The rain flowed down the umbrella, and the autumn wind blew, bringing a burst of coolness and also blew Ye Jiaqi's hair.

She held her waist, touched her stomach, and waited for Xiao Fanfan.

The raindrops fell to the ground, splashing small drops of water, and time was peaceful.

"Qiqi! Qiqi! Qiqi!" The little guy looked nice and saw Ye Jiaqi from a distance. He rushed over, with an old man following behind him.

"Little Fanfan!" Ye Jiaqi shouted, "Slow down."

Qiao Chengfan didn't care so much about it. Seeing Ye Jiaqi was so excited, he walked out quickly with his short legs.

I stopped hitting the umbrella and ran very fast!

The little guy ran to Ye Jiaqi in a few seconds, hugged Ye Jiaqi, and cried with a "wow".

"Qiqi, baby misses you so much, miss you so much, even dreaming of you."

"Why are you crying? Boys can't cry." Ye Jiaqi wiped his eyes, "Qiqi is here, Xiaofanfan can't cry. Qiqi brings you a gift, if you don't cry, you will give it to you."

"Mi is crying." Qiao Chengfan tricked and wiped his eyes, "It's rain, it's rain, Xiao Fanfan won't cry."

Qiao Chengfan’s master is clear, this is Ye Jiaqi.

It is hard for her to come from the United States while she is pregnant.

Ye Jiaqi was pulled into the villa by Qiao Chengfan and took Ye Jiaqi to visit his small room.

The little guy jumped all the way and kept talking.

"Qiqi, look at whether the master's house is big, it takes me a long time to walk upstairs every day from the door to the upper floor!"

"Qiqi, this is my skateboard, I can skate."

"This is my piano. The teacher will come to teach me on weekends. I can already play a lot of nursery rhymes."

Ye Jiaqi listened to the little guy talking, and then he realized that the little guy had grown up.

"This is my bookshelf, I have read all the books here." Qiao Chengfan looked proud, "There are all my small planes here, including those bought by my father, those from Uncle Huo, those from Qiqi, those from his master... Well, so happy."

Ye Jiaqi was also very happy, listening to the little guy talking nonstop.

Qiao Chengfan spoke very much like Qiao Sinian, and very similar.

The little guy climbed onto the bed and pointed at his various achievements for Ye Jiaqi to see.

"I like Qiqi the most, followed by Master Xiaozi, Aunt Xiaozi, and Uncle Huo, too. I don't like Dad the most, and I don't like him at all." The little guy puffed up his cheeks.

Ye Jiaqi carried the little guy down: "But your father likes you, what should I do?"

“How much do you like it.”

"I like that very much, I will understand when you grow up."

"Really? If he likes me very much, I will force him to like him."

Ye Jiaqi smiled.

Father's love is like a mountain, and he will understand when he grows up.

When Qiao Sinian sent Qiao Chengfan over, she didn't understand.

But now, she understands.

The capital was full of blood and blood. Qiao Sinian didn't want to sweep the young little fan in, or even rolled her in. He pushed them out again and again, carrying the wind and rain himself.

That man was always delicate and gentle, just like the drizzle outside the window, moistening things silently.

It’s a pity that now he forgot his baby son, and he may never remember it for the rest of his life.

"Qiqi, when will Dad come to see me?" Xiao Hinayana pouted.

"When he has time, he's too busy lately."
Chapter completed!