As soon as Huo Jingyi left, Qiao Chengfan unscrupulously occupied Ye Jiaqi. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

Lao Qiao definitely didn't know that he had occupied Ye Jiaqi, hum.

Qiqi is his, and Old Joe can't grab it.

His little hand wrapped around Ye Jiaqi's neck and refused to let go.

"Qiqi, I miss you so much, why don't you ignore the baby...... That's the time...... And then you went abroad......"

Qiao Chengfan chattered to Ye Jiaqi.

"I'm afraid it will affect your studies, but Qiqi was busy with work during that time, very busy. I'm sorry, little sail. ”

"It's okay, Qiqi I like you, what you do is right. Hmm......" Qiao Chengfan chuckled.

His little face was close to Ye Jiaqi's neck.

The exhaled hot breath rubbed the leaves and itched.

Ye Jiaqi also smiled and hugged him tighter.

There was a wisp of indelible scar under her eye from beginning to end, like a broken piece of ice.

"It's not early, is it okay for Xiao Fanfan to sleep obediently?" Ye Jiaqi coaxed.

"Okay." The little guy nodded, "Finally someone hugged me to sleep, at home, Dad doesn't hold me." ”

"Boys need to be independent."

"My dad is still fierce."

"He's for your good."

"Qiqi, you don't help me talk, woo woo......" Qiao Chengfan rubbed his eyes, "Why don't you speak ill of Old Joe with me." ”

Ye Jiaqi chuckled in his heart.

She gently patted the little guy on the back: "Sleep, good night." ”

"Hmm."

Qiao Chengfan closed his eyes.

Kind of miss old Joe.

What was Old Joe doing, he hadn't called him for days.

He had a lot to say to Old Joe.

Although Old Joe is very domineering, Old Joe is very good.

Not......

Qiao Chengfan smashed his tongue and fell asleep.

The little hand grabbed Ye Jiaqi like an octopus, and Ye Jiaqi's heart was suddenly warmed.

The little guy is still so young, how can he know what life and death are.

Ye Jiaqi closed his eyes, and there was sourness spreading among the hundreds of limbs, and every cell seemed to stop beating.

It was late at night, and the north wind was howling.

The windows were blown and creaked.

The moonlight was hazy and the phantoms were swaying.

"Qiqi, why don't you cover the quilt when you sleep? Well? ”

Suddenly, Ye Jiaqi was startled, and his eyelids trembled.

The lights were on, but there was nothing in sight.

Nothing.

The familiar sound, as if it came from heaven, so clear, yet so distant.

With a familiar lowness, restraint and mellowness.

One of her arms was exposed, already cold.

She pulled up the quilt and covered it.

She has to take care of herself, and she also has to take care of Xiao Fanfan.

……

The next day, Ye Jiaqi was woken up by the fragrance of white porridge.

When she opened her eyes, Qiao Chengfan was no longer in her arms.

"Little Fanfan, Little Fanfan......" she shouted.

"Qiqi, I'm here."

Qiao Chengfan had already dressed up, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and sat on the sofa obediently.

Huo Jingyi sat beside him and read comic books with him.

Ye Jiaqi smiled: "It's all up, I'm the laziest." ”

"Is it better?" Huo Jingyi asked.

Ye Jiaqi touched his forehead: "It's okay, the fever has subsided, and it makes you worried." ”

"Get up and eat porridge, there are several kinds of porridge here, and I got up early in the morning to cook them. Hinata Fan ate it and said it tasted good. ”

"Okay."

Ye Jiaqi jumped out of bed.

She saw Qiao Chengfan reading comic books with Huo Jingyi, very quiet and harmonious.

"Xiaochengfan, did your uncle send you a little fox last time to grow up?"

"Do you mean Ahri? Chubby, big. ”