"Husband, have you returned to the hotel?"

"Just arrived and was about to send you a message, Zhang Zhiqin next door suddenly screamed there. I went over and took a look."

"Zhang Zhiqin? Didn't he go to sister Yan's house? "

"Well, he has just come back with a spring face. It seems that he and sister Mo really match."

In the hotel, Fang Xiaole is chatting with Lin Yao about wechat.

Although this program group is not the most popular Friday and Saturday file, it is also a weekend file after all, so the budget is still OK.

Fang Xiaole didn't live in a standard room with two people as tight as before. It's not convenient to send messages or videos with Lin Yao.

However, both of them still have work tomorrow, and Lin duanzheng is still at Lin Yao's house at this time. They only said a few words and said good night to each other.

Fang Xiaole fell into bed and was still worried. She didn't know whether Lin Yao and her father could get along well. After all, father and daughter hadn't lived together for several years.

"I hope everything goes well."

......

At this time, at Lin Yao's house.

"Dad, shall I blow your hair?"

Lin duanzheng just took a bath and came out. Lin Yao found out the hair dryer and planned to blow her father's hair.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Lin duanzheng is a little awkward. He is probably not used to getting along with his daughter so closely.

He took the hair dryer and dried his hair quickly.

Lin Yao brought in another glass of juice and put it in front of him.

"Dad, this is the juice I just squeezed. It's good for your health."

"Yes."

Lin duanzheng nodded slightly and put his hands on his knees. Seeing Lin Yao still looking at him, he asked unnaturally:

"What else?"

Lin Yao quickly waved his hand: "it's all right. Then you have a rest first. I'm out."

"OK, good night."

"Well, good night, Dad."

After the father and daughter said good night to each other rigidly, Lin Yao walked to the door of the bedroom.

"Lin Yao."

Lin duanzheng suddenly stopped her.

"Dad, what's up?"

Lin Yao turned and asked.

"Is today the beginning of winter?"

The forest end is the right path.

"It seems so."

Lin Yao thought and said.

"Well, sit down and wait for me."

Lin duanzheng suddenly stood up, went to the bedroom and asked Lin Yao to sit on the sofa in the living room.

He went into the kitchen, asked Lin Yao where the kettle was and began to boil water.

Lin Yao sat on the sofa skillfully. Although she was curious, she didn't ask much, but just waited quietly.

After a while, Lin duanzheng came out with a basin of hot water and put the basin at Lin Yao's feet.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Lin Yao asked suspiciously.

"When you were a child, I would bubble your feet every winter, so that you wouldn't get sick all winter."

Lin duanzheng said to Lin Yao, and his expression began to become serious again:

"You were in good health when you were a child. You don't look so ugly now. Bubble your feet quickly to avoid getting sick."

Lin Yao stared at her father blankly. A moment later, a happy smile appeared on her soft face:

"OK, thanks, Dad."

She took off her socks, slightly rolled up her trouser legs, put her white and tender feet into the hot water basin, and then whispered:

"Dad, it's a little hot."

Lin Duan's face was flat: "when you were a child, you were much hotter than this, so your body is getting worse and worse. The water soaking your feet is a little hot can help the blood circulation of your body. Put your feet down quickly!"

"Oh..."

Lin Yao answered softly and put her feet into the basin.

Sure enough, as my father said, although the water was a little hot, after soaking for a few minutes, a crisp comfort spread from the soles of the feet to the whole body. This feeling is very familiar and far away.

When she was a child, Lin Yao often soaked her feet like now.

However, the difference is that at that time, the foot soaking water was prepared by her mother. She sat on the bench with her father, one by one. At first, she was always hot and shouted, but after soaking for a long time, she would feel more and more comfortable.

"Dad, if we can still be like a child, our family of three together..."

Lin Yao couldn't help whispering.

"You've grown up. Don't always think about your childhood."

But he was interrupted by Lin duanzheng.

"Dad..."

Lin Yao was about to continue talking when her mobile phone suddenly rang.

Lin Yao's cell phone was in her bedroom. She quickly raised her feet and was ready to wipe her feet quickly, so she went in to get her cell phone.

"Sit down and soak your feet for a longer time."

Lin Duan was holding her shoulder and asked her to continue to sit down. He turned and walked into the bedroom and took out Lin Yao's mobile phone.

"Thank you, Dad."

Lin Yao was stunned and a soft smile appeared on her face.

The last time her father treated herself so gently and kindly, she can't remember how many years ago.

"Hum!"

However, after Lin duanzheng came out with his mobile phone, his face suddenly became a little ugly. He gave Lin Yao his mobile phone with a cold hum.

"Dad?"

Lin Yao didn't know what was wrong with her father. She took the phone, looked slightly stunned, looked up at Lin duanzheng, and asked softly and timidly:

"Dad, can I take it?"

Lin duanzheng snorted, "it's your business whether you answer the phone or not. Your water is getting cold. I'll burn some more water."

Then he turned and walked into the kitchen with a cold face.

Lin Yao opened her mouth, but finally she didn't speak. She answered the phone and whispered:

"Mom."

Haiyao's voice came from the opposite side. It seemed that she was afraid of quarreling with her little daughter. Haiyao spoke very quietly.

"Yao Yao, didn't you have a rest?"

"It's okay, mom, I haven't slept yet, I..."

Lin Yao glanced into the kitchen and whispered:

"I'm soaking my feet. My father burned me hot water, just like when I was a child."

Lin Yao's voice was filled with joy, like a child who couldn't help showing off to her mother when she got the candy.

"When you were a child, I burned water for you to soak your feet!"

Hearing Lin Yao's words, Hai Yao was stunned and muttered. It seemed that she could smell a sour smell across her mobile phone.

"Well, it seems so. I'm sorry, mom."

Lin Yao heard that her mother seemed a little unhappy. She subconsciously apologized immediately like when she was a child, whether it was her fault or not, just to please her parents.

"Alas, Yao Yao..."

When Haiyao heard her daughter apologize, she suddenly felt sad. She remembered that she and Lin duanzheng were seemingly in harmony, and the atmosphere at home was like a grave.

At that time, she did not consider what impact such a family environment would have on her little daughter.

Only now did she understand that Lin Yao's character of always taking mistakes into her own and always being used to saying sorry to others began to form at that time.

Haiyao sighed, but didn't know what to do, so she had to cut off the topic and asked:

"Your father has been living with you for two weeks?"

During this time, mother and daughter have been in frequent contact. Haiyao knows that Lin duanzheng is coming today.

"Yes, I have two bedrooms on both sides. It's very convenient for Dad to live here."

Lin Yao replied. She paused and suddenly said:

"Mom, would you like to talk to dad?"