"My home?"

Song Ja An winked at them with light eyes.

Zhuang Jun nodded heavily.

"Yes, this will be your home in the future, if you don't mind, you can treat our husband and wife as your parents."

As soon as the words fell, Song Ci'an was stunned.

Realizing that he might have said the wrong thing, Zhuang Jun immediately changed his words.

"If you feel embarrassed, call me Uncle Zhuang."

"Call me Aunt Zhang."

Zhang Bimei also played a round.

Zhuang Jun regretted saying a sentence with some regrets.

He and his wife have been married for almost 20 years, but they have never had any children of their own.

Although his wife didn't care on the surface, he actually knew that she was eager to have a child.

In order not to make each other uncomfortable, the two sat together and never mentioned this matter, and never quarreled about the child's affairs.

And he and his wife are just ordinary fishermen.

Where could a beautiful daughter like Song Ja'an be born with a mediocre appearance.

In the end, he is too greedy and wants to replace him as someone else's parent.

"No, you not only saved me, but also took me in, and I'm worried that you will dislike me."

Song Ja'an waved his hand and explained.

Zhuang Jun and his wife were pleasantly surprised.

Zhang Bimei also secretly turned her face away and wiped away the tears that had overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

She took a deep breath and faced Song Ja'an again, with a motherly and affectionate tone.

"Okay, okay, you can live in peace first, and we'll figure out how to do it in the future."

"Thank you, Mom."

Song Ja An looked at the two gratefully.

But the word "mom" made Zhang Bimei unable to hold back.

She let go of Song Ja'an's hand, ran out and hid in a place where no one was and sobbed quietly.

"It's okay, it's okay, you have a good rest first, I'll take a look."

Zhuang Jun got up and walked out, leaving Song Ci'an alone in the house.

Just now, my mother suddenly ran away, thinking that she had said something wrong and upset others.

Zhuang Jun saw his wife's back trembling slightly, and couldn't help but hold her shoulders and pretend to be angry.

"You, you almost scared the kids."

"I'm sorry husband, it's useless for me, and I can't give birth to a child for you until now."

Zhang Bimei blamed herself.

For so many years, the person she felt most sorry for was her husband.

Seeing that other families have children under Chenghuan's knees, they are still two people.

How can she not feel heartache and guilt.

"Where do you say, God doesn't feel sorry for us, bringing us a fair-looking girl as a daughter, we took advantage of others."

Zhuang Jun held her in his arms and comforted her.

Amused by his words, Zhang Bimei snorted and burst into laughter.

Although the hearts of the two were filled with joy at this time, they also knew that the "daughter" they got was not their own after all.

Sooner or later, there will be a day of departure.

When the time comes, they will not stop them, so let them cherish the rare time in the future.

In Kyoto, news spread about Song Ja-an studying abroad.

It only caused a small number of uproars, and after a few days, it was gradually forgotten by everyone.

One day when Qin Qiming's TV series was broadcast, the name Song Ci'an was mentioned.

Some people praised her for her good acting skills and good dancing.

Some people complained that she had no sense of substitution.

If he had watched those who complained about Song Ja'an before, Xiaoxiao would definitely have scolded back through the screen.

But now she was not interested at all.

The team gave her a few days off and waited for the new person to sign up before she continued to work.

In addition to Xiaoxiao's soullessness, Yan Jin once fell into a depression.

The three words of Song Ja'an held him like a spell, and he couldn't break free.