It's okay. Wang Hao played Honor of Kings in the office. He was very good at playing, but he didn't know why he got hooked. He thought the bar was boring, and KTV was even more boring. The disco was so noisy that his head hurt, so he wanted to play a game quietly.

Dongdong!

There was a knock on the door outside, and then without waiting for Wang Hao to make a sound, the door opened, and Ouyang Rujing walked in with a five- or six-year-old boy.

"Ouyang, why are you here?" Wang Hao looked up at Ouyang Rujing while playing with his mobile phone.

"Why do you live in the office every day if you have a house in Beijing?" Ouyang Rujing asked.

"Someone doesn't let you go to bed, and I'm not used to it." Wang Hao said with a smile, then looked at the little boy: "Is this my son?"

"You also know that you have a son." Ouyang Rujing rolled her eyes, looking angry.

"Come on, call me dad." Wang Hao raised his head to the little boy.

The little boy curled his lips and said nothing. He walked to Wang Hao and took a look, saying, "All the ones using Arthur are rookies."

"You can play?" Wang Hao asked.

"Yeah!" the little boy nodded.

"Come on, let me take me together." Wang Hao took out a new mobile phone from the drawer of the desk and handed it to the little boy.

The little boy did not answer, but turned his head to look at Ouyang Rujing.

"Let him play for a while and cultivate the relationship between father and son." Wang Hao said.

Ouyang Rujing finally nodded and said, "I can only play for half an hour."

"Yes!" The little boy nodded immediately, reached out to take the phone, and the scene in the office was a little out of control.

"You go with me," said the little boy.

"Where are people? What wilderness do you fight?"

"As you hit him, you'll be a drop of blood. I'll go, you're so stupid."

"Follow me and don't run around."

"Cry him through the tower."

"You sell me."

"Can you play?"

"Sell me again?"

"Fool!"

"So stupid!"

...

Wang Hao was scolded for half an hour and felt a little annoyed. He threw away his phone, reached out and pressed the little boy on his leg, took off his pants and slapped his butt twice: "Little bastard, dare to call your father stupid, let you know who you are today."

Slap!

Wow……

"Mom!" The little boy hid behind Ouyang Rujing in tears.

"Come here, I'll swollen your butt today." Wang Hao said to the little boy.

"Wang Hao, you want to be beaten, but you dare to beat my son." Ouyang Rujing yelled at Wang Hao.

When Wang Hao saw Ouyang Rujing who was already on the verge of storm, his body trembled: "Ouyang Rujing, am I his? It is natural for me to beat my son. You are spoiled by him at this time, and you are still lawless when you grow up."

"No fighting is allowed." Ouyang Rujing roared.

"Okay, okay, if you don't fight, you won't fight. I won't care anymore." Wang Hao felt a little guilty, but he still said with a tough bullet.

After shocking Wang Hao, Ouyang Rujing pulled the little boy out from behind and asked, "Why did you scold your father just now?"

"He's so stupid." The little boy said in tears.

"He is your father, even if he is stupid, you can't say it." Ouyang Rujing said.

"I'm not stupid. This little bastard must play often. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so skillful. How do you take care of your child as a mother? Play with your child's mobile phone every day, so you won't be afraid that he will become myopic." Wang Hao gave his son an eye drop.

Ouyang Rujing frowned slightly, stared at the little boy and asked, "Mom is not at home, do you often play mobile games?"

"No!" The little boy shook his head immediately and immediately changed the subject: "Mom, he hit me just now, do you care?"

"No matter what, he is your father." Ouyang Rujing said.

The little boy looked aggrieved, while Wang Hao grimaced at him and deliberately angered him.

"To be honest, do you play mobile games every day? Otherwise, why are you so skillful?" Ouyang Rujing asked again.

"I'm smart," said the little boy.

"This has a dime to do with cleverness. This game is a game that makes perfect. Ouyang, he has learned to lie now. How did you teach your child a lesson? Experts said that if you don't fight when you are three to six years old, you can't fight in the future. You can do it yourself. Playing games is still a small matter, and lying is a big matter." Wang Hao increased the measurement of eye drops.

Ouyang Rujing thought about it and it was really impossible to lie, so she turned cold and stared at her son and asked, "Tell the truth."

"My...Mom, he hit me. If you don't hit him, you will be mad at me. Woo..." The little boy cried when he saw that it was not good.

"If you want to use crying to avoid the punishment of lying, if you are not cruel, then let me teach him as my teacher." Wang Hao said.

Ouyang Rujing turned her head and glared at Wang Hao fiercely, scaring Wang Hao to close his mouth obediently. The next second, Ouyang Rujing picked up her son and pressed it on the sofa, took off her pants, and slapped her, and her whole butt became swollen.

"I'll go!" Wang Hao couldn't help but shout. He just slapped twice with a cruel slap, and it only turned red, but Ouyang Rujing slapped her five fingers and palms and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wow……

The little boy's crying soared one level.

Wang Hao, who was originally going to watch the fun, felt heartbroken in an instant. The next second, he rushed over and pushed Ouyang Rujing away: "You are crazy, so hard."

"Good son, does it hurt?"

"Don't worry, bad guy." The little boy pushed Wang Hao away, looked angry, and then walked to Ouyang Rujing to admit his mistake: "Mom, I was wrong, I will never lie again. You are not at home, grandma and grandpa are busy again, and I am bored to play with my phone."

"Didn't you let you practice boxing? Why don't you?" Ouyang Rujing asked glaring at him.

"So tired." The little boy lowered his head.

"From the future, I will follow you every day, get up five days every morning and run in the morning, and practice until ten o'clock after school at night," said Ouyang Rujing.

The little boy wanted to refute, but when he saw Ouyang Rujing's expression, he held back his words, looked aggrieved, and then showed an angry look at Wang Hao, which seemed to be saying: "It's all your fault, the bad guy."

Wang Hao touched his nose, thought for a while and said to Ouyang Rujing, "He doesn't like to practice..."

"Must practice." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

"Okay." Wang Hao shrugged and showed a helpless expression to the little boy.

"Bad guy." The little boy opened his mouth and did not make a sound, but judging from the lip shape, it should be that Wang Hao is a bad guy.

"Go back with me tonight." Ouyang Rujing said to Wang Hao.

"I'm going back to the provincial capital tomorrow. Zhou Zhiguo called me just now." Wang Hao said.

"I'll take you to the train station tomorrow morning." Ouyang Rujing said.

Wang Hao stood still.

"Your son wants a father." Ouyang Rujing said, and there was actually another sentence later: "I still want a sister."

Wang Hao looked at the little boy with tears in his eyes and aggrieved look on his face. It felt like the other party had grown up in the blink of an eye and would go to elementary school next year.

"Okay." Finally, Wang Hao nodded and followed Ouyang Rujing to leave the office.
Chapter completed!