at Hanhao side and then coming towards Xiaobao side.
Xiao Bao sipped his little lips and looked at Han Hao’s side behind Zhang Ting.
"Mom, what happened to my dad? Did he cry?" Xiao Bao blinked his innocent eyes and looked at Zhang Ting.
Zhang Ting Zheng squatted in front of Xiaobao and looked back at the Korean side.
This fool Han Hao doesn’t even remember to dry his tears when he cries.
Actually let Xiao Bao see the tears in his eyes.
"Without your dad, he was blown by the wind, and his eyes itched." Zhang Ting said and blinked desperately on the Korean side.
Han Hao received Zhang Ting’s blinking and dynamic pressure, and my heart was sad and coming towards Xiaobao.
"Xiao Bao didn’t cry. Dad just lost his eyes in the wind. Isn’t it better now?" Han Hao smiled and touched the little guy’s head with his hand.
Xiao Bao really” oh”.
"Mom, when are we going home? Xiaobao wants to go home quickly. Xiaobao wants to jump and dance, and there are well-off uncles." Xiaobao grabbed Zhang Ting’s arm and little face and was eager to go home.
Zhang Ting smiled and touched the little guy’s head "so we can go home."
Zhang Ting finish this sentence and look at Han Hao’s side.
"I’ll go back with you. I want to spend some time with her when I’m going to stay in your home." Han Hao looked sad here.
Zhang Ting gently nodded. "Well, I’ll pack something for Xiaobao first. You can also bring some clothes you changed. Let’s go."
Han Hao should be a good turn away.
Zhang Ting took Xiao Bao into the room.
As soon as he entered the small room, Xiaobao immediately recovered. When he was in Hao’s house, he was happy. He pointed to the small toys in the room and said to Zhang Ting, "Mom, I want to take these things home, and I want to take them back to my grandmother and this. I want to take them back to Uncle Xiaokang and jump them."
Zhang Ting glanced at the little guy’s room.
It seems that the little guy here is really favored by Han Hao, a father.
There are many new toys in this room, many of which look expensive. "Good mother will bring them to you and won’t leave them here."
Zhang Tingbian tidied up and turned his back on Xiaobao.
The mother and son have been cleaning up in this room for half an hour before they can be regarded as cleaning up the toys of the little guy here.
Looking at these two boxes, Zhang Ting was taken aback.
That’s a lot
"Well, it’s all packed up. Is there anything else you want your mother to help you clean up?" Zhang Ting looked at the little guy in front of your face and asked.
