The little guy with a big fart can't understand the anger, despair and sadness hidden in Grandpa's tirade.

Leng Yunting looked at the little little point carved in pink and jade, and the anger in his body dissipated little by little, dissipated, until there was no trace.

Yes, how did he forget, even if they had a sad past and an angry feud, they still fell in love with each other, or- with Xiaobao, the crystallization of joy and sorrow.

He walked over slowly, crouched down, and touched the little one's face with the tip of his nose. Xiaobao was not used to his way of being so intimate, frowning and looking unhappy.

"Xiaobao, son. Leng Yunting gently picked up Xiaobao. This time, Luo Qingxue did not resist. Let him pick up the little one, and then carry him to his grandparents.

The little guy is average, although he doesn't know much about Gang Leng Haotian's tirade, and he doesn't like this serious old guy very much, but he likes Grandma Feng who gave him refreshments. There is no way, the little guy eats people's mouths, takes people's soft hands, rolls his big eyes, and then says with a smile: "Don't be sad Grandma Feng." Xiaobao gives you a hoo~~"

Although it is embarrassing, although it is difficult to speak, after all, so many years have passed, Feng Linxue saw this little guy like glutinous rice dumplings, and a certain piece of his heart was still soft.

"Xiaobao. She took Xiaobao from Leng Yunting's arms and kissed her. The child's tender little chubby paws slid across her cheeks, and a slight touch slowly diffused from the deep discomfort.

Leng Haotian looked at his cute little grandson, and the extreme anger was gradually extinguished as if he had been poured a scoop of cold water.

The past is gone, and the dead are like this.

They are still alive, they are still working hard, so how can they be happy if they always look back and think about the past?

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Throughout the day, the Leng family was shrouded in a strange haze.

Luo Qingxue naturally couldn't walk, her whole person was still in a floating state, as if she had been knocked with a stick, and she walked like a fluttering hair.

originally thought that although my father did the wrong thing and went the wrong way, he could be regarded as a tragic and erotic character. At least, he was affectionate, he was intelligent, and he was still down-and-out in the later period, and he died in a foreign land. She used to think that the Leng family was too calculating, and even felt that Leng Haotian had been holding personal grievances for so many years, which was narrow and excessive.

However, in the end, she realized that there was really no hatred for no reason.

She thought that if she was Leng Haotian, she would definitely hate that kind of person to death!

Some people, some things, even after many years, the wounds remain. It's like she can't forgive Leng Yunting for his original choice, just like she can't forgive him for abandoning herself and Xiaobao.

If she were a man and encountered this kind of thing, she might be like Yang Guo, and she would smile at her enmity and hatred at the end, but she refused to be retained by Guo Jing and Huang Rong, and finally separated from each other and never saw each other, right?

And she is a woman, and she has Xiaobao with Leng Yunting, which has been a constant concern all her life. So, after such a blank moment, the pain was like two silk threads, which wrapped her tightly and suffocated her.

When such a cruel and heavy inside story was revealed, she really didn't know if she still had the courage and strength to persevere?