During the few days in London, Ye Jiaqi followed Qiao Chengfan without hesitation.

That way, it was like fearing that he would get lost.

Qiao Chengfan likes Ye Jiaqi very much, and even if he is with Ye Jiaqi every day, he doesn’t feel tired of it.

They went shopping together, had dinner together, piled up blocks together, and did handicrafts together...

Ye Jiaqi also taught him to make bread with an oven. Qiao Chengfan was very smart and could learn it once.

That cleverness is indeed inherited from Qiao Sinian.

There are many fun places in the manor, so they stayed here for several days.

In her spare time, she sat with Qiao Chengfan on the large balcony basking in the sun.

Qiao Chengfan was lying on the carpet barefoot and playing with toys, while Ye Jiaqi sat on the rattan chair on the balcony knitting sweaters.

Time is peaceful and time is peaceful.

The sun shines in from the balcony, and everything on the balcony looks quiet and beautiful.

There is a long-lost feeling of home.

It matches everything in her dream.

Qiao Chengfan kept making trouble and liked to crawl around on the carpet.

"Qiqi, be with my master, he doesn't allow me to play like this." Qiao Chengfan complained aggrievedly.

When he felt wronged, she felt distressed.

"With Qi Qi, play whatever you want." Ye Jiaqi looked at him dotingly.

When Ye Jiaqi thought of the things that Qiao Chengfan had experienced in the past, he felt even more distressed.

Especially the time when Boya held him hostage, the little guy stood tremblingly on the Ferris wheel, and the sharp knife was pressed against his neck.

She didn't regret using herself to replace the little guy.

"Qiqi, I miss my dad, I want to see him..." The little guy said while playing with the train, and his little mouth sagged.

"He is very busy. When he finishes his work, he will come to see you."

"I'm afraid he really wants me."

"No, he loves you very much."

"Then when will he finish his work? When..."

When... Ye Jiaqi doesn't know.

Ye Jiaqi knitted a sweater, his eyes a little dazed.

If Chengfan is really her little bastard, her baby, and that person doesn't tell her that he must only want the child, not her...

It doesn't matter. If you don't want her, just don't want her. She doesn't expect to be with him. She really doesn't deserve to be his wife.

But, have you ever considered her feelings when you want to find a stepmother for her baby?

What was her feelings, he never thought about them, didn't he?

He was so fond of Chengfan, he would never give Chengfan to her... Even if he had children in the future, he would never give Chengfan to her.

The sun shone in from the balcony, and her long eyelashes were covered with crystal water, which was light and faint.

Ye Jiaqi lowered his head and stopped his hand knitting his sweater.

"Qiqi!" The little guy sat on the furry carpet, raised his innocent little face, and looked at her with bright eyes.

"Ah..." Ye Jiaqi came to his senses and turned his head.

The little guy smiled at her, revealing two rows of white teeth.

A smile can be infected.

Ye Jiaqi also smiled: "What are you doing when you shout Qiqi?"

"Nothing, I just want to call you."

"Would you like to call me 'mom'?"

"Okay, mom!" The little guy didn't care. In her eyes, Ye Jiaqi was like his mother, the mother he wanted every day and night!

With this sweet and greasy sound, Ye Jiaqi's heart melted.

She stared at the little guy's clean, pure face and smiled.

The heart and mouth are like a clear spring flowing, ding ding dong dong, soothing and smooth.
Chapter completed!