Neither Mrs. Song nor Song Wanting disturbed their father-son interaction. Seeing that he loved his children so much, Song Wanting's nose was so sour and tears didn't feel it overflowing from her eyes.

She hoped that the three of them could fall in love like a real family, but unfortunately she knew that this wish would take a long time to come true.

Ye Qianmo didn't dare to move, for fear that when he moved, the child would cry when he woke up. The little guy grabbed it very tightly and never let go. He insisted on standing there, his arms were sore and he didn't move. He didn't take it away until Xiao Ye Zhengheng's hand strength loosened.

He also reached out to help him tuck the quilt, for fear that the child would be cold.

"Qianmo, the confinement nanny said that it is not suitable for children this month to have too many sanitations, so you can let him breathe in. If it gets too hot, he will sweat and he will easily catch a cold." Song Wanting said.

"Oh, OK." Ye Qianmo adjusted again and restored the child's quilt to its original appearance.

He then walked to Song Wanting and said softly: "Xiao Xiaoli asked someone to bring me a message during the interrogation, saying that she knew you had a huge secret and wanted to tell me, but she just asked me to let her go. I'm here to ask you, what was she talking about?"

His tone was very light, as if he was unintentionally asking questions, but these words really shocked Song Wanting and Mrs. Song.

Song Wanting's expression froze for two or three seconds before she recovered from normal. She did not dare to speak easily, for fear that her trembling words would reveal her guilt.

"This Xiao Xiaoli is not bad for her as soon as she enters the door. How could she sneer in her blood?" Mrs. Song said with a frown.

Her attitude was not the focus of Ye Qianmo's attention, but her words made Song Wanting find something to answer Ye Qianmo.

"Qianmo, I have no secret. Xiao Xiaoli must have thought of it. Who would like to go to jail?"

"Is that so? It's good that there is no secret. If there is one, it's better to say it now. I'm going to see her soon. What she knows, I'll know soon." Ye Qianmo said this and looked at Song Wanting without a moment of a flash. He wanted to see the expression on her face clearly.

She was flustered, although she wanted to show calmness.

"I really can't remember what secrets I have that you don't know. Qianmo, if you want to see her, go see her. I'll greet her. She said that she has been with me for so long. She is still my brother and sister. I really hope that everything is fine." Song Wanting said.

"Okay." Ye Qianmo only said one word, then looked at Song Wanting meaningfully, turned around and went out.

As soon as he left, Song Wanting immediately showed irritability.

She is in confinement now and cannot go out, so it is not convenient to talk to her mother, so she can only worry.

She seemed calm, but she wanted to gamble, and Xiao Xiaoli was afraid that she would not dare to tell her what she had done in DNA identification.

But she had already sent a message to Ye Qianmo. Now that she wanted to be free, how could she have reservations?

It's over! This time it's really over!

She went down to the ground barefoot, walked to the children's bed, and picked up her child.

Xiao Ye Zhengheng was suddenly picked up by her and hummed twice unhappily.

She hadn't officially held the child and was not very good at hugging it, but at this time she no longer wanted anyone to help her hold the child. She was afraid that she had to hold the child tightly before she felt that there was a possibility of turning over.

"Tingting, put the child down and hug him like this, your waist can't stand it." Mrs. Song advised her, and Song Wanting seemed to have not heard it.

She hugged the child tightly and walked to the bed to sit down, lifted up her breastfeeding shirt to feed the child.

The child just wanted to sleep, but didn't want to eat at all. She worked hard for a long time and saw that he was still sleeping so heavily, she was so angry that she wanted to scold people.

Mrs. Song looked at her appearance and felt really painful and had no way to persuade her. She could only sigh a long time.

Song Wanting looked at her mother unhappily, saying that she was sighing, isn’t this a disaster yet?
Chapter completed!