"Okay, okay, what are you yelling at the kid for? What does he know about such a young child? Although An Xiuru was not happy in her heart, at this moment, she still defended her grandson. She took the child from her husband's hand and coaxed it one by one.

However, although this little thing is small, it seems to know the grievances and cries very loudly. No matter how An Xiuru coaxed, he blushed and cried with his little fists.

"It's that he's so young, he knows that he is going to that man, and he will have it in the future! After all, it's still his son! Ji Qixuan was also complaining about himself in his heart, and while listening to his crying, he was also a little irritable.

However, looking at this little guy who has grown up, compared to the monkey fart-strand when he was born, he looks more and more cute. Whoever sees the little guy will praise it: "Cute." ”

However, he couldn't help but deny that this little guy was really more and more similar to Ling Yichuan, it was like he was carved out of a mold!

The more they looked at this little thing that looked like Ling Yichuan, they had love in their hearts, but more of them were uncomfortable.

"Dad, this is not Ling Yichuan's son, this is my son." Ji Liunian's voice was calm, as if he didn't take the image he had just seen Ling Yichuan to heart.

As soon as they saw their calm daughter, the two stopped talking. Ji Qixuan changed the topic for a long time: "Then we will start preparing today, and we will leave when the child is better." ”

An Xiuru nodded, as soon as the room was quiet, the child's cry was extraordinarily magical, hearing such a cry, Ji Qixuan, who was still a little resentful, couldn't help but start to glance at the little guy: "Did I speak a little louder just now?" ”

"You know you're loud. Our family is thinking about it, and it's smart. An Xiuru also complained to her husband, looked down at the little guy in the swaddling clothes, as if he was wronged, his little arms and legs were kicking straight, looking like he was about to break free.

"Mom, I'd better come." Ji Liunian's voice was faint, and he took the little guy from An Xiuru's arms. She hugged the commemorative child and sang softly and coaxed, the little guy was finally a little quieter in his mother's arms, with two bubbles of tears, and slowly suppressed the crying, but there were still two tears hanging in the corners of his eyes, and he looked very pitiful.

Seeing that his face was red, his eyes were red, his small fists were clenched, and between his eyebrows and eyes, he looked very much like Ling Yichuan, and her eyes were a little far away all of a sudden.

How did you think of that man again? They broke up a long time ago, didn't they? They don't have anything else to do with each other.

During this time, although she deliberately did not go to find news of him, Ling Yichuan's news still came one after another.

He apologized. He made money, and he explained everything clearly in front of the public.

She saw all this outside, and in her heart, not to mention that she was not touched at all, but she didn't feel much.

It's not that she's still holding a grudge now, the most important thing is - it's too late, it's too late.

Even if she could forgive him, it was impossible for her to be with him. His apology, for her, for her family, was of no use. She didn't need him to apologize or compensate.