Chapter 331 (1/2)

Xiao xiashen can feel that mommy Xia Yunchu must love her father very much. She paints him during the day and at night. This is a beautiful desire for the reunion of three members of the family!

But now, his dream was shattered by the cruel reality.

My father Li yanye has a woman with other women, and it hurts her very much! How can Xiao xiashen feel better as his own son?

The little guy has been holding back his emotions and is eager to be comforted by others. Even if he says, 'your father hasn't seen you yet, if he sees you, he will like you much more than that girl'.

But Yan 12 is a big fool, straight hearted!

Perhaps in Yan's eyes, what he said is just the truth. But he forgot the endurance of a five-year-old child.

Seeing the little guy with tears in his eyes, Yan twelve realized that he might be too straightforward. He opened his hands and gently hugged the little guy into his arms.

”Cry if you want!” Originally, this sentence can be said here. However, the upright Yan 12 added the following sentence, which he thought was a consolation, ”in fact, you are just a five-year-old child. You are not ashamed to cry!”

Hearing his words, Xia Shen, who was originally snuggling in his arms, immediately stopped crying, but sobbed uncontrollably.

”I didn't cry! Did your eye see me cry? I'll never cry again!”

The little guy stretched out his hand and wiped the tears that had just rolled down his cheeks with the back of his small hand, trying to suppress his sadness, because he didn't want to lose face in front of Yan 12!

”Who cares about his father? I have an adoptive father!” The little guy gave a proud snort.

Seeing the little guy's bull temper, Yan twelve just shrugged helplessly.

Li yanye really wants to spoil Li Lingling to her bones!

Even at work, he will hold the little cute in his arms and let her arch around in his arms.

Maybe it's not just because of Li Lingling's relationship with him, but also because of the war that has always been hidden in the bottom of my heart and can't be touched.

Li yanye quietly stared at the little girl who was half kneeling on his thigh and gently scratched her white to almost transparent face with her thick finger abdomen.

If his child were still there, he would be five years old. He is still a lovely little boy. He must look like him.

Li yanye's nose was sour again. After five years, he still had no way to forget it. Instead, he remembered it more deeply.

”Papa, look at Lingling's painting?”

The little cute, fleshy hand holds a piece of drawing paper, on which the sun, flowers and house are painted.

”Good looking. Lingling's painting is the best.” Li yanye's voice is a little hoarse because it is depressed.

”Papa, why are you crying?”