Chapter 153 (1/2)

"Disagree..." Qu Yihong pondered for a few seconds, "what do you think will happen?"

"Hum!" The child turned his head again and again.

He just doesn't like mommy's boss!

He is the most intelligent and intelligent child. He was cheated by mommy's eldest brother. It's a shame for his whole life.

"Don't you hide and cry?" Qu Yihong thought, "of course, it's understandable that you are such a small thing and cry when you meet a little setback."

"Who is crying?" Who can bear it? It can't bear it. When Tong is angry, he turns around.

Standing in the middle of the bedroom with his head held high, Tong Yigao raised his head and said, "did I cry?"

"That's good." Qu Yihong said quietly, "a man's husband, bleeding without tears."

"Hum!" Tong Yi looks down on him.

"I've been cheated by fakes, more than once." Qu Yihong stares meaningfully at Tong Yi. "I don't cry."

"Then you didn't bleed," he said

"Well." Qu Yihong nodded. "You've found it."

He suddenly left the doorframe, smiled, turned around and left.

Tong thought about it and followed it doubtfully.

He went out with him and saw Qu Yihong go to a small room.

Tong Yi is still thinking about whether to sneak in and see what Mommy's bad boss wants. Qu Yihong has come out of the room.

As soon as child one hurriedly withdraws the room, stuffy sits to the bedside, raises the ear to listen to the outside movement.

I heard the footsteps getting closer and closer.

Then Qu Yihong appeared at the door with gauze in his hand.

Quietly walked to Tong Yi, Qu Yihong pulled a chair and sat down, picked up a small medical needle tube and pricked it at his fingertips.

"Ouch." Tong Yi can't help exclaiming.

He's not afraid of anything. He's afraid of the white needle. It's scary.

"Coward!" Qu Yihong's hand was heavy, and he looked sideways at Tong Yi and sniffed, "I'm afraid to prick a needle. Aren't you a girl?"

"I'm not." As soon as the child started to puff up his cheeks and back, "Mommy said I was a real man."

"Men are like this." Qu Yihong stabbed the small needle into the fingertip. "I've been asked to bend and shed some blood."

White slender fingertips, immediately out of a big drop of soybean blood.

Qu Yihong put the blood on his fingertips on the gauze.

Five times in a row, on the white gauze, there was a blood plum blossom.

"That's the blood of men." Qu Yihong aimed at Tong Yi meaningfully. "Either he said he was a man or a man."

Tong Yi sees contempt in Qu Yihong's eyes.

Biting his teeth, he picked up another small needle: "isn't it just a little blood, I can."

Qu Yihong looked at it quietly, and a faint smile passed by his lips.

Hum, the little guy fights with him.

No way!

The little needle touched the fingertip, and the child shook his hand.

"It's OK to be afraid." Qu Yihong got up with a smile. "Coward!"

"Who is afraid?" As soon as the child refused to accept the defeat, he glanced at the ceiling with a chat line, "I just can't hold the needle."

Qu Yihong raised his eyebrows. "Do you mean I can help you?"

“……” Once the child inhales, he doesn't say no or no.

With a faint smile, Qu Yihong sat down, took the small needle tube in Tong's hand, and held Tong's fingertip in his other hand.

"It's too late to regret." Qu Yihong chuckles.