The little stepmother is poor and crazy, the Buddhist disciples in Beijing kneel down and pamper Fan

"father!"

Yun Sheng turned around and saw Yun Yan standing at the door.

He ran over on tiptoe and grabbed Yun Yan's hand, with a cute little face.

"Dad, my little stepmother doesn't even know how to play darts. Come and teach her."

The touch was soft in his hands, the voice and face were familiar, this was his little Yunsheng, but why did everything in front of him feel so strange to him.

"dad?"

Seeing that Yun Yan only looked at him without speaking, Xiao Yunsheng shook his hand to confirm again.

"it is good."

The eyes of the little breasts were full of expectation, and the soft and cute voice was pleading, which made Yun Yan unable to refuse.

Not far away, Fang Qingqing held a dart in her hand and looked at him sheepishly.

It's still the same face, with long hair and no makeup, but the look in his eyes is completely different from that of Fang Qingqing, whom Yun Yan is obsessed with.

Feeling indescribable, Yun Yan stepped forward, took the darts from her hand, and began to explain the essentials of throwing darts.

Fang Qingqing looked very embarrassed. After failing to throw darts again and again, she looked more and more embarrassed.

"Sorry, I don't seem to be very good at this."

After half an hour of training, little results were achieved.

"If you don't know it, don't force it."

Yun Yan didn't want to embarrass her too much, and the stored memories gradually became clear during the exchange just now.

This is what Fang Qingqing looked like when he first met her.

"Hehe, dad, you were so handsome when you were teaching your little stepmother to play darts!"

Yun Sheng covered her mouth and ran over to hug Yun Yan's neck.

Yun Yan rubbed his head lovingly, feeling bitter in his heart.

"I'll go down and see if dinner is ready."

Seeing the closeness between father and son, Fang Qingqing found an excuse to leave temporarily and leave space for them.

After Fang Qingqing left, Yun Yan rubbed Yun Sheng's head and asked:

"Do you like the mother you chose?"

Xiao Yunsheng tilted her head and thought for a while, "Although the stepmother is sometimes clumsy, I think she is quite cute, and she will protect me when I am in danger, which I think is pretty good."

Yun Yan looked at his shining eyes like stars and said nothing.

"Dad, we have to give the little stepmother some time. She is still young and will grow up slowly."

Yun Sheng held Yun Yan's face with his two small hands and said seriously.

"Ah."

This child has a consistent attitude towards his stepmother from beginning to end.

Everything seems to be back to the time when Fang Qingqing was just welcomed home, familiar yet strange.

Yun Yan couldn't clear the memory of the other Fang Qingqing from his mind.

But he had no way to confirm whether it was a dream or whether everything was a dream.

It was also because of another Fang Qingqing that some of his behavior styles had changed dramatically.

Just as he promised Fang Qingqing now, he seriously arranged for people to deal with Zhou Zechuan's scandal.

And Fang Qingqing, as she promised, said her final farewell to Zhou Zechuan, drew a clear line, and would spend more time with Yun Sheng and take care of him.

Yun Sheng gradually became more and more dependent on her.

Everything seems to have returned to its original point. Everything that was thrilling before, a soul that is uncontrolled and free like the wind, seems to have never been there.

The joy and laughter in the Yun Family Villa are increasing day by day.

Only Yun Yan stood alone in the late night wind, missing his brief love that he didn't know was a dream.

"Mr. Yun, tonight's food is a bit spicy. I'll warm the milk for you."

Fang Qingqing was dressed in off-white home clothes, her hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, she was white and bare-faced, and she came over with a glass of milk in a gentle manner.

"Thank you."

When Yun Yan stood up and took the cup, he couldn't help but think of Fang Qingqing's diarrhea in the middle of the night when he wanted to eat Sichuan food, and couldn't help laughing.

"Mr. Yun, what are you laughing at?"

Fang Qingqing in front of her asked cautiously, curiously, but politely distant.

"nothing."

Yun Yan still smiled slightly and replied politely, "Are you getting used to the time you have been at home?"

A look of surprise flashed across Fang Qingqing's beautiful face. This was the first time that Yun Yan cared about her in such a long time.

"It's okay."

She rubbed her hands nervously, "Thank you for helping me about what happened last time. I have actually understood that Zhou Zechuan has no feelings for me. The reason why I asked you for help is to give myself the youth of the past so many years." , draw a successful conclusion.”

Fang Qingqing said very sincerely, "I'm afraid to see that what I have persisted in for many years has finally become dilapidated, so..."

She tried her best to explain.

"I understand."

Yun Yan saw her face getting redder and redr as she talked, and her ears seemed to be roasted.

He could probably understand what Fang Qingqing was thinking at this moment.

When you are young, who will not do wrong things, especially when you insist on doing something and loving someone for many years, you suddenly find that you have made a mistake.

At this time, most people will fall into self-doubt, internal conflict, deny or even hate themselves, and attribute all the reasons for seeing wrong people and doing wrong things to themselves.

If this continues, it is easy to develop an extreme mentality.

On the contrary, the way Fang Qingqing is dealing with it now is a kind of self-salvation——

I tidy up the things I did wrong and the people I misjudged, and return him/it to the track they deserve. And I also want to sort out the shape, start over, and find a new life that belongs to me.

Fang Qingqing originally thought that her behavior would make Yun Yan angry and maybe even question her as a person.

Unexpectedly, he actually said that he understood.

She looked at him with surprise and gratitude, a slight smile on her lips, an introverted and quiet smile, "Thank you, Mr. Yun."

This unfamiliar title made Yun Yan, who was staring blankly at this face, suddenly wake up.

"Don't take it too seriously, just call me Yun Yan from now on."

After picking up the milk and drinking it, Yun Yan went upstairs.

"go to bed early."

"Okay, you should go to bed early, Yun Xian... Yun Yan."

Fang Qingqing's somewhat embarrassed change of address came from behind, and Yun Yan just said "hmm" in a low voice.

When passing by the room where Fang Qingqing currently lives, Yun Yan couldn't help but pause.

The door was open and he glanced at the wall beside the bed.

So clean.

Fang Qingqing used to like to play with her mobile phone late at night while covered with quilt. In order not to hurt her eyes, he installed a sound-controlled night light for her.

Now the walls are empty...

After all, where did those experiences come from?

How could he have a dream that was so real and lasted for so long?

With her worries hidden in her heart, Yun Yan returned to the room in a depressed mood.

With their company over the past few days, the relationship between Fang Qingqing and Yun Sheng has become better and better.

As Genting Group's work became increasingly busy, Yun Yan could safely leave Yun Sheng to Fang Qingqing's care.

Until he received a work report from an electronic technology company, his dream and reality formed a closed loop.

"Precision chips are on the market?"

When he saw the report, he stood up from his seat excitedly.

"Yes, yes!"

Lin Shen, standing opposite the desk, looked at his boss with a puzzled look.

"We have been advancing this plan half a year ago, Mr. Yun, have you forgotten?"

Lin Shen touched his head in confusion, shouldn't it——

He, a senior secretary, has a computer in his head, and sometimes the things stored in his head are not as much as what the boss has in his head.

How could Mr. Yun forget such an important thing?