You get married, I hijack the marriage

Chapter 1722 Youyou, tell me (1)

Fang Sitong's childish voice was filled with resistance: "Mommy said that my father is dead, and you are not my father."

"I am your father!" Ji Shaoheng raised his voice slightly, as if he wanted to engrave these words into her mind so that she would remember them forever.

Fang Sitong shrank back in fear at his presence, and looked at him with misty eyes.

Jinuo was also confused. Did he hear it wrong?

Second uncle is Tongtong’s father?

Ji Shaoheng looked at the housekeeper and said, "Change the guest room next to my room into a children's room and decorate it in pink."

The butler responded, "Yes, Second Young Master."

Fang Sitong burst into tears: "I don't want to stay here, I want my mommy."

Ji Shaoheng coaxed her softly: "Tongtong, be good. From now on, wherever daddy is, you will be there. Don't cry."

"You're not my dad. I want my mommy." Fang Sitong's eyes were like spring water, sliding down her little face. She ran to Shen Youran and said, "Aunt Shen, can you take me home? I want my mommy."

Before Shen Youran could say anything, she heard Ji Shaoheng say, "Sister-in-law, since she won't listen to me, please tell her for me."

Shen Youran was in a dilemma. Fang Sitong was still too young, and it would be too cruel to separate the mother and daughter by force.

Although she didn't like Fang Qingya, she understood the feelings of a mother.

She hesitated for a moment, looked at Fang Sitong with fluttering eyes, and said word by word: "He is indeed your father."

Fang Sitong cried even harder, wiping her tears with her little hands: "I don't have a dad, I want a mommy."

"Tongtong." Ji Shaoheng called her, but Fang Sitong ignored him and kept crying.

He walked forward and picked up Fang Sitong, then returned to sit on the single sofa, put Fang Sitong on his lap, picked up a piece of cut fruit with a toothpick and fed it to her mouth, coaxing her in a low voice: "Tongtong, be good, don't cry. You won't be cute if you cry anymore." Fang Sitong struggled to get out of his arms, but he held her tightly in his arms.

"Haven't you always wanted a dad? Wouldn't it be nice to live with a dad in the future?"

Fang Sitong cried with tears and snot mixed together: "You are not my father, you are not my father..."

These words were like a heavy bell hitting Ji Shaoheng's heart, leaving a trace of bloody pain.

In his heart, he blamed Fang Yaqing, it was all that woman's fault.

If she hadn't told Tongtong that her father was dead, Tongtong wouldn't have resisted him so 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 her patiently, leaned over to take two tissues from the coffee table, and gently wiped the tears from Fang Sitong's face.

Fang Sitong grabbed his sleeve, her whole face washed clean by tears, and said pitifully: "I want to go home, Uncle Ji, can you take me to find Mommy?"

Ji Shaoheng coaxed her with biscuits: "Be good, from now on you have to call me daddy instead of Uncle Ji. Do you hear me?"

Ji Jinchuan and others watched him coax Fang Sitong, and their expressions were complicated.

Fang Sitong cried harder and harder and could not be comforted at all. Ji Shaoheng felt like his head was about to explode.

In order to treat his leg, he often took Jinuo to travel around the country and abroad, and Jinuo was completely obedient to him.

But those methods seemed to be completely ineffective for Fang Sitong.

He shouted with a headache: "Zhao Ma."

(End of this chapter)