As soon as Huo Jingyi left, Qiao Chengfan took over Ye Jiaqi unscrupulously.

Old Qiao must not know that he occupied Ye Jiaqi, hum.

Qiqi is his, Lao Qiao can't grab it.

His little hand wrapped around Ye Jiaqi's neck and refused to let go.

"Qiqi, I miss you so much, why did you ignore your baby... It was during that time... and you went abroad later..."

Qiao Chengfan talked to Ye Jiaqi in a nagging manner.

"I'm afraid I'm going to affect your studies. It happened that Qiqi was busy with work and was very busy during that time. I'm sorry, Xiao Fanfan."

"It's okay, Qiqi, I like you, everything you do is right. Um..." Qiao Chengfan giggled.

His little face was against Ye Jiaqi's neck.

Ye Jiaqi was itchy when he exhaled.

Ye Jiaqi also smiled and hugged him tighter.

There was an indelible scar in her eyes from beginning to end, like shattering ice.

"It's getting late, can Xiao Fanfan sleep well?" Ye Jiaqi coaxed.

"Okay." The little guy nodded, "Since someone hugged me and fell asleep. At home, my dad didn't hug me."

"Boys should be independent."

"My dad is still very fierce."

"He is for your own good."

"Qiqi, don't you talk to me, wuwu..." Qiao Chengfan rubbed his eyes, "Why don't you say bad things about Lao Qiao with me?"

Ye Jiaqi's heart skipped a beat.

She gently patted the little guy on the back: "Good night, good night."

"Um."

Qiao Chengfan closed his eyes.

I miss Lao Qiao a little.

What is Lao Qiao doing? I haven't called him for several days.

He had a lot of things to say to Lao Qiao.

Although Lao Qiao is very domineering, Lao Qiao is very good and very good.

Um...

Qiao Chengfan smashed his tongue and fell asleep.

His little hands grabbed Ye Jiaqi like an octopus, and Ye Jiaqi's heart was suddenly warmed.

The little guy is still so young, how can he understand what separation is in life and death?

Ye Jiaqi closed his eyes, and sourness spread between his limbs and bones, and every cell seemed to stop beating.

It's late at night and the north wind is howling.

The windows were squeaking.

The moonlight is hazy and the phantom sways.

"Qiqi, why don't you cover the quilt when you sleep? Huh?"

Suddenly, Ye Jiaqi was shocked and his eyelids trembled.

The lights were on, but there was nothing in front of me.

There is nothing.

The familiar voice was as clear as it was coming from heaven, but so far away.

With familiar lowness, restraint and mellowness.

Her arms were exposed, and it was already very cold.

She pulled the quilt and covered it.

She has to take care of herself and Xiao Fanfan.

...

The next day, Ye Jiaqi was awakened by the fragrance of white porridge.

She opened her eyes and Qiao Chengfan was no longer in her arms.

"Little Fanfan, Xiao Fanfan..." she shouted.

"Qiqi, I'm here."

Qiao Chengfan had already put on his clothes, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and sat obediently on the sofa.

Huo Jingyi sat beside him and read comic books with him.

Ye Jiaqi smiled: "I've gotten up, I'm the lazyst."

"Is it better?" Huo Jingyi asked.

Ye Jiaqi touched his forehead: "It's okay, the fever has subsided, which makes you worried."

"Get up and eat porridge. There are several kinds of porridge here, which I got up early in the morning to cook. After eating Hinayana, I said it tastes very good."

"good."

Ye Jiaqi jumped out of bed.

She saw Qiao Chengfan reading comic books with Huo Jingyi, which was very quiet and harmonious.

"Haichi Fan, did the little fox that uncle gave you last time grew up?"
Chapter completed!