"Dad, the son is here, you ...... Stop shouting......" said Little Umbrella.

Jing Qingran felt a large black line falling, this soul who didn't know whose soul it was, actually abducted her son like this!

Her sons are not directed to her!

What could be sadder than that?

Jing Qingran didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, crossed "Jing Qingran", and took the little boy into his arms.

"Dad, ...... you" The little umbrella looked up at his father, who suddenly hugged him tightly, and was a little puzzled.

"Good son, in the future, Dad will take care of you!" Jing Qingran touched his son's head and said very sadly.

Yes, in the future, only Jing Qingran, the "father", will be left to take care of the little umbrella.

"Let's go!" Jing Qingran said again, and then, holding a small umbrella, walked to the other side of the room, leaving "Jing Qingran" completely behind.

Mu Zhengchen looked at the backs of the two of them, crying and laughing!

……

"Dad, what's wrong?" The small umbrella was carried into the room by Jing Qingran and the door was closed tightly.

"It's okay, son, dad is fine......" Jing Qingran said, but his heart was very bitter.

Her husband's soul doesn't know whether she is dead or alive, how can she be good?

"You ......" the little umbrella looked at "Mu Zhengchen".

"He" gave him a lot of like mom rather than dad.

"Son......" Jing Qingran held a small umbrella, couldn't help it, and a few tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Dad, why are you crying?" The little umbrella is very surprised, why is the father who never sheds tears crying today?

It seems that he is crying very miserably.

"Son, son......" Jing Qingran cried, how to say the sorrow in her heart, how to say it?

"Dad, don't cry." The little boy reached out and patted "him" on the back to comfort "him".

Jing Qingran put the small umbrella on the soft bed.

She sat on the edge of the bed.

In the room, there were two of them, "father" and son.

Jing Qingran is now a man, in fact, she doesn't want to cry, and she doesn't want to cry in front of her son, but she can't suppress the sadness in her heart.

Always come from the heart.

"By the way, son, are you hungry?" At this time, Jing Qingran wiped away his tears, raised his eyes and looked at the little umbrella and asked.

After coming for so long, Jing Qingran only now has time to ask his son if he is hungry.

Little Umbrella looked at "him", nodded, and said, "A little hungry." ”

Jing Qingran reached out and touched his little head lovingly.

Really, how did I become a mom or a dad?

Jing Qingran counted himself down in his heart.

"Let's go, son, mom will take you to eat." Jing Qingran was quick to say the word mother unconsciously.

The little umbrella was confused and strange.

Jing Qingran came back to his senses, but he didn't explain anything, and smiled.

Jing Qingran just wanted to stand up, and looked out the window again, it was getting late, and the night was dark.

Jing Qingran is not familiar with the terrain around here.

"Son, let's eat in the hotel." Jing Qingran touched the head of the little umbrella again.

"It's fine." The son nodded and said very well-behaved.

"Dad, Mom, she hasn't eaten either." The small umbrella reminded "Mu Zhengchen".

Hearing this, Jing Qingran looked at the little umbrella and asked seriously: "Son, the one outside...... She, you think, is she really your mother? ”

What are you kidding, your mom and I'm here! Jing Qingran thought to himself.

"Not really." The little umbrella shook its head rarely.

Hearing this, Jing Qingran smiled slightly, and asked again: "So, umbrella, who do you think she looks like?" ”

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