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

After discussion, Fang Qingqing and Yun Yan reached an agreement to build a tomb for the original Fang Qingqing.

Regardless of whether the original Fang Qingqing is dead, or she has gone somewhere else like Fang Qingqing at this time, there is always a place to commemorate her.

Before dawn, Yun Yan received a report on his mobile phone.

It was the DNA comparison result between Fang Qingqing and Xiao Yunsheng - they were really related by blood.

After shaking Fang Qingqing, who was sleeping soundly in her arms like a koala, Yun Yan handed her the report:

"You are right, Qingqing, you are really Yun Sheng's aunt."

Fang Qingqing rubbed her eyes in anger, and when she heard Yun Yan's words, all the sleepyheads ran away.

"real!"

She grabbed the phone and was pleasantly surprised after reading it.

"It's really great Yun Yan, they still have each other's relatives in this world!"

What she said was clever, not only for Yun Sheng, but also for Fang Qingqing herself.

"Ah."

Yun Yan looked at the smiling person in his arms, and felt extremely warm in his heart.

"I'm not going to sleep anymore. Let's go and meet my nephew."

Fang Qingqing lifted off the quilt, put on her pajamas, and pulled Yun Yan to the little guy's room.

"Sir, madam, morning..."

Butler Liu, who was busy outside, saw his wife and husband coming out in a hurry. Before the greeting was finished, he made an appointment with him and ran away.

"Are you happy today?"

Butler Liu looked at the two people's clasped hands, scratched the back of his head, and walked away in confusion.

Yun Sheng was actually awake.

He went to bed very early last night, and when he woke up today, he felt weak all over. He opened his beautiful big eyes and looked sideways at the painting on the table.

Last night, Feng's mother was crying while helping the young master frame the painting.

This child is really suffering. He lost his mother at a young age, and now he is like this because he is afraid of losing his wife. It is really pitiful.

Looking at the painting now, Yun Sheng's eyes were a little moist.

The door was pushed open, and Fang Qingqing and Yun Yan walked in together.

Xiao Yunsheng didn't want them to feel sad when they saw her, so she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

The next second, a pair of warm hands touched his forehead, followed by a gentle touch, and Fang Qingqing's gentle call sounded in his ears:

"Shengsheng, Shengsheng, little Shengsheng, get up."

During this period of time together, Fang Qingqing had long regarded this little guy as very important. Now that she learned that he was her nephew and had almost the same blood in his body, she had mixed feelings.

Looking at him, I feel more friendly.

Yun Sheng sighed secretly, he couldn't pretend to be such a gentle stepmother anymore.

Slowly opening his eyes, he realized that not only the stepmother was gentle, but also his father was looking at him equally tenderly.

"Good morning, daddy, good morning, little stepmother."

Fang Qingqing turned to look at Yun Yan with a smile, as if remembering something, and asked: "Yes, from now on, should he call me aunt, stepmother, or mother?"

Yun Yan knelt down, put one hand on Fang Qingqing's hand, and said with a smile, "Ask him."

Yun Sheng was confused. He pinched his cheeks to make sure that he was awake and not dreaming.

"What aunt, what little stepmother?"

When a child wakes up in the morning, the sound of milk makes people’s hearts melt.

Fang Qingqing leaned over, looked at him seriously and said, "Shengsheng, I'm going to tell you some good news now. Do you want to sit up and listen, or lie down and listen?"

Yun Sheng wrinkled her nose, "Stepmother, I should be a patient so far. Is it really appropriate for you to show off to a patient?"

He looked up at the ceiling and said in a low voice, "I'd better lie down."

What kind of good news could the little stepmother have? It was just telling him that he had opened the accounts that posted her black and white photos. This was considered happy, but it wouldn't make him sit up just to stay in bed, just to hear this sentence.

Fang Qingqing smiled and rolled her eyes, "Okay, I said it."

Yun Sheng was in a gloomy mood and yawned.

"Go ahead."

"Shengsheng, I am your aunt, dear."

Fang Qingqing said with a smile.

Yun Sheng turned around, met her serious eyes, and asked, "Auntie, kiss me?"

"Well, I have done a DNA comparison for you. Shengsheng, you are related by blood."

Yun Yan added on the side.

It took less than thirty seconds for the brain to go from shutdown to startup, and it only took Yun Sheng three seconds to digest the news.

When he realized what he was doing, he stood up abruptly.

The speed was so fast that neither Fang Qingqing nor Yun Yan expected it, and then his head collided with Fang Qingqing's head.

"boom!"

"what!"

"what!"

Too excited and too violent, Xiao Yunsheng was knocked back to the bed.

He covered his sore forehead, his eyes were red, and he leaned on the bed and asked in disbelief: "Are you really my biological aunt? In other words, you are my biological mother's biological sister?"

Fang Qingqing also covered her forehead, gasping in pain, but reluctantly replied: "That's what I mean."

Yun Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He stroked Fang Qingqing's forehead with his left hand and pressed Yun Sheng's head with his right hand. He scolded him with a doting tone: "Your mother asked you if you wanted to sit up and listen."

Yun Sheng was excited and in pain, holding Yun Yan's wrist and acting coquettishly: "I never thought that there would be such explosive news."

Fang Qingqing and Yun Yan looked at each other, it was their fault, right?

Xiao Yunsheng was so excited that she stared at Fang Qingqing's face for a long time, "No wonder I think you look so warm. I didn't expect this to be the reason."

Fang Qingqing nodded in agreement.

"So, blood relationship is very strange. Besides, your mother and I are twins, so we are very similar."

Xiao Yunsheng opened her mouth in surprise again: Is my mother my aunt?

After a moment of silence, he looked at Fang Qingqing and asked, "Then should I call you aunt, stepmother, or mother from now on?"

Fang Qingqing:......

Isn't this the question she asked him just now?