Chapter 810

Shen Qianshu was overwhelmed by the huge surprise, holding the children's painting like holding a baby. He couldn't put it down. He felt that it was not enough to see it. He had been raised for so many years as his own son, but he was so excited after the truth was revealed.

Blood is thicker than water. No one cares, and she can't escape vulgarity.

Her baby.

Shen Qianshu fell several kisses on children's painting face, "children's painting, it's good."

Tong Hua was also very happy, holding Shen Qianshu tightly, "Mommy, I love you so much."

"Mommy loves you too."

Always love him.

She couldn't help thinking that when Yang Lihua was alone, she saw a small children's painting. At that time, he took Yang Lihua's hand and looked at her stupidly, powdered and jade, and a little sick. Her heart softened when she looked at it.

Linxiaojuan had always opposed her raising children's paintings at that time.

First, she is still studying and has no conditions to raise children's paintings. If children's paintings are healthy, they can barely survive, but children's paintings are a sick child. Second, Yang Lihua has relatives. Why should Shen Qianshu raise them.

Lin Xiaojuan finally had to compromise because she insisted on raising children's paintings.

She likes children's paintings so much.

Even if it's not her son, I like it.

She thought it was the function of empathy, but unexpectedly, it was a natural fetter.

Yeling looked at this scene, which was very eye-catching. He knew that it was the end after confirmation. The mother and son, who were already sticky, would be more sticky. For a long time, Shen Qianshu's attention would be on children's paintings.

Annoying!!

bother it!!!

The boy is getting more and more eye-catching.

This moment is the most eye-catching!

What excuse can I find to throw him to the South American base?

Anyway, he doesn't need to go to school. It's a waste of life to wander around all day.

It should be enriched.

It makes a lot of sense.

"Children's painting is our son. Is the baby who died that year Dr. Yang's child?" Shen Qianshu had no time to complain about Dr. Yang and Dr. Shen, and suddenly realized that they were the ones who experienced the pain of losing their children.

It was also they who saved children's paintings with their son's heart.

"Why?"

"How simple is it? Their son is dead, and their heart is on children's paintings. Isn't it normal to want to raise children's paintings?" Ye Ling said.

Shen Qianshu's mood is extremely complicated. She has been cheated for seven years. She doesn't know the truth. She separated from Tong Hua for two years since childhood and suffered from the loss of her son. She should hate Dr. Yang and Dr. Shen. But at the thought that Dr. Yang finally returned the Tong Hua to her, although she didn't tell her the truth, they saved Tong Hua's life, their son saved it, and she can't really hate them. They are also a pair of poor people.

She knows what kind of experience it is to lose a son.

She held the hand of Tong Hua tightly.

Fortunately, her baby is back.

Fortunately!

Yeling said, "don't publicize this matter. Everything is the same as usual."

Shen Qianshu nodded. Naturally, he knew. Tong Hua also understood the importance of this matter. He was so happy that he stuck to Shen Qianshu and said, "Mommy, I want to sleep with you tonight."

"Good, good." Shen Qianshu agreed.

Yeling snorted coldly, "the child's hands are weak and weak. For safety's sake, throw him to the South American base. Black rose can't find it there. After throwing it for the past ten or eight years, he should be able to grow up safely."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

Children's paintings, "..."