这已经是第三次吵架了。“不!这一回说什么我也得走。蓉蓉的确病了,我得回去。”“那你走啊——”她用眉毛指了指门口,脸上涌起一缕缕空洞的笑,“什么女儿有病!分明是你那个丑老婆的调虎离山计。”“你——”丑字激怒了他,“不要忘了,你的漂亮也是我亲手制造出来的!”她猛地一怔,“后悔啦?那你撕了它吧!撕啊——”她气呼呼地递上来一张丰腴的脸,那的确是一张无瑕疵的脸,两只柔柔的眼睛在眉毛的映衬下活象两只可爱的小燕子安祥地躺在檐下的毛窝里,嫩嫩的嘴唇好象两片新绿的花骨朵欲开未开。然而,此时他真的感到厌恶,一阵扑鼻的粉气袭来,他真想刮她两下,但终于没有。这时他只想着病床上躺着的五岁的女儿,一种神圣的父爱使他不知从哪里涌来一种男性 This is the third quarrel. “No! This time to say what I have to go. Rongrong indeed ill, and I have to go back.” “Then you go -” She pointed her eyebrows doorway, his face filled with a plume of endless smile, “What daughter is ill! Clearly is that you ugly wife Tiaohu away from the mountains.” “You -” ugly word angered him, “Do not forget, your beautiful is my own hand!” She was suddenly startled, “Regret it? Then you tear it! Tear ah -” she handed angrily a plump face, it is indeed a flawless face, two soft eyes against the background of the eyebrows Two cute little swallows lying peacefully under the eaves of the hair, tender lips like two new green flowers to open. However, at this time he really feel disgusted, a sigh of nausea hit, he really want to shave her twice, but finally not. At this moment he only thought of the five-year-old daughter lying on the bed, a sacred father’s love that made him unaware of a man