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Yin knew that she was supporting herself, so she couldn't veto it, but she didn't agree, "thank you, mom."

As long as Mu Shuhan doesn't marry in one day, she can call one day mother Mu Shuhan not to let her feel better, then she can't feel better either.

Looking at their mother's kindness and filial piety, Mu Shuhan was not happy. She didn't treat herself as her own daughter?

"Mom, Miss Yin can't be your daughter." His tone was a little uncomfortable and a little awkward.

"Why not be my daughter? You didn't want to be your wife before, but it's good to be your sister now. " Song Xiuyun's attitude is very firm, no matter how he tries to persuade, it is useless in the end.

He wanted to find out what Yin Jiaren thought, but she didn't show anything on the surface, which made him very difficult.

After a long lunch at Jiang's, Mu Shuhan takes song Xiuyun to chat with her, asks her about her preference and says that she will never come empty handed next time.

Song Xiuyun is to deal with perfunctory back a few times, completely not in front of yinjiaren relaxed and enthusiastic, after she also don't want to hot face stick cold buttocks, so hurried away, anyway, there are opportunities in the future.

Anyway, since Song Xiuyun has announced that Yin Jiaren is her daughter in front of them, and the client has not denied it, it is tacit.

Yin Jiaren is packing her personal belongings in the master bedroom. Jiang Siming, who has just taken a bath and left the bathroom, sees that she is packing things and moving around. Suddenly, there is another nameless fire in her heart.

"What are you doing?"

"Moving things." ask while knowing the answer.

She continued to move her own, and when there was only one item left, he stopped her. "Where are you going?"

"I moved back to my room." Her voice is very calm, there is no anger, there is no not reconciled, is a kind of independent relaxation.

Jiang Siming hated her so much that he pulled out the things in her hand and said, "this is your room."

Yin Jiaren stood still and refused to rob her. She said with a smile, "have you forgotten what mom said? I will be your sister and Mu Shuhan will be your wife. I will live in this master bedroom. "

Moving out, she was still in a loss. She tried to tell herself that it was because she didn't adapt for a while.

"Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?" He only thinks that Yin Jiaren is for Qin Haolin.

"It's that we should correct our identity and not do things beyond the limit." She thought that it was not important to keep it. She turned around to leave, but the door was closed by him.

She didn't know that he would make such a fuss. "Is it interesting? I should have gone back to my room, or do you want me to call Mom? "

"You don't have to put mom on me."

"Jiang Siming." Yin Jiaren was impatient and frowned unhappily. "I have to go to see far away. He will be unhappy when he is in a hurry."

Jiang Yuanyuan is also his son, and he cares about it very much, which can be regarded as his weakness.

Wen Yan opened the door and let her go out.

Yin took a deep breath and went into Jiang Yuanyuan's room. He had taken a bath and was lying on the bed.

When she saw Mengbao, her bad mood was forgotten. She only hoped that one day he would recover.

She lifted the quilt and leaned with the child, holding him in her arms.

"Do you want to hear a story tonight?"

He nodded his head cleverly. Yin Jiaren fondled her soft hair and picked up a fairy tale book to tell him a story. Instead of listening like other children, he fell asleep. Instead, he became more and more sober.

She told him several stories all the time, but he didn't fall asleep. She worried about what happened to him and put down the fairy tale book to look at him.

"What's the matter? Why don't you go to bed? "

Jiang Yuan bowed her head and felt a little depressed. Yin Jiaren hugged her heartily and said, "what's the matter with you

"Mom Why is my mother the only one who tells me stories? " His round eyes stare at Yin Jiaren for a moment, showing the light of grievance, and her heart trembles.

"Isn't that good?"

"But other children have their parents to tell stories together, and I want to listen to them and sleep with them." His voice is not big, but it sounds sad.

Yin Jiaren is in a dilemma, but she can't bear to break his fantasy. "Far away, dad is very tired to work every day, and has no time to tell stories to far away."

"Well How about sleeping with mom and dad? "

He doesn't like to talk and doesn't ask for anything. Yin Jiaren felt guilty for her children, but now she is even more distressed and has to agree.

Jiang Yuan's face immediately had a smile, looking forward to mom and dad.

Jiang Yuan's bed is a children's bed, not big enough, so Yin Jiaren had to take him to the master bedroom.

Knock on the door, Jiang Siming opened the door to see a big one small in pajamas standing at the door, inexplicably some poke his heart, a time also don't know what to say.

"I want to sleep with mom and dad."

"Dad I want to Sleep with you. "It's hard for the autistic child to say a word. Jiang Siming certainly won't refuse. What's more, he can let Yin Jiaren live in his room willingly.

He let them come in, Yin Jiaren took Jiang Yuanyuan to bed, let him sleep in the middle, and then sleep on one side.

Jiang Siming chuckled and went to bed from the other side. "Dad will sleep with you."

"Well Thank you, Dad Jiang Yuan, who is satisfied, is very excited and willing to talk more tonight.

Yin Jiaren lay down and listened to their father and son chatting. She felt wonderful, but she didn't look at him.

Three people lie down, Jiang has been a little sleepy, Jiang Siming turned off the bedside lamp, the room is dark.

Yin Jiaren closed her eyes and suddenly felt an arm on her waist. It would not be far away from the river. It was not so heavy.

The arm was across her and she was not allowed to move.

Yin turned to see him and found that he was facing this side with closed eyes. She didn't want to wake Jiang Yuanyuan, so she had to move his hand carefully with her other hand.

But his strength is more and more heavy, Yin Jiaren whispered to him, "Jiang Siming, take your hand."

"Keep it down. Don't wake up." His serious answer, Yin Jiaren feel absurd, but really can't wake him up.

"What is affectation?"

Yin Jiaren thinks that he is unreasonable. She thinks that this is the last night. She stops talking and turns to sleep.

She was also tired, and soon entered the dream.

Listening to the even breathing of mother and son, Jiang Siming suddenly felt that his heart was filled somewhere. He suddenly came up with an idea and quietly took Jiang Yuanyuan to one side. Then he occupied the middle position and put his hand around her waist.

The familiar taste of the touch made him sigh gently, buried his chin in her hair, comfortable feeling made him feel sleepy soon, but sorry for his son.