Chen Jiahang brought another pair of chopsticks, and then served a bowl to Yan Yan and this inexplicable child.

Yuan Yuan served the dinner and said politely to Chen Jiahang: "Thank you, uncle"

He Xiyan: ......

Oh, so the kid wasn't dumb, he just didn't want to answer her question?

Chen Jiahang was also a little surprised, he thought that this child was a mute like him, but he didn't expect to be able to speak.

Yuan Yuan picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of corn into his bowl, and then ate it alone, he was a little hungry, and he only ate a little bread and biscuits in the car.

He Xiyan saw that the child was eating very well, and took some more vegetables over, and Yuan Yuan quickly ate them again.

After eating, he patted his stomach and told his mother that he was full.

He Xiyan looked at this child, she didn't know what was wrong, the more she looked at it, the more she felt that this child was kind and cute, and she looked very well-behaved, how much she even hoped that she would have such a beautiful and well-behaved child.

After dinner, Chen Jiahang went to the kitchen to wash dishes, brush pots, boil water, and clean up the mess, while He Xiyan stayed in the hall to accompany the suddenly visiting child.

He found that the child had not made trouble since then, except for crying when he first came, but was very well-behaved, and at this time he took out a box of paintbrushes and a drawing book from his school bag, and sat quietly on the chair drawing something.

He Xiyan walked over and stood behind him, watching him draw stroke by stroke, he didn't draw quickly, and even every stroke had to think about it before drawing. He Xiyan can see that the child takes this work very seriously.

After about twenty minutes, the figure in the painting was clear.

He Xiyan couldn't help laughing. She found that he had drawn her, but it didn't look very much like her, but the general appearance was obvious.

"Little friend, isn't Auntie so thin?" He Xiyan looked at herself in her painting, such a slender waist and legs, how could she not match herself, she is now 130 pounds, she can be said to be a fat person.

Yuan Yuan was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at He Xiyan, a pair of bright eyes blinked several times, and finally he stretched out his hand and pointed at the woman in the painting, and said, "This is my mother." ”

"Your mother?"

Rumble......

He Xiyan paused, his head seemed to be smashed hard by a hammer, and his brain was buzzing.

She frowned tightly and looked at Yuan Yuan with extremely shocked eyes.

The kid even said that the woman in the painting who resembled him was his mother?

Is his mom her?

How can it be???

Yuan Yuan got down from the chair, under the light, his fair little face suddenly turned red, he looked up at his mother, seeing that his mother still didn't recognize him, he pursed his mouth aggrievedly, and suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged He Xiyan's leg hard, hugging tightly:

"Mom, Mom, why don't you remember Yuanyuan, why don't you know Yuanyuan?"

Woo...... Yuan Yuan cried out again aggrievedly, not loud, but the tears kept flowing out of her eyes, and she wet He Xiyan's pants after a while.

He Xiyan: ......

He Xiyan's eyes were shocked, his brain had lost the ability to direct his own actions, and he stood there like a log, looking at the child in front of him with two eyes in a daze. A little child calling her mom.

The kid said what his name was. Fate?

This is the fate of what I said.

Is it her son? Their son?