(Cat flutter Chinese) Where did she know that Yan Shao didn't say it in the past, because she didn't have that mind.

Now, he has this thought, and if he opens his mouth, he doesn't have to think about it at all, because this is his true heart.

There's no need to pile it up, and it doesn't need any retouching.

"Son and mother, I will raise them together!"

Yan Shao whispered, like a promise, like a request.

Zhu Qianying finally pulled out his hand, gently rubbed the slightly painful skin that was pulled, and muttered softly, "Who wants you to raise?!" ”

Yan Shao didn't say a word, just looked at her with inky black eyes without blinking, and insisted that she looked more and more unnatural, raised his hand and desperately fanned the wind on his hot face, turned his head, and looked out the window.

She has no perceptual impairment, so she can clearly feel that he is getting better and better for herself, but, in her opinion, this goodness, after all, is time-limited.

The good show that night reminded her from time to time that there was a lesson from him to Yi Wei, who knows if he is good to himself now, whether he is also like Yi Wei, when it is good, he can pour out his heart and lungs to you, give you whatever you want, and when it is bad, he treats you as a dog. , don't even look at you?

Zhu Qianying didn't know what he thought, whether he was pessimistic, or, simply, he didn't want to have any expectations for him, so he habitually turned him away.

Human suffering often comes from greed.

Covet more money, crave more love.

But because the gap between the ideal and the reality is too big, it adds to the pain!

In the past five years, she has taken her son to accompany her mother, doing the work she likes, and living the life she wants. The basic living requirements, in this way, are sufficient, and there is no need for the Yan family's billions of family assets to add to their wealth.

As for the relationship, she has girlfriends and friends who know and cherish each other, a boss and friends who love and cherish talents, and a son and mother who love her.

"Yes, who wants you to raise it, the boy grew up eating Mommy's milk, and it has nothing to do with you!"

The little guy still has a conscience, just now he obviously looked like a master outside the world, and repeatedly claimed that "I didn't see anything", but now seeing Mommy in embarrassment and embarrassment, the gentleman reached out to help.

Zhu Qianying hugged the boy who pounced on his back with his back, patted his buttocks, and looked at Young Master Yan with slanted eyes and smiled.

"Look, how ambitious my son is!" Now, with her son's support, she has a lot of confidence.

Yan Shao smiled, but didn't argue anything, only reached out and patted the little guy's pouting butt at him, diverting the topic.

He can give it all to her, but if she doesn't need it, his "giving" becomes a burden for her.

So, what he has to do now is to tell her with his actions that all he has, whether emotional or otherwise, ownership and use rights, belong to her.

She wanted, even if she took it, she didn't want it, then even if it was just left as it was, he didn't force it or impose it.

At this point, he realized that the stronger the true love or affection, the more indifferent and ordinary it becomes.

It is a bottle of water that is always at hand, the color is clear and the taste is light, as long as you need it, you can get it and drink it at hand to supplement the body's great needs.

……

On Sunday, the 40th anniversary party of Yan Bo and his wife was held at Yan's house as scheduled.

Zhu Qianying, as a young lady, is considered a hostess, after helping to welcome a large group of guests, she was a little tired, and took advantage of today's protagonist standing on the stage to speak, so she stood aside and took two sips with a wine glass.

From the angle from which she was standing, she could clearly see that on the stage, the hero and heroine stood holding each other.

Obviously he is an old man in his seventies, and the posture of the two of them is like a loose position, and there is no old age, and some of them are only wise and calm after years of precipitation.

It is like carefully storing aged wine for many years, opening the altar, only seeing the clear color of the wine and only smelling the mellow deliciousness, which is durable to see the durable product.

Yan Bo is wearing the simplest black evening dress today, with a white shirt and black bow tie, his body is straight, although his head is white, but his face with a faint smile is always like a middle-aged uncle in his fifties.

Tong Xiaohuai, that is, Mrs. Yan, is wearing a red fishtail evening dress today, which is obviously a deep V design that young people may not be able to control, and she wears it on her, but there is no disobedience at all. Her hair was not deliberately dyed black, but a natural granny white, permed with large wavy curls, casually draped over her half-exposed shoulders.

Such an elderly couple, standing on the stage holding each other, is not inferior to the well-dressed handsome men and beauties in the audience.

If Yanbo is a cup of intriguing wine, then Tong Xiaohuai is a fiery red and bright red rose, placed together, extremely harmonious and comfortable.

"In short, thank you Xiaohuai for accompanying me for more than 50 years, and thank her for giving birth to such a powerful and handsome son for me, and then we can have our lovely, smart and naughty grandchild......"

Yan Bo said this, and beckoned to the little guy in the audience who was wearing the same style dress as him and wearing a bow tie, the little guy was originally getting together with the pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses of the Ji family and squeaked and chatted while eating cake, and saw his grandfather waving to him, handed the plate to Sister Guoguo, and trotted to the front of the stage, but did not go up from the steps, but, with his hands supporting the edge of the platform, and with a kick, he stood on the stage in a chic manner.

The little guy ran to the two elders with a pout, and first bowed deeply at 90 degrees, "Congratulations grandpa!" Happy Wedding Anniversary! Then, standing on tiptoe, he kissed one loudly on the faces of the two old men who bent down.

The two elders led him to the middle, holding him by the shoulders, one left and one right.

"This is my grandson Yanxu and Xiaohuai, who just came back from abroad, in the future, please take care of me!"

In this way, the children of Yanxu are officially appearing as the future masters of the Yan family.

"Our son, so handsome!"

I had been looking intently at the bamboo shadow on the stage, and was suddenly startled by the whisper in my ear. didn't look back, and didn't even give the person behind him a reaction.

But the people behind her didn't mind her indifference at all, one hand on her waist, and the other hand, took the cup in her hand.

"Stop drinking!"

Thinking of the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, Zhu Qianying did not say a word, let him go, and put the cup on the table on the side. Cat flutter Chinese