Fifty days later, Zheng Xiao had an extra baby in his arms.

A child who looks exactly like Xiao Chen,

Xiao Chen's expression at that time, Zheng Xiao now remembers it, and a shocked expression appeared on his calm face for the first time.

Pestering Zheng Xiao, Xiao Chen wanted an explanation, how could a normal man give birth to a child, no, a child fell from the sky, Sister Lin?

Zheng Xiaogan smiled, squeaked and said that he didn't understand, Xiao Chen stared at it for a long time, sighed, knowing that he couldn't ask, and said helplessly: "Xiaoxiao, when you're ready, tell me as it is." ”

Zheng Xiao nodded with red eyes, they are always like this, afraid that he will be embarrassed by himself, and would rather give up the opportunity to know the truth and accept him who is different.

Xiao Chen no longer asked, but he had to look at him every day, sometimes he was busy with other things, and suddenly looked up, and if he didn't see him, he would immediately look for him. When he looked over inquiringly, he reluctantly smiled and said nothing.

The child's name was Xiao Yun, and Zheng Xiao said that when she was pregnant with him, she was in a white cloud.

Zheng Xiao, who has had several children, was handy when he took care of Xiao Yun'er, and every time Xiao Chen saw Zheng Xiao, who was still a child, skillfully taking care of the baby, he would always have a sense of trance, what happened? Oh, Xiaoxiao gave birth to a son for him, and they are now a family of three.

A year later, Xiao Chen, who accepted the facts, was in trouble, Xiao Yun'er became a little naughty, and when she saw him, she was called "Mom", Zheng Xiao snickered on the side, Xiao Chen's helpless eyes drifted over, Zheng Xiao said: "When I was walking in the morning, I met a mother with her daughter, Xiaoyun heard the girl call her mother and asked me if he had a mother, and the mother on the side smiled and said: Every child has a father and mother, standing next to you is your father, and the mother at home is the mother." ”

Zheng Xiao stuck out his tongue, "What did you ask me to say at that time, I didn't expect Xiaoyun to remember." ”

Xiao Chen sighed, picked up Xiao Yun'er, and said, "I'm my father, it's okay to call me daddy, not my mother." ”

Xiao Yun'er blinked: "Mom." ”

Xiao Chen: "Dad." ”

Xiaoyun: "Mom." ”

Xiao Chen: "Daddy." ”

Xiaoyun was anxious: "Mom~Mom~"

Zheng Xiao: "Poof." ”

Seeing that Xiao Yun'er's big eyes were filled with tears, Xiao Chen's words couldn't be spoken.

Xiaoyun was teary-eyed: "Mom~Mom~"

Xiao Chen pursed his lips: "Alas. ”

The relationship between the family was thus determined.

For a whole year, Xiao Yi blocked Xiao Chen's credit card and cut his position, but he didn't wait for him to admit his mistake.

It's almost the Spring Festival, Xiao's mother misses her children, and wants to go back to China to see her children, Xiao Yi hesitated for a long time, and when Xiao's mother was packing her luggage, she hid in the bathroom and called Xiao Chen.

After a long hesitation, the call button finally pressed, rang a few times, and the phone was connected.

"Hey~" milky voice.

Xiao Yi looked at the phone screen, yes, it was Xiao Chen's phone, but what happened to the voice?

Could it be that Xiao Chen changed his ways, had a girlfriend earlier, and gave birth to a child?!

Xiao Yi's eyebrows were raised, both happy and worried, happy that his two sons were back on the right path, worried that things were not as simple as he thought.

Xiao Yi put the phone to his ear and asked cautiously: "Who are you?" I'm looking for Xiao Chen, is he there?"

After listening to it for a while, grandma's voice sounded again: "Hey~ I'm Yunyun, #¥%&#¥¥%......"

What the hell? I don't understand.

Xiao Yi listened carefully to the voice in the microphone, and after the Tongyin in the unknown Chinese dialect spoke for a long time, a familiar voice finally sounded.

"Xiaoyun, are you playing on the phone again?"

"Mom, Yunyun #%¥%......%¥"

"Oh, that's right. Xiao Chen took the phone over, and when he saw that it was Xiao Yi's, Xiao Chen's eyes froze, hugged Xiao Yun'er, and said, "Dad, is it you?"

Xiao Yi here was messy in the wind, "Who is that child?"

Xiao Chen: "Mine." ”

Xiao Yi: "Separated from Xiaoxiao?" asked cautiously.

Xiao Chen: "Xiao Yun'er is the child of the two of us. ”

Xiao Yi: ""

Xiao Chen: Dad, you are dead, wait for us to break up, in the next life. ”

Xiao Yi let out a long breath to avoid blowing up in his chest, and after a long time, he remembered a question: "Why does the child call you Mom?"

Xiao Chen: ""

Realizing that the facts could not be changed, the three of them tacitly concealed from Xiao's mother.

Inexplicably has an eldest grandson, Xiao's mother hurts Xiao Yun'er so much that she can't wait to hug her all the time. Regarding Xiao Yi's rhetoric, his girlfriend broke up after giving birth to a child, and she was convinced that she had already compensated her, but sometimes she couldn't help but sigh, her son was so good that people couldn't look down on her, how big that girl's heart was.

Xiao Yi sat on the side and glanced at Xiao Chen: Editor, you take over the editor.

When Xiao Yun'er grew up, Xiao's mother was worried about the marriage of her two sons, the eldest son boasted that he was heartbroken by love, and he was firmly single in this life, and the younger son was said to have devoted his limited life to unlimited artistic creation, to put it bluntly, neither of them was married.

Xiao's mother was devastated, and asked Xiao Yi for comfort, Xiao Yi's eyes were deep, comforted Xiao's mother, said good words, optimistic about Xiao Yun'er, and found him a daughter-in-law in the future.

Throughout his life, Zheng Xiao became a master of oil painting in the world, just because the roses in the garden he painted when he was bored were inadvertently revealed, which caused the oil painting world to shake.

Xiao Chen took over the Xiao family and became the new head of the Xiao family, the Xiao family prospered in his hands for decades, and then the huge business empire was handed over to Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun became a handsome young man, but his ability was not weak at all, he inherited Xiao Chen's business talent, and the Xiao family's business was thriving.

Later, Xiao Yun married a female painter, who was ordinary, but the oil painting was good. Xiao Yun said that watching her paint, he would be very happy.

This morning, without the familiar smell of rice to wake him up, Zheng Xiao woke up hungry, his stomach was gurgling, he got up and rubbed his sleeping face, and found that Xiao Chen was still lying beside him, his face was peaceful, as if he was still sleeping sweetly. It's rare to see him get up late, Zheng Xiao wanted to tease him, his hand reached into his pajamas and touched his itchy flesh, but the skin under his hand was cold.

Zheng Xiao was shocked, his brain went blank, and he trembled his fingers to test his snort.

For a long time, Zheng Xiao blinked his dry eyes, his fingers fell on his face that was no longer young, rubbing the wrinkles on his forehead, even if he got old, Xiao Chen was still a charming old man, and Zheng Xiao loved him as before.

Closing his eyes, Zheng Xiao nestled into his arms, wrapped around his cold body, and broke away from this world.