Chapter 21

"Good, don't be afraid, Mommy is here."

Ye Ling, "..."

Zhong ran, "..."

Zhong ran thought that when he first met the young master, he abused three strong men perfectly, and suddenly recognized the word fear again.

Father and son, magnetic field discord.

"He is in poor health and is easily frightened." Shen Qianshu said blindly.

Yeling looked at Shen Qianshu. She couldn't say anything for a moment. Zhong ran was so anxious that she turned round and round. Young or old, you've been reading the little princess for seven years. Can you restrain yourself a little?

He wished he could be the spokesman of Yeling and have a affectionate father son recognition.

You can't be so cruel just because a little princess becomes a little prince.

Shen Qianshu took Tong Hua's hand and wanted to fly away with Tong Hua's long wings. "Yeling, thank you for saving Tong Hua. Let's go. See you later. Don't miss us too much."

"Stop!" In the eyes of Yeling, a violent storm surged up, such as an enraged lion, stretching out his sharp claws and teeth, full of low pressure. Zhong ran also sensed his anger. His master was moody, cruel, and a demon who dominated life and death.

This delicate mother and son can't bear his anger.

Shen Qianshu put the children's painting slightly behind, protecting his son as a protector.

Yeling pointed to the children's painting, "you go, he stays!"

Shen Qianshu looked at him with a smile. The iron man could turn his fingers around her bright smile, "impossible."

"He is my son."

"No!" Shen Qianshu looked at Yeling firmly. "Yeling, you look good. Look at the children's paintings. Where does he look like you?"

Yeling looked at the children's painting. The children's painting cooperated with each other to raise their small faces and looked at Yeling with a smile. The outline of Yeling was deep, and the children's painting was exquisite and lovely, with no similarity.

"Yeling, our child, only breathed for ten minutes in this world." Shen Qianshu's eyebrows were soaked in a layer of sadness, and those desperate past events were forcibly dug out, digging a blood hole in her body, "he's dead."

The night mausoleum was struck by lightning!

Everyone was shocked.

Shen Qianshu took a deep breath, slightly cocked his head, mischievous and naive, "Yeling, you came to me just for your child. If your child died, there would be no relationship between us. We'll see you later."

Yeling watched Shen Qianshu leave with children's paintings helplessly.

He made several rounds in front of the gate of death these years, and he survived because he thought of his little princess.

He hasn't hugged the little princess with his own hands.

He can't die!

"How much?" Zhong ran looked at him anxiously.

Yeling's face was so heavy that he wanted to destroy the whole world and bury the little princess.

Zhong ran said what Tong Hua had just done, and Ye Ling's anger value instantly cleared, "at the age of seven, it's so cruel and ruthless, it must be my kind, go and check it."

Zhong Ran is very tired. You know your position very well.

"Yes!"

Shen Qianshu and children's painting community is located in downtown, close to children's painting school. It is a school district house and a highly planned community. Shen Qianshu bought a house a year ago for safety.

The economic conditions of mother and son have never been good.

Materially, she has never been short of children's paintings.

After the popularity of children's paintings, the film pay soared, and the prices of advertisements and endorsements also increased several times. Only then did the life of the mother and son gradually get better. The original community where they lived was mixed, and there had been constant harassment. There were also reporters squatting on the post, and Shen Qianshu reluctantly bought the house.