Chapter 664

Ling Xiaohan and Ji Qianchen in black mourning clothes stand in front of the cemetery with Ling Yichen.

Su Wan knelt in front of the tombstone with white cloth on his head, burning paper money.

Su Wan, who has been crying for several days, has no tears to cry at the moment. She has grown old overnight, weak and sallow.

"Daddy, Mommy, is Grandpa gone? Did you go to that beautiful place? "

Ling Yichen grabs the hand of the couple and asks earnestly.

"Well." Ji Qianchen felt his son's head and replied.

"Then Mommy, what do you do if yechen thinks about Grandpa? Can you call Grandpa, too? "

"There's no phone on that phone, but if you have anything to say, just look at the sky and say it. Grandpa can hear it." Ji Qianchen didn't know how to explain what death was to the four-year-old. He could only answer the children's strange questions one by one in a euphemistic way.

"Well, I know."

After the funeral.

Ling Xiaohan is ready to return to China after handling the work and business in Paris.

Compared with Paris, he still likes Cloud City.

Su Wan said he wanted to stay with Ling Xiong in the palace castle, so he didn't follow Ling Xiaohan back home. He only asked them to fly back to Paris several times a year to visit her.

Take care of everything.

Ling Xiaohan and Ji Qianchen moved back to Yuncheng with their son Ling Yichen.

Standing in front of Lingjia villa which hasn't lived for three years, Ji Qianchen has a real feeling of going home when looking at the villa which is the same as when he left.

"Mommy, where is it?"

After getting off the car, Ling Yichen pointed to the luxurious villa and asked Ji Qianchen.

"This is our home. You lived here when you were a child."

"When was your childhood? It's also a childhood

Ling Yichen asked with a pair of round eyes.

Sometimes Ji can't answer his son's tricky questions.

"Before you were one year old, now you are four years old. What happened before you were four years old is what happened when you were a child."

"Oh."

Ling Yichen nodded as if he knew nothing.

Enter the gate.

The familiar housekeeper stood in two rows with the servants to welcome them back. "Welcome to the home, young master, young lady, young master."

"Steward, long time no see."

When Ji Qianchen saw the housekeeper, he felt very kind.

"Yes, young lady, the young master has paid me three years' salary, but I have nothing to do. It's too painful. I'm looking forward to your coming back at last. It's so nice that the family is bustling again."

The housekeeper said with tears in his eyes.

"Ha ha, isn't it better to do nothing?"

Ji Qianchen leads Ling Yichen into the living room.

Everything in the living room remained the same, every corner spotless, as if they had lived at home for three years, never leaving for a day.

Ling Xiaohan followed with long legs.

Two Dharma protectors, rob and Zhe, followed closely.

A close look around the villa.

Ling Xiaohan goes to the sofa and grabs Ji Qianchen from Ling Yichen. "Boy, I have something to say to your mother while playing."

"No, I want to play with mummy. Mummy, can you take me to the back garden?"

Ling Yichen holds Ji Qianchen's hand firmly.

"Well, there must be a lot of flowers in the backyard."

Ji Qianchen pulls away Ling Xiaohan's hand, but he is biased towards his son.

"What kind of flowers does a boy look at? Go out to learn from your uncle rob and protect your mommy in the future."

Ling Xiaohan directly takes Ling Yichen with one hand and throws him to rob. Then he goes to the sofa and carries Ji Qianchen upstairs.

"Hello, I just came back. Can I have a rest with my son? What do you want to do with me? " Ji Qianchen asked in his arms.

"Let the housekeeper change a new bed before coming back. Try it."

Ling Xiaohan takes her into the room and slams the door.

"Do you want to be so hungry - thirsty?"

Ji Qianchen was thrown into bed by him.

Ling Xiao began to untie her clothes.

"Hunger for his wife - thirst for justice."

Ling Xiao uncovers Ji Qianchen's coat with cold face.

For this kind of thing, Ji Qianchen is no longer that coquettish girl, and has been trained by Ling Xiaohan to be a charming Youwu.

Ji Qianchen's skin is white and transparent. After having a baby, his chest develops again.

So for Ling Xiaohan, she is a deadly poison.

If you are addicted, you can't quit.

Simply do not quit, want it.Knock knock knock -

there was a knock outside the door.

Ling Xiaohan bent over and kissed the clavicle of Qianchen.

Let the knock outside.

Percussion and percussion -

one falls and another rises.

This completely disturbed Ling Xiaohan's interest.

"Damn it, who's so bold?"

Ling Xiaohan climbs out of bed, goes to the door impatiently, and unscrews the door lock.

After the door was unscrewed, no one was seen at the door.

As soon as he closed, he was ready to return to Ji Qianchen.

Knock knock knock -

knock again.

Ling Xiaohan moved his toes and knew who was the one who did the wrong thing.

Holding back his anger, he went behind the door and remained still, letting the outside knock on.

When the knocking continues.

Ling Xiaohan immediately opened the door.

When he catches the bear boy, he has to beat him up.

After the door opened, Ling Xiaohan saw a mobile phone at the door of the room.

A cell phone playing a knock recording.

Ling Xiaohan squats down, takes the cell phone, and looks at it carefully.

It's a new cell phone.

This stinky boy, he is really a ghost.

Know how to disturb him by recording the knock on his cell phone,

Ling Xiaohan picked up his cell phone, deleted the recording, and then recorded a new paragraph on his cell phone, "Stinky boy, please be honest if you don't want to call."

After recording, press the loop to play, then drop the phone in place, drill back to the room and close the door.

Relying on the bedside Ji Qianchen laughs and teases Ling Xiaohan, "husband, is my son outstanding?"

"Well, the bear boy will be kneaded to death by me one day. Send him to kindergarten tomorrow. Don't let me see him at home."

Ling Xiaohan opens the quilt and lies back in bed.

"According to your son's IQ, do you want to go to kindergarten?"

"Read without reading."

Ling Xiaohan said, pushing Ji Qianchen down.

"I have a little sympathy for the children in the same kindergarten as him. They are hurting people."

Ji Qianchen hooks Ling Xiaohan's neck and lets him lean down to kiss him.

"It's better than harming us."

Ling Xiaohan finished, all the way down, began to do business.

The next morning.

Ji Qianchen sat down on the sofa with his sour waist, took out the brochures of several noble kindergartens and handed them to Ling Yichen. "Your father let you choose one, baby."