Chapter 625: Thoughtful words

"Yeah." Xiao Qi patted her shoulder: "Mommy, Xiao Qi will go by herself."
Ling Sheng took Xiao Qi and wandered around the door for a long time. The small shopping mall was quite old. It was around 11 o'clock in the evening and it was almost 12 o'clock in the evening. There was no one except those watching movies.
In the winter, when the wind screamed, it was cold to the bones, not to mention, there was a light rain.
Ling Sheng didn't wear much. There was a woolen sweater on the inside and a coat on the outside. It was so cold that he couldn't find Huo Ci after searching around.
When I went to the cafe, I looked up and saw two familiar figures in the box on the second floor. It was her second uncle and Sister Yu, who were discussing things, and she couldn't go there and bother.
It was terribly cold outside. People didn't find it and didn't tell me. Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, I had to stop a taxi with my son and went home.
Su Xiyin opened the door and saw the two women whose faces were so cold that they were so cold. He dragged them into the house distressedly: "What about your father? Isn't he with you? Why did the two go home like that?"
Xiao Qi is a child who tells the truth, Xiao Nii's voice trembled because of the cold: "Grandpa is gone, I came back by taxi with Mommy."
Huo Xiao came out of the house, and heard Xiao Qi's words, he cursed angrily: "I said don't go out with him, he is a bastard, I will settle accounts with him when he gets home!"
It's so dark and cold, and it's raining outside. How can he be so heartbroken to let Shengsheng, a girl, take two small seven children home!
The house was warm, Ling Sheng directly took his son to the sofa and wrapped it tightly with a blanket. Grandma also handed him a warm baby and put it in Xiao Qi's arms, finally warming him.
Su Xiyin was afraid that their mothers had a cold, so she boiled brown sugar water.
Ling Sheng was a little hungry, and asked to play two poached eggs.
Su Xiyin put longan and red dates again, and saw that Ling Sheng had run from the sofa to the door of the kitchen, and said distressedly: "Wait on the sofa to go, it will be fine in a while."
Ling Sheng looked at the old man in the kitchen, his eyes wet, and bubbles in his heart warmly, walked over and hugged her from behind, softly said: "Grandma, I miss you."
Su Xiyin smiled and patted her hand softly, and said softly, "Grandma misses you too."
This girl, who has only been out for half a month, has become more clingy, like a child, and her warm hearts have melted.
Ling Sheng was scared. What happened in the Maldives made her scared from the bottom of her heart. She was afraid that she would not know when she would disappear and would never see her family again.
"What's the matter?" Su Xiyin felt her emotions go down, frowning, worried: "It's your father who made you feel uncomfortable again. He is a bastard. Don't be familiar with him. Grandparents love you. ."
"No." Ling Sheng felt that she should cherish the happy life right now. She has long known her father's dog temperament and already has resistance. It is like this kind of thing that has lost their mother and son. There is no anger: "I just miss you and Grandpa."
Su Xiyin smiled, my dear grandson's mouth is sweet and caring, and I don't know what the thinks of Ci'er. No matter how he gets home, he will be cleaned up, and he softly replied, "Yeah."
It’s better to be a girl. I’ve never told her such thoughtful words when I’ve grown up like this. Every time I make people angry, but what to do, it’s her son no matter what.
The brown sugar water was ready soon. Su Xiyin looked at the mother and son sitting in the front row of the table, eating exactly the same actions. Xiaoqi had a small bowl and Shengsheng had a big bowl.
When they finished drinking together, they looked up at her in unison, smiled sweetly, and even spoke in unison.
"Grandma, have another bowl."
"Too grandma, have another bowl."
Don't mention Su Xiyin more happy, with a look of compassion and relief, I missed the wish for most of my life, and finally realized it, but it is a bit regretful that she didn't participate in the childhood of her good grandson, as if she had grown up like this.