Chapter 1690: Is Tongtong my daughter? (1)

A taxi stopped in front of them, Fang Yaqing said: "You take him with him."
"If you lose, you have to take full responsibility." After that, Ji Shaoheng strode toward the temporary parking space.
Fang Yaqing just walked away when he saw him. She was a little embarrassed.
Zino grumbled her small mouth, her dark eyes like an agate, refracting an exceptionally bright light, and looked at her pitifully.
The taxi driver urged impatiently: "Are you going or not?"
Fang Yaqing bit her lip and finally apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm not going."
The taxi driver said nothing, closed the window and left.
Zino said softly: "Aunt Fang, my second uncle will send you back, you wait."
Fang Yaqing and Ji Shaoheng have been a husband and wife for six years. It can be said that he knows him quite well, but his recent behavior has become more and more weird. She always feels that something bad happened.
After a few minutes, Ji Shaoheng's car stopped in front of them and he lowered the window: "Get in the car."
Fang Yaqing opened the back door, picked Zino up and put it in, then closed the door directly, and took Fang Sitong to the side to stop the taxi.
Ji Shaoheng slipped the car forward: "I will send you back, and I can save money on taxis."
Fang Yaqing's dull voice doesn't bring any feelings. It seems that it is a waste of time to say one more sentence with him: "I and Tongtong don't need you to control."
Ji Shaoheng gritted his teeth and blurted out his mouth: "Fang Yaqing, don't you know what's wrong."
After talking, he realized that the two children were still there, and looked subconsciously at Fang Sitong.
Fang Sitong took Fang Yaqing's hand, Xing's eyes stared at him, with a trace of daze on his face, as if he didn't understand how suddenly he became a person.
He smiled at Fang Sitong and lowered his voice: "Tongtong, take Uncle's car, and Uncle will take you back."
Fang Sitong looked up at Mummy and saw that Mummy frowned unpleasantly, and she shook her head at him with a small mouth.
Ji Shaoheng knew that Fang Yaqing would not nod, and Fang Sitong would definitely not get on the bus.
A taxi drove over, he drove forward, occupied the parking space, and drove away again.
Fang Yaqing glared at him, picked up Fang Sitong and left.
Ji Shaoheng's fingers on the steering wheel tightened, the blue blood vessels on the back of his hand bulged, and finally he gave a long breath and drove the car forward slowly.
He put it on the window with one hand, and said a little madly: "Why are you so stubborn? I don't charge you money in my car, your salary, and you don't save a little money."
Fang Yaqing walked along the sidewalk holding Fang Sitong, the pace was very fast, and the thin stilettos suddenly shook, and his figure shook.
There was a sharp pain in her ankle. She put Sitong down and squatted on the ground holding her ankle, her face was white as frost and snow.
Seeing her painful expression, Ji Shaoheng parked the car on the side of the road, got down from the car, and squatted in front of her: "Wicked?"
Fang Yaqing said indifferently: "You don't need to control it."
She stood up with severe pain and tried to move around. Just after taking a step, an anguish came from her ankle and almost fell over.
Ji Shaoheng unconsciously reached out to support her.
Through the thin clothes, the hot temperature in his palm seemed to burn the skin on her arm.
Fang Yaqing's face unnaturally flicked away his hand and put his side hair behind his ear.
Ji Shaoheng saw her face very pale and said, "I will take you to the hospital."