Chapter 1785

Qibao was small and defenseless, and when Ye Zixin pushed him like this, he slammed backwards.

Behind was the snow-white wall, and Qibao, who was retreating, slammed his head against the wall, making a "dong" sound.

Qibao felt the pain was excruciating, and couldn't help but burst into tears, sobbing softly.

Ye Zixin didn't notice that she had exerted so much strength, and her face turned pale for a while.

"Don't cry, didn't you just touch it? Well, then we're even, and I don't blame you for smashing my powder. Don't cry, or you will lose money."

Ye Zixin didn't want to disturb the people outside, so she lowered her voice to warn Qibao.

I don't know which family member brought such a brat here, and she was so tired that she couldn't get angry.

Qibao sobbed softly, "Is it really possible not to lose money?"

"Yes, yes, just don't cry, and don't tell your adults." Ye Zixin reminded again.

Although she didn't feel that she was at fault, it would be embarrassing for an adult to argue with a child after all, and it would be embarrassing for her to make a fuss.

Qibao bit his lip and didn't make a sound.

Seeing this, Ye Zixin was slightly annoyed, "What? You still want to sue?"

Qibao wiped away his tears and timidly shook his head. "Auntie, I won't sue, and I won't tell Dad."

"Don't tell anyone, you know?"

Ye Zixin was still not at ease, and seriously emphasized this anyone.

"Okay." Qibao nodded lightly, and Ye Zixin was satisfied at this point, she gave up the makeup and walked out before Qibao.

After a while, Qibao who wiped away his tears came out, but his eyes were a little red.

Her skin is fair, and it will be particularly obvious when she cries a little.

Qibao felt that her head would still hurt, but the aunt could not tell her father, so she decided to keep her promise and not talk nonsense.

Because it was her own fault.

Not long after returning to the office, Pei Yiting came back after finishing the meeting.

"Baby, did you go out just now?" Pei Yiting walked up to Qibao, but was surprised to find that the little guy's head was sprinkled with a layer of white powder.

Reaching out his hand, untied her braid, and gently patted off the layer of powder, Qibao only felt a little headache again.

But when she heard Pei Yiting's words, she still nodded obediently, "Dad, I went to the bathroom."

"Why did you get so much powder on your head? What kind of powder are these?" Pei Yiting frowned slightly and asked in a low voice.

Qibao thought of that aunt's box, she didn't know what kind of powder it was, so she shook her head. "I have no idea."

Pei Yiting thought her answer was that she didn't know how to get the powder, so he didn't pay attention.

However, looking at Qibao's loosened hair, he looked at the hair tie in his hand.

Can't help coughing lightly. "Qibao, can you just wear your hair like this?"

He hasn't practiced the ability to tie his daughter's hair yet, Qibao's hair is all tied by Xia Yueqing.

Qibao's hair is as long as her shoulders, and the hair is of good quality, soft and smooth, so at a young age, Xia Yueqing gave her hair, and she also likes to braid Qibao, which makes her look cuter.

Hearing what Pei Yiting said, Qibao didn't mind, "Okay Dad."

"Why are your eyes red? Did you cry? Someone bullied you just now?" Seeing Qibao's face, Pei Yiting frowned again.

Thinking that he promised his aunt not to say anything, Qibao quickly shook his head: "Father, no, no one bullies me."

"Really? This is Dad's place, who dares to bully you, tell Dad, you know?"

This sentence made Qibao very happy, "I see."

"Okay, Dad, go and tidy up, and we'll go home later."

Qibao nodded, suddenly feeling sleepy.

After a while, when Pei Yiting came back, he found that Qibao was lying on the sofa and fell asleep.

"Qibao, Qibao?" Gently called Qibao's name, but the little guy showed no signs of waking up.

So asleep?

Could it be that you didn't sleep well at noon?

Pei Yiting originally wanted to wake Qibao up, but he was reluctant.

He carried Qibao to the lounge, planning to go back after she woke up.

However, Qibao only woke up after sleeping for a while.

Looking at Pei Yiting in a daze, "Dad, why did I get on the bed?"

"You fell asleep, it hasn't been long, are you not sleepy now?" Pei Yiting laughed and got up from his seat.

Qibao rubbed his head and nodded slowly.

"Okay, let's go home then."

I don't know if it's because he didn't wake up, but on the way back, Qibao was not as lively as before, and his little mouth didn't talk much.

Pei Yiting took the initiative to ask her what happened today and what the teacher taught her.

Qibao, who was sitting on the child seat, pulled his hair lightly, and turned his head, "Dad, I don't know, I forgot."

Pei Yiting was taken aback, forgot?

Could it be caused by the sleep? Forget it as soon as you wake up?

But Qibao's memory has always been very good, it feels a bit far-fetched.

But Pei Yiting didn't think much about it, maybe he really forgot, maybe he was only three years old after all.

"Well, just forget it, it's okay."

After arriving home, Qibao got out of the car and even forgot to take her own schoolbag.

"Qibao, your schoolbag is still here, don't rush away." Pei Yiting was carrying the small schoolbag, and Qibao was waiting for him in front.

When he took a step closer, Qibao stretched out his hand and took the schoolbag. "I almost forgot."

"It's okay, Dad remembers."

Father and daughter enter the house together.

Before coming back, Pei Yiting called Xia Yueqing and said that he would come back later.

Although she didn't explain the reason, she had already guessed it.

Someone really slapped him in the face, right?

Pei Yiting pretended not to see the half-smile look on Xia Yueqing's face, and coughed lightly: "Qibao, Dad help you get your schoolbag."

Immediately went upstairs and changed into a set of casual clothes.

It's just that when I came down again, the downstairs was already full of people.

Because Qibao suddenly vomited without warning, which frightened Xia Yueqing a lot.

"Qibao, Qibao, what's wrong with you? Don't scare Mommy." Xia Yueqing hugged Qibao, and the little guy kept vomiting, and all the filth was vomited on Xia Yueqing, but she had no time to care about it.

Aunt Zhou was also very worried, "Are you sick? Have a fever?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch Tan Qibao's forehead.

But the temperature above was normal again, and there was no sign of fever.

Xia Yueqing anxiously hugged Qibao, and said to Aunt Zhou: "Auntie, go upstairs and call Pei Yiting, tell him to come down quickly, and take Qibao to the hospital."

As soon as this sentence was finished, Pei Yiting went downstairs and walked over. "I'm here, what happened to Qibao?"