Chapter 1683

So worried about being found, will be rejected by him, will lose his love for her.

Their relationship will go further and further.

It turns out that they have nothing to do with each other at all.

Gu Nianjia looks at Song Changlin, and her eyes are moist.

Song Changlin frowned. "I hurt a little white eyed wolf so much?"

He reached out his hand and shaved on the tip of his nostril, which is still his favorite as always.

All of a sudden, Gu Nianjia choked. Tears filled her eyes. Even if the nearest and dearest person didn't give her much warmth and affection, there was always a blood relationship to comfort her.

At this time, she felt as if she had been separated from the world. How ridiculous and pathetic those yearnings and forbearance in the past seem now.

She has been begging for a group of people who are not related by blood, and has always wanted to get affection and love from them.

How funny is she to them?

Miss Jia's nose is red. She takes a breath and doesn't let the tears flow out. She turns her head and wipes it silently with her hands.

Song Changlin was not good at words. He just reached out and rubbed his hand on his head.

All the way, Miss Jia did not speak, looking out of the window, eyes dim.

As usual, two red lanterns were hung at the gate of the courtyard. Because the old man just died last year, the color of this year's couplet paper is not red, but yellow. The words of the couplet also express the yearning for the old man.

Gu Nianjia's mind shows the old man's appearance. From small to large, the old man accompanies her and everything she does.

The car stops at the door, and Gu Nianjia follows Zhang Jingyu to get off.

When she got out of the car, she didn't look at anyone and walked straight into the room.

Entering the door, she saw song Changwen standing on the tea table. She was dressed in black pants and a cream sweater. Her hair was a bit messy. The whole person didn't look as smart as before. She looked very haggard.

Miss Jia's steps stop, and her heart seems to be pricked by something.

From childhood, she was eager to be loved by her mother in her dream. Every night before the parents' meeting, she could dream that her mother would attend her parents' meeting.

Every new year's Eve, she hopes to receive her mother's new year's money, and every birthday, she hopes to receive a birthday gift from her mother.

Song Changwen, seeing that she was thoughtful, seemed to be at a loss.

I don't know how to deal with the problem for the first time. I look at Gu Nianjia with my eyes and don't know what I want to say.

"My aunt is back."

Suddenly, on the second floor, Lin Xiaoyu was full of surprises.

Then he came down the stairs with a small figure, holding on to the handrail of the stairs, with a fast speed.

When Gu Nianjia heard the little guy's aunt's voice, her instinctive eyes lit up and looked at the little figure.

The little guy was wearing a red sweater, dark blue jeans and a smile on her face. "I miss my aunt so much."

He opened his arms, hugged Nianjia's legs, looked up at her, and was very happy.

From the bottom of my heart.

Gu Nianjia bowed her head and smiled at the little guy. She raised her hand and gently pinched his fleshy face. Then she rubbed his little head and whispered, "my aunt is a little tired from flying. Would you like to play with the little fish later?"

I really don't want to pass on emotions to children.