Picking up My Son from the Trash Can

The illiterate and broken-mouthed attack ——First meeting—— Next to the trash can at the construction site. Qi Hongxuan: It's raining today, so just call me Qi Xiaoyu. Qi Xiaoyu:? ? ? . . . Should I be thankful that there was no hail today. . . ——Confirm the adoption relationship—— Qi Hongxuan: Xiaoyu, I said I would give you a home... Qi Xiaoyu:? ? ? Oh my god, when did this guy become so sensational? . . Qi Hongxuan: ... From today on, you are my son. Qi Xiaoyu stretched out her hand to wipe her face, not knowing whether it was tears or sweat:. . . I didn't hear the second half of the sentence by default. . . ——The son gave birth to a monkey—— Next to the hospital trash can. Qi Xiaoyu: How dare you throw my son into the trash can! ! ! Qi Hongxuan: Don't be angry, I'll just pick it up. I remember that I picked you up from the trash can. Qi Xiaoyu:? ? ? What grudge do I have against trash cans in this life? Intention: Is there a kind of love in the world that does not talk about life and death, but helps each other in times of trouble? He is not a relative or a relative, but he is always by your side.