After faking his death, he stopped pretending to be a substitute.

"Mr. Song, are you taking me back to the Rose Garden?"

On the way back from get off work, Qiu Liang asked habitually.

"Go to Huajin Garden." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly thought that Chu Yanyi had gone back to his hometown, so he changed his words: "Go back to the ancestral home."

When Song Yanxi returned to his ancestral home, he was happiest than the two chubby little ones at home.

The two little guys huddled together and muttered for a while. They didn't know what they were muttering. After they finished muttering, they suddenly jumped in front of Song Yanxi and reached out to touch Song Yanxi's trouser legs: "Dad, we learned drawing in kindergarten today. Come and accompany us." Let’s paint, shall we?”

The two children looked at him with round eyes, very cute.

In front of the children, Song Yanxi's stern face became extremely soft, smiled and nodded, and then accompanied them to the room to draw.

Dabao first picked up the pen and drew a fat little man on the paper, and then handed the pen to Erbao, who also drew a fat little man.

Song Yanxi looked at the two dissimilar little figures on the paper and asked with a smile: "Who did Dabao draw?"

Dabao replied without thinking: "It's Erbao."

Erbao's fair and tender face immediately wrinkled: "It's not me! I'm not that ugly!"

Dabao retorted: "It's you! It's you I drew! If you don't believe me, ask dad if this is you?"

Erbao's little mouth tightened, and he looked at Song Yanxi eagerly, as if he was about to cry: "Dad, this is not me!"

Song Yanxi looked at Dabao, then at Erbao, and changed the subject with helplessness: "Who did Erbao draw?"

Erbao answered in the same way: "What I drew is Dabao."

"Dabao painted Erbao, and Erbao painted Dabao. Can Dad also paint himself?"

The two little guys immediately clapped their hands and said "ok".

Song Yanxi used the method of drawing comics to draw himself between the two, with the big hand holding the small hand.

After finishing the painting, when he was about to put down the pen, he heard Dabao say: "There is still one more mother left. Dad, please draw the mother too, so that she can hold the hands of Dabao and the second child like father."

Song Yanxi's expression froze, and when his gaze met two pairs of bright, expectant eyes, he had no choice but to draw a long-haired woman on the paper.

Erbao's eyes were wide and round: "Wow, is this mom?"

Song Yanxi nodded.

Dabao's white and tender face was full of doubts: "Dad, other children in the kindergarten have mothers, why don't Erbao and I have mothers?"

"You have a mother. She loves you very much, but she has gone to a far away place and cannot be with you."

Erbao blinked curiously: "Dad, is mommy beautiful?"

"very beautiful."

Dabao: "Are you as beautiful as your aunt?"

"Well," Song Yanxi nodded: "Not only is she as beautiful as her aunt, she also looks very similar to her."

Erbao asked innocently: "Then can we treat our aunt as our mother?"

Song Yanxi paused: "Yes, but you can only treat her as your mother in your heart, and you can't call her mother in front of outsiders."

After staying in the room with the two little ones for a while, when it was time to take a bath, the nanny came over and took them to take a bath. When Song Yanxi went downstairs, he found that there was an unexpected addition to the house.

The beautiful young woman was sitting on the sofa in the living room, talking and laughing with Mrs. Song.

The woman has fair skin and is beautiful, with delicate facial features and carefully drawn eyebrows. She wears a tight dress that highlights her figure, showing off her perfect figure.

Seeing Song Yanxi coming downstairs, she looked at him with a smile: "Yanxi, long time no see."

Song Yanxi's deep eyes revealed a hint of doubt: "Who are you?"

Mother Song smiled and said: "Yanxi, she is your uncle Zhang's daughter Zhang Hui. You used to play together when you were children. Don't you remember her?"

Song Yanxi raised his eyelids, and his voice was a little low and dull: "You also said it happened when you were a child. How many years have passed, who can still remember it so clearly."

Seeing Zhang Hui's embarrassed expression, Song's mother hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Yanxi has been this way since he was a child. Huihui, don't mind."

Zhang Hui smiled: "I know Yanxi and I won't mind."

Song's mother was very fond of Zhang Hui, who was knowledgeable and courteous. During dinner in the evening, she frequently talked about how outstanding she was, but Song Yanxi listened but ignored her.

Zhang Hui took the initiative to find topics to chat with Song Yanxi several times, but the other party always looked cold, which shocked her, who had always been proud of herself.

After dinner, Song Yanxi's mother asked Song Yanxi to take Zhang Hui home, but Song Yanxi refused.

After Zhang Hui left, Mother Song said: "The Song family and the Zhang family have always had a good relationship, and Huihui was your childhood playmate. Whether it was based on the friendship between the two families or the friendship between the two of you when you were young, you should not treat her badly." So cold."

Song Yanxi: "You know that I have no plans to get married for the time being, so why would you call the daughters or sons of your friends and besties to your home?"

"I didn't call Huihui. She just returned to China today and came to see me specially. I didn't expect that you just went home today and ran into her. Since you told me that you would never marry a girl, I will never marry a girl again." I haven’t introduced any girls to you either.”

After a moment of pause, Song Yuyu said earnestly: "Yanxi, I know Bai Lian is your savior. The Song family has always been very grateful to him. He has helped the Bai family in business over the years. It's not that I have any objections to Bai Lian, but I sincerely I think Bai Lian is not suitable for you."

Song Yanxi listened quietly. After a while, he raised his eyes and asked, "Why do you think Bai Lian is not suitable for me?"

"Do you know how Bai Lian's mother forced Bai Zhongxu's original wife to take the position? She intervened in Bai Zhongxu's family and gave birth to Bai Lian, who was half a year older than the original wife's son. She brought Bai Lian to the house several times to make trouble, and drove the original wife into depression. , causing the other party to have a miscarriage, and finally had to divorce Bai Zhongxu and move away from home."

"It is indeed immoral for his mother to destroy other people's families. But it was his mother who did these things, and Xiao Lian is Xiao Lian. The things his mother did cannot be blamed on him."

Song Yanxi seemed to have a cold temperament, but in his heart he cherished love and kindness. He always kept Bai Lian's life-saving grace firmly in his heart.

Over the years, no matter what the Bai family wanted, as long as it didn't involve the bottom line, he would try his best to satisfy it.

Mother Song let out a long sigh, and her expression suddenly became serious: "It is Bai Lian who has saved your life, not the Bai family. Bai Zhongxu has used Bai Lian's life-saving grace to you, and he has been slapping Song Song a lot these years. Acting in the name of family, I believe you should know this."

"Even if you like Bai Lian, as the person in charge of the Song Group, I hope you can maintain your sense, lest the Song family be implicated by the Bai family one day."

"I see."

Song Yanxi left the Song family's ancestral home, and on the way back, Bai Lian called.

Seeing the familiar numbers on the screen, Song Yanxi hesitated and moved his finger to the answer button.

"Good afternoon, Yanxi."

Song Yanxi said calmly: "It's night in China now."

"Sorry, I forgot that there is a seven or eight hour time difference between China and Country Y."

Song Yanxi asked in surprise: "Are you in country Y?"

"Yes."

"What are you going to do in country Y?"

"You forgot that country Y is the last stop of my concert tour. I told you last time I called you. Alas, you are busy with work, so it's normal that you don't take this little thing of mine to heart."

There was a hint of obvious grievance and sadness in the warm voice.

"Sorry," Song Yanxi said after a long silence, "anything you do is no small matter to me."

"Yanxi, you don't have to say sorry, I don't mean to blame you."

"Is the concert over?"

"just ended."

"Has the specific time for returning to China been determined?"

"It's confirmed, next Friday. Yanxi, will you come to pick me up?"

"As much as possible."