Qiao Sinian's eyes paused slightly, her long eyelashes moved, and there was still no end to see the depth and secludedness in her eyes.

He responded without any expression.

Meng Chen knew that for so long, neither Qiao Ye nor Qiao Chengfan had a phone call.

Mr. Qiao has raised a little guy for three years and has never been separated from him for a day.

Only Mr. Qiao himself knows the taste best after such a long time.

Only Meng Chen knew how much Mr. Qiao cared about this son.

Qiao Chengfan was like a little angel, who appeared by chance in Qiao Sinian's life, illuminating Qiao Sinian's whole heart.

Before Qiao Chengfan arrived, maybe Qiao Sinian never thought of becoming a father, nor did he think of having a child in the past.

Meng Chen didn't say much, he sent a text message to Xiao Zi.

Qiao Sinian closed her eyes and looked calm.

Not long after, Josnian's cell phone rang, and the number came from London.

His eyelashes moved and he opened his eyes, and his eyes were dialysis of a flashing luster.

"Master Qiao, I'll go and get the medicine for you." Meng Chen took the initiative to leave and closed the door of the ward.

Qiao Sinian raised his hand, and his burning eyes fell on the screen of his phone, but he did not move away for a long time.

So much so that Qiao Sinian didn't receive the first call.

The second time, Qiao Sinian only followed: "Hey."

"..." The other end was silent.

Then Xiao Zi lowered her voice: "Chengfan, talk to her father."

The light in Qiao Sinian's eyes was burning little by little, from the initial spark to the prairie fire behind, his pupils were slightly brighter and his eyes were burning.

Qiao Chengfan awkwardly avoided his phone: "I don't want to talk..."

Qiao Chengfan didn't speak loudly, but Qiao Sinian still heard it.

In an instant, my heart was poured down like cold rain, and all the light and flames were shattered in a few seconds.

Little by little, my heart becomes deserted and boundless.

Qiao Sinian closed his eyes slightly, and his face became more tired.

The hope that was ignited has disappeared.

On the other end, Xiao Zi attached herself to Qiao Chengfan's ear and said a few more words.

At this time, Qiao Chengfan grabbed the phone: "Let's rest more and you'll be in good health."

It's still the same as usual, but the child will not hide his emotions, and there is obviously a little unhappy in his voice.

But how familiar this voice was to Qiao Sinian.

Qiao Sinian smiled: "Did you have a good meal?"

"Um."

“Are you picky about food?”

"No."

"Are you obedient?"

"Um."

There was a raised curve on the corners of Qiao Sinian's lips, which was particularly clear in the sun.

"Be good." Qiao Sinian praised him.

"I won't say it anymore." Qiao Chengfan returned the phone to Xiao Zi and ran away.

Qiao Sinian held the phone and paused, but she didn't come back to her senses for a long time, and her eyes were covered with a broken luster.

What penetrates the limbs and bones is indescribable complexity and desolation.

On the other end, there was no more Qiao Chengfan's voice.

Xiao Zi took the phone awkwardly: "Mr. Qiao, the little guy is just a little busy. I'll ask him to call you later."

"No."

"Then... Mr. Qiao, you have a good rest and take care of yourself."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Sinian couldn't hide the traces on her face.

The little guy's voice was shaking in front of him. The little guy loved to wear the sweater that Ye Jiaqi knitted for him the most.

"Dad, are the baby's clothes beautiful? Qiqi woven! You don't have them."

"Dad, the baby can't write homework...Woooo, you teach me."
Chapter completed!