Every mother in the world firmly believes that even if the baby in her belly is only the size of a grape seed, he or she can hear what she is saying.

Or, tell if it's Daddy's voice or Mommy's voice.

The same is true for Meng Fuling.

When she was diagnosed with pregnancy, as long as she was awake, Meng Fuling would gently talk to the child in her womb.

Take a walk in the woods in the early morning and recite poetry.

In the afternoon, I will tidy up the clothes, shoes and toys that little babies can wear.

Occasionally, Jiang Honglu comes back early, and the topic of the two will change from the unborn baby to the bright future of their age and teens.

This children's room was born at that time.

The only difference was that they didn't live in the presidential palace at that time.

"Do babies like cots? Dad said that goose yellow is the warmest color, so Mom sewed goose yellow sheets and pink quilts for you...... By the way, the bed was made by my father, and my father knew a lot of things, and he was the most handsome and capable father in the world. ”

"When you wake up, you can play on the climbing mat on the ground, and your mother will play the piano for you, okay?"

"When the sun comes out, we open the windows and let in and see, what's that? Jingle bells, jingle bells...... Does it sound good? ”

"Look below, it's a little sapling that Dad dug up from the mountain, and when the time comes, the baby will grow taller with the little sapling."

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The couple is like an ordinary couple in the world, imagining a happy life related to all the children.

Everything in this room comes from the hands of the husband and wife.

And Meng Fuling will read it gently.

She firmly believes that even if the child is still in the womb, he must already know what this room looks like.

At this moment, hearing Qin Ye say that she seemed to have been here, and also said where the wind chimes were, even if she hadn't done a paternity test yet, Jiang Honglu was sure that Qin Ye was the child he and Meng Fuling had been separated for nearly 2o years.

"Clear ......"

A man in his fifties, his eyes were red like a rabbit, Jiang Honglu moistened his eyes, and looked at Qin Ye fixedly: "Do you want to see her?" ”

Qin Ye's breath stagnated.

Knowing that Jiang Honglu was talking about Meng Fuling, his gaze moved slightly, and when he saw the photo frame buckled on the piano, Qin Ye nodded involuntarily.

Jiang Honglu smiled with satisfaction and stepped forward to help up the photo frame.

In the photo, the man is young and handsome, and the woman is gentle and beautiful.

It seems to be taken casually, and in the photo, it is comfortable and easy-going.

However, the picture is full of sense.

It was as if the two were right in front of them at the moment.

In the gazebo, the cool breeze is gentle.

On the chair on the railing, Jiang Honglu looked at Meng Fuling, and Meng Fuling looked at her towering belly.

The happiness on his face is the same.

The gentleness and pampering in the eyebrows and eyes are almost the same.

It seems that even the air is warm.

The photo is thin, but the love contained in it is about to overflow.

Is that...... Mom!

Looking at Meng Fuling's gentle face, for a moment, Qin Ye couldn't tell whether she saw Meng Fuling or Cheng Jiahui.

I can't tell whether it is herself holding the photo at this moment, or Ah Ye.

The vision was a little blurry, and Qin Ye wiped the photo desperately, only to feel that the picture was getting more and more blurry.

In the next moment, tears fell in tears.

In front of the table by the window, Jiang Honglu, who had just taken out the photo album from the drawer, only glanced back, and his eyes turned red again.