The Buddhist Wife of the Cold-Hearted Educated Youth in the 1970s

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Chapter 80

Pei Xingzhi is undoubtedly a responsible and good father.

But he is not a father who spoils his children without any bottom line.

He leaned over and held the little girl up, letting her sit properly on the bed, preparing to continue to dress her.

When the little girl was held by her father, she didn't want to let go, and the little person shrank into her father's arms.

Pei Xingzhi didn't push her away, letting the little girl shrink in his arms, picking up the clothes again, preparing to put them on her.

But the little girl was still angry, but her father didn't coax her.

When Pei Xingzhi put on clothes, she staggered here and there, just refusing to wear clothes. The child's bones haven't grown well yet, and adults dare not use force at all, and there is really no way to hold her for a while.

Pei Xingzhi put his clothes aside, sighed, put the kid in front of him and sat him down, half squatted down, looked into the pair of clear eyes, restrained his gentleness, and his voice became cold, "Xixi, what are you going to do?"

This is the normal tone of Pei Xingzhi's speech, but when talking to the kid, Pei Xingzhi always has doting in his eyes, and his tone softens automatically.

Xixi blinked her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. The little baby who had never been bullied by her father had a dazed look in her eyes.

Xixi didn't understand her father's changes, but she could feel that her father was different from before.

Children are always very sensitive.

Xixi has lived in a place full of love since she was born. The elders all treat her as their favorite and love her so much that they can't wait to hurt her. Even Meng Wanqiu, although she always dislikes the little guy, has never been seriously angry with her. Because of these, the spoiled child certainly has the confidence to lose his temper recklessly.

But today, Pei Xingzhi's change made Xixi stunned. There was a little helplessness in her eyes. The insecure Xixi began to desperately drill into Pei Xingzhi's arms.

But Pei Xingzhi didn't get used to her. As soon as she crawled into his arms, Pei Xingzhi took her away.

This was repeated two or three times. Xixi finally couldn't help it. Her mouth was clenched, and she burst into tears, and her little face quickly turned red.

I hate my dad, I don't want my dad anymore.

The little guy cried and stretched out his little hand to his old mother. Xixi wanted her mom, not her dad.

Meng Wanqiu's heart was in a knot, and she couldn't bear to look away.

"Wow, oooooo--"

Xixi was stunned, closed her eyes, and big tears fell, wetting the quilt, and she cried even louder.

The little guy hasn't cried so sadly since the full moon. It's always been thunder without rain, but it can be seen that he was really scared today.

Meng Wanqiu felt strange, why the little guy was not afraid of her cold face, but afraid of her father's cold face.

After the little guy cried for about half a minute, Pei Xingzhi said to Meng Wanqiu, "Wanwan, you go out first, leave it to me next."

Meng Wanqiu nodded and stayed on. She really couldn't help coaxing the little guy.

After seeing her mother leave, the little guy cried even harder. She held her little tiger tightly in her hands and buried her head in the little tiger's head. Her little shoulders trembled, pitiful and cute.