Chapter 1722: Yoyo, tell me (1)

Fang Sitong's childish voice showed resistance: "Mommy said, my father is dead, you are not my father."
"I am your father!" Ji Shaoheng raised his voice slightly, and seemed to want to engrave this sentence into her mind by this method, so that she will always remember.
Fang Sitong flinched at him, and looked at him with wet eyes, misty and misty.
Zino is also dumbfounded. Did he hear it wrong?
Is Uncle Tongtong's father?
Ji Shaoheng looked at the housekeeper: "I changed the room next to my room into a children's room, and the clothes in it were all pink."
The housekeeper responded: "Yes, the second young master."
Fang Sitong cried with a wow: "I don't want to stay here, I want mommy."
Ji Shaoheng coaxed her softly: "Tongtong, don't cry anymore where your father is, you will be there."
"You're not my father, I want mommy." Fang Sitong's eyes were like spring water, slipping from her small face, she ran to Shen Youran, "Aunt Shen, will you send me home? I want mommy."
Before Shen Youran spoke, she heard Ji Shaoheng say: "Sister-in-law, since she doesn't listen to me, you can help me tell her."
Shen Youran was a little embarrassed, Fang Sitong was too young, and it was cruel to forcefully separate the mother and daughter.
Although she doesn't like Fang Qingya, she understands the mood of being a mother.
She hesitated, looking at the whirling Fang Sitong, saying word by word: "He is indeed your father."
Fang Sitong was crying even more fiercely, and his hands were wiped with tears: "I don't have a father, I want a mummy."
"Tongtong." Ji Shaoheng called her, Fang Sitong ignored him, crying.
He stepped forward to pick up Fang Sitong, retreated to the single sofa and sat down, put Fang Sitong on his lap, tied a piece of cut fruit with a toothpick and fed it to her mouth, whispered: "Tongtong Be good, don’t cry, it’s not cute to cry anymore."
Fang Sitong struggled to get out of his arms and was hugged tightly in his arms.
"Don't you always want Dad? Will you not live well with Dad in the future?"
Fang Sitong's crying tears and snot mixed: "You are not my father, you are not my father..."
These words seemed to strike Chong Hing on Ji Shaoheng's apex, marking a trace of pain.
He blamed Fang Yaqing in his heart, it was all that woman.
Had she not told Tongtong that Dad was dead, Tongtong would not resist him that much.
He attributed Fang Sitong's reluctance to accept him to Fang Yaqing.
"Your mommy lied to you, your father is not dead, I am your father." He coaxed patiently, leaned over and pulled two paper towels from the coffee table, gently wiped the tears on Fang Sitong's face.
Fang Sitong grabbed his sleeve, his entire small face was washed clean with tears, and said pitifully: "I'm going home, Uncle Ji, will you take me to mommy?"
Ji Shaoheng coaxed her with cookies: "Obviously, I will change my name to Dad in the future, I can't call Uncle Ji anymore, did you hear that?"
Ji Jinchuan watched him coax Fang Sitong, their expressions were very complicated.
Fang Sitong cried more and more fiercely, unable to coax at all, Ji Shaoheng only felt that his head was about to explode.
Because of the treatment of the legs, he took the Zino policeman to run at home and abroad, and Zino was coveted by his clothes.
But those methods to Fang Sitong seemed completely useless.
He shouted with a headache: "Mom Zhao."