"When did I hang my southward clothes in your closet?" Qiao Yihua looked confused.

She didn't look like she was playing stupid, she really didn't know.

So...... The clothes he was going to hang in her closet?

You Zhenai thought about it, and couldn't help secretly rejoicing.

Qiao Yihua ignored You Zhenai anymore, and looked at the housekeeper again: "You go and call Xiangnan now, just say that his grandfather brought it back, let him quickly find a way to deal with it, Zhenai is jealous and angry and wants to leave." ”

You Zhenai: "......"

When is she leaving?

"Grandma, you're lying." Qin Xiaomei honestly accused Qiao Yihua of lying.

Adults always tell children not to do this, not to do that.

But they're always going to do what they're not saying right, huh.

Qiao Yihua glared at the kitten, "Stinky boy, don't talk." ”

……

I heard that the old man took Lin Suwei home, and Qin Xiangnan went home as soon as it was time to get off work.

With the elderly and children at home, the atmosphere is much more lively.

When Qin Xiangnan entered the door, he heard the sound of the old man playing a game with Qin Kitten, and Qin Kitten pretended to be a sniper with a gun to beat the old man.

The laughter of the grandfather and grandson was heard in the living room.

'Xiang Nan is so powerful, grandpa can't beat Xiang Nan. ’

'To the south, where are you, grandpa?' Why can't Grandpa find you? ’

After changing his shoes, he walked into the living room, and watched the old man being chased by Qin Xiaomei with a cane, and he was so happy, Qin Xiangnan couldn't help but think of him when he was a child.

That's how his old man played with him.

At that time, he had not yet recovered from the pain of losing his son, and he would only smile so happily when he played with him.

Just like now, he is only in such a happy mood when he is with kittens.

The anger in his heart was extinguished by this familiar and warm picture, and he slowed down his pace.

"Daddy."

Qin Xiaomei stood up from behind the sofa and saw Qin Xiangnan, the gun he was carrying on his shoulder was aimed at Qin Xiangnan, "Don't move, raise your hands." ”

Qin Xiangnan quickly entered the play, without hesitation for a second, raising his hands to cooperate with the little guy.

"Ask for mercy."

The little guy is acting in a good way.

Qin Xiangnan said the dramatic line very cooperatively, "Soldiers can be killed, but they cannot be humiliated." ”

"Sudden ......"

"Daddy is dead."

Qin Xiangnan pretended to shake it twice, then walked to the side of the sofa, knelt on the sofa, reached behind the sofa, and directly picked up Qin Kitten and hugged him and sat on his lap.

Qin kitten nestled in his arms and was very well-behaved, "It's so fun." ”

It's rare to get along so harmoniously, and the old man's face, which is usually cold, has become pleasant.

He walked to Qin Xiangnan on crutches and sat down, chatting with him, "I heard Songbai say that you have been very busy lately. ”

Qin Xiangnan nodded, "It's okay." ”

The kitten's face was a little dirty, and he lowered his head and carefully wiped it for him.

The old man looked at that scene, there was a glimmer in his eyes, and he sighed, "Hey, if only your father were here." ”

wants to go to his deceased son, the old man's face reveals the vicissitudes and sadness of the wind and rain.

The most painful thing in this world is that a white-haired person sends a black-haired person.

Qin Xiangnan's impression of his father was only what the old man and Qiao Yihua described in their mouths, and those old photos of him.

There is no father-son relationship, but there has always been a power in my heart, that is, the power of love when my father saved his mother.