In a few days in London, Ye Jiaqi followed Qiao Chengfan inch by inch. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

In that way, it was like I was afraid that he would get lost.

Qiao Chengfan likes Ye Jiaqi very much, even if he is with Ye Jiaqi every day, he doesn't feel tired.

They go shopping together, eat together, build blocks together, and do crafts together

Ye Jiaqi also taught him to make bread in the oven, Qiao Chengfan is very smart, and he can learn it as soon as he learns it.

That smart guy is indeed a genetic Joss year.

There are so many interesting things in the manor, they stayed here for a few days.

In her spare time, she and Qiao Chengfan sat on the large balcony basking in the sun.

Qiao Chengfan lay barefoot on the carpet and played with toys, and Ye Jiaqi sat on the rattan chair on the balcony knitting sweaters.

The years are quiet, and the time is safe.

The sun shines in from the balcony and everything on the balcony seems quiet and nice.

There's a long-awaited, homely feel.

It matched everything in her dreams.

Joe Chengfan is non-stop and likes to crawl around on the carpet.

"Qiqi, with my master, he doesn't allow me to play like this." Qiao Chengfan complained aggrievedly.

As soon as he was wronged, she felt distressed.

"With Qiqi, you can play as much as you want." Ye Jiaqi looked at him dotingly.

Thinking of the things that Qiao Chengfan had experienced in the past, Ye Jiaqi was even more distressed.

Especially the time when Fang Ya held him hostage, the little guy stood tremblingly on the Ferris wheel, and the sharp knife kept against his neck.

She doesn't regret replacing the little one with herself.

"Qiqi, I miss my father, I want to see him" The little guy said while playing with the little train, and his little mouth deflated.

"He's busy, and he'll come to see you when he's done."

"I'm afraid he really doesn't want me."

"No, he loves you very much."

"So when will he be busy, and when?"

I don't know when Ye Jiaqi is.

Ye Jiaqi was knitting a sweater, and his eyes were a little dazed.

If Chengfan really had to be her little bastard, her baby, and that person didn't tell her, he must only want the child and not her

It doesn't matter, if you don't want her, you don't want her, she doesn't have the luxury of being with him, and she really doesn't deserve to be his wife.

However, to find a stepmother for her baby, have you considered her feelings?

What was her feelings, he had never thought about it, had he?

He is so fond of Chengfan, he will definitely not give her Chengfan, even if he has children in the future, he will never give her Chengfan.

The sun shone in from the balcony, and her long eyelashes were covered with a layer of crystal water, faint.

Ye Jiaqi lowered his head, and the hand knitting the sweater stopped.

"Seventy-seven!" The little one sat on the shaggy carpet, looked up at her innocent little face, and looked at her with bright eyes.

"Ah" Ye Jiaqi came back to his senses and turned his head.

The little one smiled at her, revealing two rows of white teeth.

Smiles are contagious.

Ye Jiaqi also smiled: "What are you doing shouting Qiqi." ”

"It's nothing, I just want to call you."

"Then call me 'Mommy', okay?"

"Yes, Mom!" The little guy doesn't care about scruples, in her eyes, Ye Jiaqi is like his mother, the mother he wants in his dreams!

With this sweet and greasy sound, Ye Jiaqi's heart melted.

She looked at the little one's clean, pure face in a daze and smiled.

The heart, if there is a clear spring flowing, ding-dong-dong, soothing and smooth.

"Mom!" Qiao Chengfan shouted again.