Chapter 1212 Poor Child

Qiao Hui was busy taking out the insulated rice pail from the car, and took out some pastries from the upper layer. There was actually a soft sweet potato porridge on the lower layer, and there was a porcelain spoon next to it, which was obviously prepared for him.

The tears Xiao Bin had just wiped away couldn't help but fall again. He lowered his head and scooped up the porridge.

"Hey, it's really a sin. I've been tossing and tossing, and it's all suffering for the child." Qiao Hui looked at Xiaobin and felt even more distressed.

Xiaobin moved quickly, wiped away his tears after eating, and gave Qiao Hui a big smile:

"Auntie, Brother Yun, Sister Lin, Sister Su, I'm going to school."

"Go, go." Qiao Hui smiled and waved to Xiaobin.

After Xiaobin left, Qiao Hui changed her face, casually packed up the thermos bucket, and said angrily:

"I want to ask this Deng Yi, does he want a woman or a child? If he is like this, I really want to take Xiaobin back to Yanjing! I can make money now, and I can't support a child?!"

"Mom, don't be impatient, just wait." Lin Mumu quickly advised.

"I can't wait any longer! This Xiao Yi is completely obsessed with the vixen! I must skin this vixen today!" Qiao Hui was so angry that she didn't care about so much, and stomped upstairs.

Fortunately, what Xijiang Province generally lacks is land. This area is a residential area for faculty and staff, and students usually don't come here, otherwise it would be really ugly.

Qiao Hui rushed in front, while Lin Mumu, Yun Zheng, and Su Xinlan could only follow behind.

Lin Mumu prayed that Qiao Hui wouldn't let anything slip, otherwise everything would be in vain. Fortunately, she didn't tell a talkative person like Qiao Hui the whole plan. She just told Qiao Hui that she would drive away Wen Ning today.

When Qiao Hui rushed up, the door to Teacher Deng's house was open. She pushed the door open and entered aggressively.

At this time, Deng Yi was staring at the half cold steamed bun on the table. He also picked up a chopstick of pickles and took a bite of the steamed bun. He felt uncomfortable and said to himself:

"Xiao Bin, don't blame dad. Dad will spend more time taking care of you in the future."

"Bah!" Qiao Hui was furious. Seeing the half-cold steamed buns and the situation at home, she also guessed that Xiaobin had eaten them, and she became even more angry:

"Just go and stay with your vixen. What more son do you want? I will take Xiaobin to Yanjing tomorrow to avoid being tormented by you unhappy parents here."

"Sister, don't say that. It was my fault this time. I ignored Xiaobin. I will be kind to him in the future. He is my son after all."

"Are you going to be nice to him? Is my son useful? Is your son worthy of that vixen who plays coquettishly and pretends to be pitiful to you? What kind of mental illness? I think you are the one who is sick. What is your relationship with her? What qualifications do you have? Take care of her?"

"Sister, please stop talking. I will go get another marriage certificate with Wen Ning. I have thought about it and let him go by the past. Wen Ning needs a family, and the child cannot live without a mother." Deng Yi had an obvious idea. Already decided.

Qiao Hui was so angry that she couldn't help but lose her temper. She pointed at Deng Yi's nose and cursed:

"It's you who can't live without that woman, not Xiaobin! You use the child as an excuse, have you ever considered Xiaobin's thoughts? When did he say he needed this woman?

You are a demon now. You don't care about anything for this woman, you don't have to give up your job, you don't have to give up your son.

I don't care if you die on her, don't drag Xiaobin with you. "