Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 1218 Feeling Confused

Seeing his daughter like this, Ye Changqing felt even more guilty and wanted to call out, but then he saw that his daughter had started again.

She carefully picked up the shuttlecock and tossed it into the air.

He pursed his lips tightly, raised his leg, and began to kick.

One~

Two~

Three

……

As the numbers grew larger, he gradually became nervous, silently counting in his mind.

Six~

7~

Ye Changqing's heart was in his throat. Three more! At the same time, he admired his daughter. When she was little, she had no feeling when kicking shuttlecock because she was strong. With a little force, she could kick the shuttlecock away.

It is particularly difficult to control the force.

The daughter had actually mastered the power.

He thought this to himself, silently counting aloud.

Nine~

10~

11th~

pat~

The shuttlecock fell to the ground.

Lingling jumped up excitedly: "Grandpa, I kicked eleven times, one more than I should have! My dad is coming back!"

Hahaha~~~

As he spoke, he picked up the shuttlecock and ran into the house.

Seeing this, Ye Changqing called out, "Lingling~"

Lingling suddenly stopped and slowly turned around. When she saw Ye Changqing, she called out, "Daddy~~"

Then she opened her arms and ran towards Ye Changqing with a smile.

Ye Changqing bent down and picked Lingling up in his arms, giving her a big kiss on the forehead: "Baby, I missed you so much."

Lingling smiled and said, "I miss you too, hee hee hee~"

Ye Changqing carried him into the house, saying, "Come on, Daddy will play games with you."

Shangpin Club.

On the top floor, Cheng Liangpeng stared at his watch, counting the time.

One hour, two hours, five hours, twenty-four hours.

Cheng Liangpeng ate and drank, then slept when he felt sleepy, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to check the time.

But Ye Changqing never called or appeared. When they called back, the phone was switched off.

She wanted to go to Shuijing Village to find Ye Changqing, but she was afraid that if she went, Ye Changqing would get angry, so she could only continue to endure it.

Forty-eight hours have passed.

He even doubted that Ye Changqing would go. Seventy-two hours later... Ye Changqing called and told him to leave immediately.

A taxi stopped in front of the Blue Moon Hotel.

Xu Jin got out of the taxi wearing headphones, looked around at his surroundings, and then gently closed the car door.

The taxi drove away, and he walked towards the entrance of a convenience store as if to the rhythm of some kind of music.

I went into the store, bought a hot dog, and sat down at a small square table by the window.

I opened my mouth wide and took a bite. The hot dog was a bit hard on the surface, obviously because it had been in the oven for too long.

These convenience stores are not restaurants. Sometimes, these convenience foods sell out very quickly, and sometimes you can't sell more than a few in a day.

He was already used to chewing the beef-like bread crust vigorously.

He didn't complain to his boss once throughout the entire process.

He was content as long as he had something to eat, even though he paid for it himself and the food was of poor quality.

When he lived with his grandparents, he had eaten food that was even more unpalatable than this. His grandparents would collect garbage every day and support him by selling it.

Sometimes they would find expired food and bring it back with great excitement.

That's something to celebrate.

Chewing on my food, I looked out the window at the Blue Moon Restaurant across the street.

He silently plotted in his mind: the landlord wanted to give him a pair of headphones, Shen Gualong wanted to give him a pair of headphones, and Qin Xiaoru wanted to give him a pair of headphones.

Three headphones.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing an expression that could be considered a smile.

People were coming and going in the Blue Moon Restaurant across the street; there were customers and staff members.

Looking at those people, he felt lost: "Who should we kill?"