Then the eyes fell on the TV screen.

Inadvertently, his thin lips sparked a smile.

As soon as he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of the faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Follow his line of sight and watch Ke Zhengfeng on TV.

Did he have an encounter with him?

"What are you laughing at?" She asked with a blank face.

He turned his head, narrow eyes slightly curved, mouth with a beautiful radian, holding her in his arms, "nothing, tomorrow, let's go to see the mother-in-law."

Curiosity was successfully transferred by him.

It seemed that he wanted to go with himself.

A news broadcast, when warm took an apple, a turn to see the brother and sister-in-law nestling together, biting Apple action can not help but stop.

Tomorrow is new year's Eve. I don't know how Xiang Yi will spend his time at home?

She fell into infinite reverie



New year's Eve.

In the morning, when Yu Ting and left only went to the cemetery, even ink and love are carried to.

Although the child is very small, Zuo Yiyi doesn't believe in superstition. She just wants to hold two lovely babies for her mother to see.

It's in winter. It's a little cold.

Get out of the car, when Yu Ting take the initiative to embrace love.

"Love, were you really my little lover in your last life?" A few months later, Shi Yuting from the beginning of Zhanghuang no measures, to now also slowly proficient in the baby's action.

Looking at his daughter in his arms, his handsome face faded out of the cold layer in the outside world, replaced by the father's love for his daughter.

Looking at his expression, left only one also unconscious raised smile.

At the beginning, he was still subtle. He liked his son more. But after two babies were born, she found that the most he held was love.

Out of curiosity, she couldn't help but ask, "why do you seem to love so much?"

Although occasionally also hold ink, but the frequency is obviously less than love.

"Of course, she was the little lover of my last life." When Yu Ting a pair of natural appearance.

"Don't you like your son?"

"Yes, but," he turned and looked at her. "There's a difference between a daughter and a son."

"My daughter, I can give her the best, and even live in the family all my life, but my son is different. What he wants to do is what I do now, not live under the wings of my parents."

Listening to his words, Zuo Yiyi can't help being stunned.

He means that his daughter can give her the supreme favor, but the son has to let him go to practice step by step? Although he will spoil and love, but there is his way.

"Let's go." He chuckled and hugged his daughter and went to the cemetery with her.

Holding the children, worried that the children would be cold, Zuo Weiyi did not forget to pinch their hands and found it was warm, so he was not so worried.

They just arrived at the cemetery, and Zuo Yi also came.

Originally, I was going to talk to my grandfather, but when I thought of the cold weather and my grandfather was old again, Zuo Yiyi could not bear to tell him about his visit to his mother.

I didn't expect him to come.

For mother and grandmother, my grandfather must have too much debt in mind.

Put a bunch of white chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone, left Yi's mood is very heavy.

He knew that no matter how much he owed, he couldn't make up for it. Now his only responsibility is to make his granddaughter happy all the time. It will be his last responsibility in this world.

It was ten o'clock in the morning when I came out of the cemetery.

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