Qiao Chengfan still doesn't give up. [Full text reading. 】

Is it that for more than a year, Qiqi has not contacted him, nor has he contacted Lao Qiao?

Does that really have to be the case?

"Xiao Fanfan, when you grow up, you will know, people are not easy to compare, at least, not in a few words." Ye Jiaqi patiently told him, even though she knew he didn't understand.

Just like Cheng Yuzhi and Josnian, how to compare?

They are two kinds of people with different personalities, and even very different.

Each is good in its own way.

Qiao Chengfan really didn't understand, he tilted his head and dragged Ye Jiaqi's clothes.

"Will Qiqi marry Uncle Cheng?"

"Maybe."

Among the people she met, only Cheng Yuzhi was the most suitable for marriage.

Even Qiao Sinian, who has always been picky, said that Cheng Yuzhi can be married, isn't it?

He asked her to marry Cheng Yuzhi, because he clearly wanted to hide the sail from her for the rest of his life.

He didn't want to tell her who Sailing's mother was.

He always had his reasons and ideas, and all she had to do was not ask, not to guess, not to think.

Then she doesn't ask, she doesn't guess, she doesn't want to.

"How can it, how can it be." Qiao Chengfan wiped his eyes sadly, and that posture was about to cry.

"Xiao Fanfan, Qiqi can't promise you anything, but as soon as I have time, Qiqi will come to London to see you, okay?" Ye Jiaqi took care of his clothes again.

Qiao Chengfan stopped talking, and there was grievance on his little face.

To say that you are not sad is false.

After Qiqi gets married, he will have his own baby, where will he be wanted.

Her baby would be with her every day, eating, sleeping, and playing with her, while he would only see her for a long, long time.

Qiao Chengfan was a little jealous.

For a long time, Qiao Chengfan didn't speak.

Ye Jiaqi led him downstairs, and he was not happy.

The table was already full of breakfast, and Ye Jiaqi peeled an egg for the little guy: "Come, eat breakfast." ”

The little one didn't say a word, sat in his chair, and held the milk cup.

It's uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable!

When Ye Jiaqi saw her like this, her heart felt like she had been pricked by a needle, and she felt a faint pain.

Her eyebrows were covered with a shallow layer of melancholy, her eyebrows were frowned, and her eyes were full of indescribable emotions, complex and complex.

She silently looked at Qiao Chengfan's face, afraid to touch the truth.

If he is never touched, he will always be the child born to that Joss and another woman, and his mother is ominous.

Ye Jiaqi's heart was trembling, and even the hand holding the cup was a little shaking.

She lowered her head and took a sip of hot milk, trying to suppress the chill that fluttered in her heart.

But can she do it without touching the truth?

Five years later, she still remembers the feeling of the little one kicking in her stomach.

Can she do it?

She couldn't even pass the hurdle herself.

Qiao Chengfan was eating breakfast wiltingly, and there were many things on his mind in his little brain.

Qiqi has a favorite uncle, Qiqi is getting married, Qiqi will have his own baby, Qiqi doesn't want him anymore, let alone Lao Qiao

Qiao Chengfan's long eyelashes were covered with a shallow layer of mist.

Suddenly, his big eyes lit up, and he shouted crisply: "Mom, I want that!" Cake! Cake! ”

Ye Jiaqi, who lowered his head and drank milk, was attacked by an electric current in an instant, and it was one thing for him to shout, and it was another thing for him to take the initiative to shout.

The hand holding the cup slipped and almost broke the cup!

My heart trembled uncontrollably, trembling violently.

Ye Jiaqi slowly raised his head.