Qiao Chengfan still doesn't give up.

Has Qiqi not contacted him or Lao Qiao for more than a year?

Is this really the case?

"Xiao Fanfan, you will know when you grow up. People are not easy to compare, at least, they cannot be compared in just a few words." Ye Jiaqi told him patiently, although she knew he couldn't understand.

Just like Cheng Yuzhi and Qiao Sinian, how do you compare?

They have two kinds of people with different personalities, even very different.

Everyone has their own good.

Qiao Chengfan really didn't understand. He tilted his head and grabbed Ye Jiaqi's clothes.

"Will Qiqi marry Uncle Cheng?"

"Maybe."

Among the people she met, the only one who is most suitable for marriage is Cheng Yuzhi.

Even Qiao Sinian, who has always been picky, said that Cheng Yuzhi can marry, right?

He asked her to marry Cheng Yuzhi, which was obviously to hide the matter of Chengfan for her whole life.

He didn't want to tell her who Chengfan's mother was.

He always has his reasons and ideas, and all she has to do is not ask, don't guess, don't think.

Then she won't ask, guess, or think.

"How can it be, how can it be?" Qiao Chengfan wiped his eyes sadly, as if he was about to cry.

"Xiao Fanfan, Qiqi is not good at promising you, but whenever he has time, Qiqi will come to London to see you, okay?" Ye Jiaqi prepared his clothes again.

Qiao Chengfan stopped speaking, and his little face was filled with grievances.

It is false to say that it is not sad.

After Qiqi gets married, he will have his own baby, so where will he ask him?

Her baby would be with her every day, eat, sleep, and play with her...and he could only see her for a long time.

Qiao Chengfan was a little jealous.

After a long time, Qiao Chengfan didn't speak.

Ye Jiaqi led him downstairs, and he was not happy either.

The dining table was filled with breakfast, and Ye Jiaqi peeled an egg to the little guy: "Come on, have breakfast."

The little guy sat in a chair without saying a word, holding a milk cup.

Feeling uncomfortable, so uncomfortable!

When Ye Jiaqi saw her like this, his heart felt like he was stabbed by a needle, causing a faint pain.

There was a shallow cloud of sorrow between her eyebrows, frowning, and indescribable emotions in her eyes, complex and complex.

She looked at Qiao Chengfan's face silently, and was afraid to touch the truth.

If he never touched, he would always be the child that Qiao Sinian gave birth to another woman, and his mother was ominous.

Ye Jiaqi's heart was trembling, and his hands holding the cup were shaking a little.

She lowered her head and took a sip of hot milk, trying to suppress the trembling chill in her heart.

But can she do it without touching the truth?

Five years ago, she still remembers the feeling of the little guy kicking around in her belly.

Can she do it?

She couldn't even pass this level of herself.

Qiao Chengfan was eating breakfast depressedly, and he was also thinking about many things in his little head.

Qiqi has an uncle he likes, Qiqi is going to get married, Qiqi will have his own baby, Qiqi doesn’t want him anymore, let alone Lao Qiao…

Qiao Chengfan's long eyelashes were covered with a shallow layer of water mist.

Suddenly, his big eyes lit up and he shouted crisply: "Mom, I want that! Bread! Bread!"

Ye Jiaqi, who lowered his head and drank milk, felt like an electric current was attacked by an instant. It was one thing to make him shout, but another thing to shout on his own initiative.

The hand holding the cup slipped and almost broke the cup!

My heart couldn't help but tremble, trembling violently.

Ye Jiaqi slowly raised his head.
Chapter completed!