Chapter 812

all is quiet at dead of night.

Today's Rose castle, the atmosphere is particularly unusual.

Yeling spent most of his time in the living room reading books. The three members of his family had a tacit understanding. In the evening, they would spend a few hours together. Yeling read books, studied children's paintings, and Shen Qianshu looked at the design drawings.

Hamburg cat is at the foot of the children's painting, and is occasionally carried by Yeling to shun Mao. The father and son will talk back and quarrel. In short, it is very lively.

Tonight, the living room is cold and unpopular.

Tong Hua went to bed early, and his schedule was always very regular. He was already asleep at 12 o'clock, and Shen Qianshu couldn't sleep. He looked at his son's sleeping face in a daze. He couldn't get tired of it. Fortunately, he had been with her these years, and she had raised him so well.

Hamburg was lying on the pillow of the children's painting, snoring.

The castle is quiet.

There is a fragrance of flowers in the air.

Yeling silently opened the door. Shen Qianshu lifted his eyelids, glanced at him, and his eyes returned to children's painting. In fact, she lied to children's painting, and she was a little angry. She only had children's painting after dying. She raised him safely over the years, and almost hollowed out her mind.

But he didn't like it.

She knew that Ye Ling's feelings were indifferent, and the only warmth was on her. Ye Yifan and ye Tingyun brothers were not very emotional, but she still didn't understand and couldn't get a trace of comfort.

He likes their son.

Yeling came over and looked down at her.

"Go back."

"No!" Shen Qianshu looked up at him, "Sir, I'm not kidding. I'm really angry."

She just doesn't want Tong Hua to know.

"What can I be angry about?"

"Why don't you like him?" Shen Qianshu asked, "I have been raised like a pimple in my heart. Over the years, even if I gave up a little bit, he will not live to this day. Do you know how scared I am? In those days, if I cared about my self-esteem and didn't kneel down and beg for others, maybe children's painting would not live. If I really didn't give in for a moment, he died unfortunately, and learned the truth today, do you think I can still live?"

Yeling was silent and exuded a cold spirit. He didn't like anyone except Shen Qianshu, even his son. He hated all the people who would steal Shen Qianshu's love, Lin Xiaojuan and children's paintings. He didn't like any of them.

To be reasonable, Lin Xiaojuan and children's painting are everything to her over the years.

However, the truth doesn't make sense to him.

Shen Qianshu stared at him deeply, "if the children's painting was a girl, would you like it?"

"I don't know."

He's not!

He can't answer the hypothetical question.

"Sir, you don't like children's paintings, is it because..."

You never take children's painting as your son?

You want to live because of the little princess, but in your heart, you never thought that it would be your child, and you even hate children, don't you? But she dared not ask, nor could she.

This is the scar of Yeling, which will also make Yeling explode.

He doesn't like children because he thinks... The children are not his, but another Yeling's. they are two people, two people who don't recognize each other, but this itself is contradictory. For Shen Qianshu, they are one person.

This topic is a taboo. She hurriedly lowered her head and dared not let Yeling see her emotions, but she could also sensitively detect a trace of violence floating in the air.