Mommy, Daddy calls you to have a second child

Jian Qing felt his struggle and couldn't help but follow his will and put him on the cushion.

The family was afraid that the children would bump into each other, so they put a thick cushion in the living room.

As soon as the little guy hit the ground, he hurriedly climbed to the side of the drawer with his hands and feet. He grabbed the handle of the drawer with his little hand, pulled it open, and took out the little Peppa Pig hidden inside.

He hugged Peppa Pig, turned his head and grinned at his mother, with crystal tears in his eyes.

Jian Qing was almost infatuated by her son's cute appearance, and her heart softened to the point of failure.

She walked over, hugged him to the middle of the cushion, pinched his nose with a smile: "Little crying bag, so you want toys."

Li Yaochuan's eyes moved, he got up and brought some toys to his son.

Yang Yang looked at the pile of toys at his feet, looked up at his father, grinned again, and crawled towards him: "Baba... Baba..."

Children's hatred always comes and goes quickly.

Li Yaochuan hooked the corners of his lips happily, lifted his son up, sat on his lap, and then took a children's drawing book, opened it, pointed at it casually, and taught him how to read and write.

His voice was low and steady, like gurgling water: "The sun."

Yang Yang raised his voice: "Yes!"

His pronunciation is similar to that of Japan, and his voice is milky and full of energy.

Li Yaochuan frowned, a little hard to understand his son's brain circuit.

Although the sun and sun have the same meaning.

But he clearly taught two words, how could it be shortened to one word in her mouth?
Jian Qing rubbed her forehead, she was afraid that her son said "uh" and just pronounced it wrong.

"You should teach him something simple and easy to pronounce, like eating and peeing...he will talk about eating and peeing by himself in the future."

Li Yaochuan raised his eyes and glanced at her, his face darkened, apparently dissatisfied with her teaching his son.

Jian Qing was stunned by him, and quickly changed her words, with a gentle tone: "Yangyang must have inherited your intelligence, so you can teach me."

Li Yaochuan's expression eased a little, and he taught his son again: "House."

Yang Yang slapped the book with his big palm, grabbed and pulled it, and the page was split into two halves: "Hehehe."

The corner of Li Yaochuan's mouth twitched, looking at his son who was smiling happily, thinking whether he should teach him a lesson.

Jian Qing laughed out of embarrassment, and in return someone gave her a cold squint.

In the end, in order to save his own face, Li Yaochuan insisted on carrying his son outside.

Jian Qing laughed, staring at the backs of the father and son, but feeling strangely satisfied in her heart.

Such a laughing and noisy atmosphere is exactly the same as her dream home.

Jian Qing was packing up the toys on the floor when the cell phone on the table rang suddenly.

She took a look and found that it was not hers, but Li Yaochuan's.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then picked it up and said directly: "Yao Chuan took the child outside, why don't you call him later?"

Su Lingfeng over there was stunned, and said in a cold voice: "No, it's the same if you tell him for me."

"what?"

Jian Qing glanced at the back of Li Yaochuan supporting her son outside, bit her lips and said, "Isn't it suitable? You should wait for him to come back and tell him."

She still doesn't think she is qualified to intervene in Li Yaochuan's affairs.

Too greedy, the gain outweighs the loss.

When she was about to hang up the phone, Su Lingfeng's voice rang: "It's about you, how could it be inappropriate?"

Jian Qing snapped her fingers: "What do you mean?"

"The person who kidnapped you at the banquet that day already has news."

Jian Qing widened her eyes in surprise.

How could she not understand what Su Lingfeng said?
He originally called Yaochuan, that is to say, Yaochuan was secretly helping her investigate this matter.

But...why did Yao Chuan never tell her these things?

Su Lingfeng didn't hear her answer, and seeing that she was still on the phone, he couldn't help but guess what she was thinking.

He smiled and said, "Miss Jian is still doubting Yao Chuan's thoughts about you, is she?"

Jian Qing didn't say anything, just acquiesced.

Su Lingfeng stood in front of the glass window, looked at the flashy city outside, flicked the cigarette ash on his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Actually, Yaochuan really cares about you."

Jian Qing muttered: "How do you know?"

There was a chuckle over there, not like sarcasm, but with a bit of inexplicable meaning: "I don't care about you, how could he let me find someone for you? Can Lin Dahai come out so easily? How could he secretly send someone to help you?" You got news from He Cheng? Why do you think He Cheng, who was fleeing for his life, suddenly became addicted to gambling? Doesn’t he know that he is easily exposed like this?”

Hearing this, Jian Qing was so shocked that she couldn't speak, the depths of her heart seemed to be wrapped in a pair of hot and humid tides, which continuously gave her warmth.

She opened her lips slightly, but found that she was too moved, as if a cork was blocked in her throat, she could only make a hoarse voice: "Thank you for telling me, and thank you for helping me investigate the person who killed me."

"polite."

Su Lingfeng smiled indifferently, and the white smoke between his fingers slowly floated in the air: "I apologize to Zheyu for the last dinner, he is ignorant, Miss Jian, don't take it to heart."

Jian Qing recalled the scene that day, Su Zheyu relentlessly defended Xiao Yuwan, accusing her of meddling, she clenched her fingers tightly, her eyes were a little heavy, and she forced her lips to bend: "I won't take it to heart."

After hanging up the phone, Jian Qing put the phone on the table, but her thoughts inevitably stopped on Xiao Yuwan.

She didn't know what kind of past there was between them, and she didn't know why Su Zheyu believed that Xiao Yuwan and Yaochuan were true love.

Obviously they have nothing to do with each other, and obviously she was the one in the marriage book, but Su Zheyu still classified her as the third party.

She wanted to ask why, but she didn't dare to ask.

What she was afraid to hear was how Yao Chuan fell in love with Xiao Yuwan, and how he had defended Xiao Yuwan like a jade for so many years.

She was afraid that if she asked such a question, she would really become the cannon fodder caught between them, the one who was destined to be wiped out.

But she didn't know it, and the panic in her heart grew.

It's as if a time bomb is tied to my body at any time, and it may be wiped out in the next second.

"Qingqing, what's wrong with you?"

Someone pulled her hand suddenly, Jian Qing suddenly came back to her senses, looked at the old lady with worried eyes, and forced a smile: "I'm fine, grandma."

The old lady stared at her for two seconds, obviously not believing her: "It's nothing, why are you in a daze? Grandma has called you several times, but you didn't seem to hear it."

Jian Qing bit her lip, feeling a little fighting in her heart.

Should she ask grandma about the past?

The old lady saw that she was hesitant to speak, and thought that she had quarreled with her grandson again, so she couldn't help worrying: "Qingqing, do you have something to say to grandma?"

Forget it, extending the head is also a knife, retracting the head is also a knife, it is better to die!