"You can't stay in the past."

Zhan Qian said something meaninglessly, then glanced at Tian Zixin, who was standing next to him with a slightly pale face, and pulled Ling Qi upstairs.

Words have changed, and he naturally can't be the same as he was three years ago.

It's been more than three years, and Zhan Qingyu hasn't learned to cherish the people in front of him.

Zhan Qingyu clenched his fists and couldn't bear to look at the backs of the two leaving.

After a while, he whispered sorry.

Tian Zixin's back stiffened, she knew what it was said to her.

"You know, I never asked for your sorry."

After whispering, she saw the nanny upstairs take Momo down, with a gentle smile on her face, put down the bag in her hand, and walked towards her son.

"Momo, did you listen to your aunt and grandfather at home today?"

If Zhan Jin was pregnant, they would naturally let the child be called Zhan Xian's great-grandfather.

But Zhan Jinhuai had already been kicked out of the Zhan family, and the great-grandfather's children screamed and tongue-twisting, and later naturally changed to grandfather.

"Momo is very obedient."

Seeing his mother come back, Momo smiled on his face, threw away the nanny's hand, and excitedly spread his calves and ran towards his mother.

Tian Zixin hurriedly squatted down, stretched out his hands far away, and hugged his son in his arms the next moment.

In hopeless love, the only thing that can give her warmth and comfort is this little guy.

She has never regretted secretly calculating Zhan Qingyu and giving birth to this child.

"Did Momo miss his father?"

Seeing his son, Zhan Qingyu's eyes flashed, he walked over and bowed his head and bent over, standing behind Tian Zixin and asked gently.

Mo Mo raised his head from Tian Zixin's arms, looked at his father and tilted his head and thought about it, "Will Dad buy Mo Mo something delicious?" ”

Zhan Qingyu couldn't cry or laugh, and couldn't help but remind him, "Mom didn't buy you anything delicious either." ”

Mo Mo didn't care, made a face at him, and got into his mother's arms.

He just wants to play tricks, who makes his father always make his mother unhappy?

"Okay Momo, Dad will bring you something delicious tomorrow, let Dad hug you, okay?"

Zhan Qingyu made a pitiful look and moved closer.

Some pitiful voices sounded in his ears, with wisps of hot air spraying behind his ears, Tian Zixin only felt an itch on the back of his neck, and stiffened his body and did not speak.

Although Zhan Qingyu doesn't love her, he is a good father.

Even if he was angry when she was pregnant, he never had a cold face towards Momo.

It felt like Momo was moving in his arms, as if he was thinking about it.

Tian Zixin let go of his arm with a smile and looked at his son with a tangled face.

She had no right to prevent the two fathers and sons from getting closer.

Momo was just coquettish to Qingyu, but he didn't really hate him.

Sure enough, after thinking for a moment, Mo Mo reluctantly stretched out his hand to him, looking like "I allow you".

Seeing this, Zhan Qingyu, who had expected it, smiled and bent over, supported Mo Mo's armpits with both hands, and hugged him in his arms with all his strength.

Mo Mo had already smiled and bent the corners of his mouth in his arms, his small hands wrapped around his neck, and his eyebrows and eyes were crooked.

The smile on Tian Zixin's face became thicker.

Actually, that's pretty good.

Zhan Qingyu has no love for her, and it is good to have family affection.

"Qingyu, are you back? It's really going to be in a hurry, and the rice is just cooked.

Go and wash up, and call Qianyan and Grandpa to come down. ”

Cheng Qiao came out of the kitchen and shouted with a smile when he saw a harmonious family of three.