Qiao An was talking about Shen Tao.

When Song Yichen and Shen Tao were having dinner at the Champs-Elysées Hotel, they went to look for him early and happened to see this scene.

This matter was inadvertently mentioned early when he walked into the old mansion of the Song family with Shen Taozhengda.

When the little girl heard this again, the smile in her eyes suddenly froze.

Some looked at Joan helplessly, his eyes worried.

Qiao An knew that she longed for her father's love early on, as long as Song Yichen was a little bit nicer to her, the little girl would pounce like a moth into the fire.

But......

How long can Song Yichen's fatherly love be given?

Three days and five days?

If you can't give it until you grow up early, it's better not to give it!

Instead of waiting to be sad and sad in the future, she, a mother, should stop her thoughts now for the sake of her children.

Better a finger off than always aching!

Without hope, there is no disappointment.

"Baby, that aunt will marry Daddy in the near future and live with her, are you going to call that aunt Mommy?"

The little girl flattened her mouth, and her eyes turned red in an instant, and she looked like she was about to cry.

Later, she withdrew her little hand from Song Yichen's hand.

"If Daddy really wants to be with that auntie, I don't want him."

The little girl wrapped her arms around Joan's neck and lay on her shoulder, her eyes full of grievances.

Although the voice was small in the morning, it landed soundly, knocking heavily on Song Yichen's heart.

That little bit of good mood before hit rock bottom.

The empty hand was withdrawn from Joan's shoulder.

He couldn't tell what it was like, he just felt that his heart was being clutched by something, and it was very stuffy.

"How did I not know that you still have the ability to be an unpredictable prophet!"

If it weren't for the early days, he would have really thrown this woman on the bed and lectured her hard.

Qiao An glanced at him and patted the little girl's back to soothe the child's emotions.

Turning around, he looked at Song Yichen's eyes, and was extremely calm: "Didn't you take Shen Tao back to the old mansion just to prove her identity?" ”

Song Yichen was speechless for a while.

The elegant and gentle hand was withdrawn, fell on the seam of the trousers, and sighed softly: "I can explain this matter!" ”

Joan didn't speak, just stared into his eyes, silent.

"I ran into her halfway through and her car broke down."

Song Yichen's eyes looked back at her for a moment.

Joan couldn't find the slightest dodge in his eyes, and he didn't flinch.

The turbid breath that had been pressing on her heart suddenly dispersed and disappeared into nothingness.

He didn't say a word to make her happy, he just said a seemingly reasonable explanation, and she was relieved.

If it was as he said, she could choose not to care.

But......

After all, you can't wipe off your face.

"It's not early, it's time to go to bed early, I'll take her to the bath."

Feel free to find an excuse to get out of Song Yichen's sight.

Until the bathroom door closed, she could still feel her heart pounding.

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Song Zao's children walked outside for more than two hours, and played for an hour and a half at the Daddy Hotel, so tired that they yawned.

As soon as I took a shower, my eyelids started fighting.

By the time Joan carried the little girl to bed, she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes.

Swing left and right like a tumbler.

"Early, blow your hair before you go to sleep, don't sleep yet."

Joan held the child on one side and took the blow dryer with the other.

Helpless......

I am afraid that the child will fall on the bed and wet the pillow and sleep uncomfortably, so that the child is more than enough to reach the hair dryer placed on the big table.

I tried several times, but to no avail.

If the relationship between the husband and wife is good, she will ask Song Yichen to help.

But now......

She really couldn't open her mouth.

Joan hovers between speaking and not opening.