Qiao Chengfan saw that Ye Jiaqi had been looking at him, he was embarrassed and covered his face. [No pop-ups. 】

"Why do you keep watching the baby?"

Ye Jiaqi reacted at this time, rubbed his head, and said in a very soft voice: "Because you are good-looking." ”

I can't get enough of it.

Probably because Ye Jiaqi was too gentle, and Qiao Chengfan was even more shy.

No one treats him better than Qiqi, and he really wants to be with Qiqi every day.

Ye Jiaqi squatted down, his white fingers sliding over his face, tracing the contours of his face.

The little one is five years old.

If her child is still alive, it is also a premature baby, and it is also the birthday of that day, and it should be five years old.

hehe

It's supposed to be five years old, too.

Joss year, you fucking bastard.

Ye Jiaqi squatted in front of Qiao Chengfan, looking at him all the time, his palms were warm, like a spring breeze in the willows.

Qiao Chengfan looked at Ye Jiaqi fixedly, not quite understanding Ye Jiaqi's behavior, but he liked to be touched by Ye Jiaqi.

There is only a little guy left in Ye Jiaqi's pupils, and only Ye Jiaqi is left in the little guy's small pupils.

They looked at each other, surrounded by a warm and idyllic atmosphere.

I don't know when, a shallow mist rose in Ye Jiaqi's eyes, layer by layer, faint, like ink smudged open, spread out under her eyes.

Her big eyes were already watery, but at this time, they seemed even more watery.

Qiao Chengfan thought she was crying.

He took out a potato chip from the bag and stuffed it for Ye Jiaqi to eat: "Qiqi, this is delicious, tomato flavored." ”

Qiao Chengfan's big eyes are dazzling, cute and cute.

Ye Jiaqi eats potato chips.

Well, tomato flavored, delicious.

This year's New Year, the first day of the new year, Ye Jiaqi had mixed feelings in his heart.

That uncertain thought was suppressed in my heart at this moment, like a stone.

Qiao Chengfan saw that Ye Jiaqi's mood was not improving, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch her face: "Qiqi, isn't it fun here?" ”

Ye Jiaqi put away her emotions at this time, she smiled: "It's very interesting here, Qiqi likes it very much, let's go upstairs and take a look at the room, shall we?" ”

"Okay, Qiqi, this is for you." The little guy stuffed a packet of potato chips into Ye Jiaqi.

Ye Jiaqi took it, and walked up the stairs with the little guy.

Joe Chengfan could take her in and out of every room here, including Josnian's room.

"Qiqi, let's sleep in Old Joe's room secretly, right? His room was the biggest, while he wasn't at home"

"Isn't that right?"

"It's okay, he doesn't know, I asked both Fauber and Comber to pretend they don't know."

Ye Jiaqi agreed.

Josnian's room is still his style, simple and generous, low-key and introverted, much simpler than the exterior decoration.

The main color of black and white is very comfortable.

The furnishings in the bedroom have not been touched, and there is a laptop on the table that has not been turned on in a long time.

Ye Jiaqi opened the closet, and there were clothes in the closet that he didn't take away.

The clothes are also in his style, and there seems to be a residual breath of his own.

"Qiqi, do you like it here?" The little guy lay on Qiao Sinian's pillow and tilted his head to look at Ye Jiaqi.

If Dad was there, knowing that he was crawling into his bed, he would have to spank him again.

But Old Joe was not at home, and the monkey was called the king.

Whew!

Ye Jiaqi looked at Qiao Sinian's clothes in the closet, as if he hadn't gone far, he was in the manor.

However, clothes are always just clothes.

"I like it." Ye Jiaqi pulled up the closet.

"Qiqi, I wet on Old Joe's bed." Qiao Chengfan covered his face.