Chapter 650: New Year's 11 for a family of three

She leaned against the wall, feeling powerless, small.

Xiaodong, actually, I have never hated you, but I will never love you again!

In this life, don't see each other again!!

Perhaps, we are all poor creatures who are not capable of controlling our own destiny.

It was a sunny day that had not been seen in a long time, and overnight, spring came, and the plum blossoms bloomed.

The car drove out of the suburbs, and along the way, Xiaobai chirped and guessed, guessing for a while to go to an amusement park, a resort for a while, and a lake for a while...... Yi Xiangxi just smiled and said nothing.

Until the car stopped, he ran down and opened the door, bending over: "Xiaobai, do you like it or not?"

Although he was talking to Xiaobai, his eyes were looking at Qiao Mai.

Qiao Mai looked away, got out of the car, and just looked into the distance, he couldn't help but be stunned.

A large flat lawn is not so green, but the eyes are all attracted by the sea of red flowers in front of it - along the slope, the rolling red flower trees, not yet full of leaves, are all flowers, all over the mountains, as far as the eye can see. On the opposite side is the weeping silk begonia, which is also earth-shattering, competing with each other, a large area of red, as if the whole sky is completely covered......

In the middle of such red flowers and trees, there is a chic house, the walls are full of fresh green climbing plants, evergreen shrubs, a few tall evergreen trees, and a string of wind chimes hung on the lighthouse at the door, and the pleasant sound spreads when the breeze blows.

Xiaobai rushed over, and then, stopped.

It was a chic wooden door.

The whole door is wrapped around the roses that bloom in all seasons, surrounded into a red arched flower door, green and hurried, verdant, and on the circular arch, a few antique big characters: Little Qiao's house.

The child held his breath, his big eyes flickering, and after a while, he slowly whispered, "Oh my God, is this the house where the hobbits live?"

Even Qiao Wheat was stunned.

In my life, it is the first time I have seen such a house, shaped like a fairy tale world, as if in my sleep, I accidentally strayed into a fairyland.

"Little Joe's House...... Little Joe's House...... Dad, why Little Joe's house?"

Yi Xiangxi held the child's little hand, but did not answer for a while.

Yes, why Little Joe's House?

Why not Yi Zhai, not something else, not even Xiaobai's house?

"Little Joe...... Joe...... Qiao Wheat, Qiao Xiaobai...... Dad, is that what Little Joe's house means?"

He held the child's hand more tightly, and the tip of his nose was slightly sour.

"Xiaobai, from now on, this is our home......"

It's us - it's our home!!

"Dad, are we going to live here in the future? Isn't it? Do we really live here? I love this place so much...... Dad, I love this place......" The child jumped up and down with excitement, and as soon as Yi Xiangxi let go of her hand, she ran in at once.

Only Qiao Wheat stood in place, looking at the strange big characters.

"Wheat, since the day I met you again, I wanted to have a new house...... "Since then, I have been thinking about it and spending a lot of effort to have a real home.

Is it because the previous Yi Mansion was not good? Is it because there are many shadows left there? A lot of unhappiness? A lot of painful past between the two? Or is it because of the past that makes you go crazy when you think about it?