Chapter 607

Jiang Xu's heart became soft because of this sentence. She promised in a low voice: "well... I promise."

Yin Fei thought that she was still crying at such an old age, which was very humiliating, or she wiped her tears in the crowded airport and said: "little milk sound? Let me see him

Xiaonaiyin is Jiang Songyin's nickname. He is very resistant. Jiang Xu and Gu Zheng don't call him that. Yin Fei thinks the name is cute and insists on calling him.

"I fell asleep on the plane," Jiang said

Gu Zheng took the child over and showed it to Yin Fei and Wen Xixin. Yin Fei's eyes lit up: "lying trough! It's my son! It's so damn good-looking! "

Smell Asarum: "looks like you."

Jiang Xu said: "he is very cute, but he is very annoying. He has brought you a gift. When he wakes up, let him give it to you by himself."

Then you won't think he's cute.

When Yin Fei heard that there was a gift, she was elated: "this is honey! I even brought a gift to my godmother... Wuwuwuwu, I'm so moved! "

Jiang Xu: "no, you won't feel moved after you know what your baby son brought you.

Even want to hit people.

Jiang Xiu takes Jiang Songyin to stay in a hotel. Jiang Songyin wakes up on the way. He sweetly asks the two godmothers how to do it, and coaxes them so much that they can't find it. When he gets to the hotel, Jiang Songyin gives the gifts he brings to the two godmothers.

The smile on Yin Fei's face solidified.

She gazed at the milligram scale and gritted her teeth: "boy, do you think I'm fat?"

Jiang Songyin objective evaluation: "OK, but lose weight will be better."

Yin Fei: "yes."

Smell Asarum over there and say, "look at my gift. Maybe it will be more balanced."

Yin Fei turned his head in despair and saw the color numbers of the two lipsticks. Suddenly, the roof of his smile was about to be pulled down, "ha ha ha ha... My mother... What's the color of death..."

Jiang Songyin was very aggrieved: "I really think it looks good."

"Mm-hmm, it's good-looking," Yin Fei said with unconsciousness, "your sister must like to die!"

"..." smell asarum, cover the gift box, pull out a smile, "... Yes, I like dead."

Jiang Songyin immediately looked at Jiang Xu with a kind of "my aesthetic is no problem" eyes, to prove his aesthetic.

"..." Jiang Xu choked a smile and said, "well behaved, just be happy."

Several people chatted for a while, Yin Fei hesitated for a moment, or said: "what's the relationship between you and Gu Zheng?"

"Friends." Jiang Xu said: "it's Jiang Songyin's father in name. He helped me a lot."

Smell Asarum said: "people with clear eyes can see that he likes you, how do you think?"

Jiang Xu was silent for a while before he said, "I don't think about this. It's good to raise Jiang Songyin, and I don't have any other energy to think about anything else."

"... that's fine." Yin Fei said, "you can have a rest first. Tomorrow we'll see grandfather Qin."

"Good." Jiang Xu nodded.

After seeing them off, Jiang Xu asks Jiang Songyin to take a bath and looks at his son who has changed into Pikachu's pajamas. Jiang Xu thought about it and asked, "honey, do you like it here?"

Jiang Songyin sat cross legged on the bed, fiddling with his own jigsaw puzzle. He said, "I like it."

Jiang Xiu leaned over and looked into his eyes: "do you really like it or not?"

"Of course I do." Jiang Songyin pushed his mother's face away and said, "what do I cheat you for? People here are very good."

"There are also some people who are not good." Jiang Xiu is lying on the bed watching her son play with puzzles. It's very complicated. She can't understand it and can't help. She also helps to distract Jiang Songyin: "the world is not all good people."

Jiang Songyin said: "I knew that when I was two years old. What are you trying to say? "

"..." Jiang Xu squeezed his cheek and said seriously, "are you really only three years old this year? I'm only three years old and I hate it. What can I do in the future? "

"No Jiang Songyin said: "according to you, I'm almost four years old. In a short time, I'll be an adult. Then I'm an adult. I have to learn to take care of myself."

Jiang Xu: "I'm not sure."

She coughed, released Jiang Songyin's face and said, "it's nothing. I just want to tell you that you don't believe what others say, you know? Also, if someone asks who your father is, you say it's uncle Gu. Do you hear me? "

"You have said that." Jiang Songyin said, "but you haven't told me who my father is up to now."

After a pause, Jiang said, "Jiang Songyin, do you want your father?"

"I don't want to." Jiang Songyin said without hesitation, "he doesn't take care of you. I don't want him."

Jiang Xu was very sad and said with a smile, "well, actually your father has died. This is a long story. It's not suitable for you to listen to now. I'll tell you when you grow up."

Jiang Songyin is very sensitive to people's emotions. He can distinguish between good and evil at the first time. He doesn't know who inherited this beast like intuition. At this moment, he can feel Jiang Xu's depression and some sadness.

He raised a pair of clean eyes and a small face, and said, "it's ok if you don't tell me. He doesn't care about you, and you don't care about him."

Jiang Xu said with a smile: "well, isn't there our Jiang Songyin? I will take good care of my mother in the future."

Jiang Songyin, with a dull hum, messed up the puzzle, put it into the box and said, "let's sleep."

"Good." Jiang Xu took him over and put him in his arms: "what story do you want to hear tonight?"

"You can tell only those stories." Jiang song Yin dislikes the way, but still honest way: "long hair princess."

"Good." Jiang Xiu began to tell him the story of the princess with long hair. In the middle of the story, Jiang Songyin was already asleep. Jiang Xiu put him aside, got up and pushed the window open.

The night wind came in, blowing Jiang Xiu's long hair. She looked at a direction quietly.

Outside the window, there are lots of traffic and lights. The location of the hotel is good. Standing here, you can see the logo of Fu's company building not far away. Through the skyscraper, you can see the quiet and dark sky. That direction stretches for dozens of kilometers, which is the dream city.

At this time, deep in the night, the wind through her thin pajamas seems to get into the bone, she just stood in silence for a while, and then closed the window, a drop of cold water hit on the back of her hand, she realized that she was crying.

Why do you cry?

Is it for returning to her hometown, or for whom she failed?