Chapter 363: The Tilt of Love 7

The driver drove in the front seat, and all three sat in the back.

There was a chirping child in the middle, and Yi Xiangxi also clearly felt the cold and desperate look next to him - he was very uneasy, and when he looked over casually, he saw Qiao Mai leaning against the backrest, her eyes closed, and no one knew what she was thinking.

"Sister Mai...... Every time I have a birthday, I'll be with my dad, okay?"

She was so tired that she smiled weakly.

Xiang Xi's heart was shocked, her expression was more explosive than her, noisier than her, and more than her hysterical roar every day.

The car stopped at the entrance of the complex.

Before the child's excitement passed, Qiao Mai pulled her and was about to say goodbye, took a step to the west, hugged Xiaobai, kissed her on the forehead, and said softly: "Xiaobai, you go to the front first and wait, I will say a few words to Sister Mai." ”

"Mr. Yi, I don't have anything to say to you. ”

Seeing the opportunity, the child hesitated and left immediately.

When Joe Wheat was about to leave, his hand had already been grabbed.

"Wheat, listen to me, I'm not here to compete with you for the little white ...... I just want Xiaobai to be happy...... I hope you can be happy too......" he was anxious, hurried, and a little incoherent, "Wheat, I just want to compensate you...... I don't have any ill intentions...... This time, I have no other intentions, wheat, please trust me......"

She was in a bit of a trance and gently shook off his hand.

"Wheat...... I really have no ill will towards you, and I don't have any other intentions, you must believe me......"

She said lightly: "Mr. Yi, you don't need to be like this. Since I promised to let Xiaobai be with you tonight, I won't blame her!"

"Wheat, that's not what I meant......"

She didn't hear him say a word more, and strode away.

Yi chased a few steps to the west, but could only stay where he was in vain. It seemed that the night was very happy, but he was deeply uneasy in his heart—he didn't know why.

When Joe Wheat got home, it was almost 11 o'clock.

The child was tired, washed up, changed his slippers, and went to bed as if flying.

When she hugged Qiao Mai's neck and said goodnight, Qiao Mai saw the faint loss on her face—the kind of loss that arose from the prosperity of the Yi Mansion to the gap between her own two-bedroom home.

Although her bedroom is also warm and lovely, she has no shortage of ordinary children - but this cozy room, this cute pink cartoon bed sheet - there is still a difference between heaven and earth from her unique princess house in Yi Zhai.

Even the various rag dolls and toys placed in the chest of drawers opposite her...... She used to like it so much, but now she feels cold and doesn't want to look at it anymore.

However, Qiao Mai didn't want to say anything, and he couldn't keep his spirits up.

She held the child in her arms, just crooked beside her, too tired to get up.

The child hugged her: "Sister Mai, are you tired?"

After a long while, she said softly: "Xiaobai, why are you called Uncle Yi's father?"

The child's long eyelashes drooped, timidly, not knowing how to answer.

The trace of fear in Qiao Mai's heart was once again infinitely magnified.

"Little white...... Why do you call him that?"