Si Xiaoqing nodded happily. Her mother was dead and her father was in jail again. Now she was the only sister Xia Chun and Si Hanyu, who was the eldest brother.

That night, Xia Chun and Si Hanyu had a phone call.

Hearing her voice, Si Hanyu was in a very good mood. He took the initiative to tell her about his current situation and asked her if Yiting was good or not.

The two chatted for a few minutes before Xia Chun mentioned Zhao Lan’s incident.

Si Hanyu heard that Zhao Lan was dead and was silent on the other end of the phone for a few seconds. When the sound came again, a hint of indifference was seeping into the warmth:

"Chongchun, since she has left, you can forget it. From then on, she has no relationship with you at all."

A trace of warmth flashed through Xia Chun's heart. For his concern for him, he paused and said:

"Si Hanyu, your sister Si Xiaoqing asked about your situation in the afternoon and said she wanted to go to the United States to see you. Would you like to see her?"

"Since you've spoken, of course I can't refuse, right?"[

Si Hanyu changed his voice and said complainingly:

"Chongchun, this is the real intention of calling me. I am fake in any concern. After hearing what you said, then you accept Si Xiaoqing. Why, isn't she as annoying as before?"

Xia Chun smiled gently and said:

"Yes, she has changed a lot, like she has suddenly grown up from an ignorant child. If you want to, take her in. It is always not good for her to live here as a girl."

"Okay, I'll take her in for your sake."

The next day, Si Xiaoqing and Xia Chun and the others returned to the city together, went to the prison to see her father. After living in the city for a few days, she flew to the United States to see her elder brother after her mother's first seventh year.

The lives of Xia Chun and Liang Shangjun continue sweetly and happily.

Since Xia Chun returned to the hospital to work, Liang Shangjun insisted on sending her to work in person every day and sent her to the hospital before he went to the unit.

Xiao Yiting had a lot of fun with a group of children all day long. He was afraid that Xia Chun would be tired, so their parents took him over. Shortly after Xia Chun went to work, Fu Minxin went to the company to help Ahao.

The child was also coaxed by Shen Chenchen and the others.

Xia Chun and Liang Shangjun lived a two-person world, but the Liang family became lively. In the evening, they went to see their son and daughter, so the whole family gathered around for supper. After dinner, they went home and the children stayed there.

It was not until weekend that I took my children out for fun together.

Happy days always pass quickly. Spring goes by and autumn comes, and Yiting grows one year older.

In order to train his son since childhood, after Yiting was two years old, Liang Shangjun began to teach him some of the most basic exercises and prepare for his future learning skills.

Since he was three years old, Yiting ran with his father every morning. Yiting, who loves sports, never stops regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. When Liang Shangjun was on a business trip, he ran around the yard by himself, practicing the movements his father taught in a very good manner. [

The happiest one is Yuanyuan.

A group of younger brothers and sisters grew up day by day, and she became the leader of the dragons. As soon as she came home from school, she gathered them together to play games.

Alan still fought with her, but he always had many ways to deal with him, a foreign brat, Yuanyuan. He lost nine out of ten bets on him. Every time he lost, he said that Yuanyuan was slutty and cheated.

Yuanyuan always uses the idiom "I never get tired of deceit" to block his mouth.

Yiting is the youngest among a group of children, but his momentum is not weak. Except for Fa and Yuanyuan and Allen, he can make them obey and look at him with admiration and worship.

Four-year-old Yiting is so handsome that the women in the class are confused. His beautiful eyes can catch the teacher's soul. Not only does he have a handsome face that attracts people's hearts, but his inherent noble and elegant posture is even more accessible to people.

During the New Year's Day show, he needed the teacher to worry about it, so he organized more than ten boys in the class to teach them boxing. After half a month of practice, he selected three qualified boys himself, and after more than ten days of hard practice, on the New Year's Day show, four little boys beat a set of boxing well, and paired with a passionate man as self-reliant. This not only surprised all the teachers and students of the school and all parents watching the show, but also spread it to the Internet, which became popular on the Internet.

From then on, Yiting had stunning eyes everywhere he went. Sometimes, Liang Shangjun and Xia Chun, two parents who were used to being low-key, were not used to it, but Yiting accepted those stunning and admiring eyes indifferently.

One night, Yiting was competing with his father for a long time. Xia Chun sat aside to check his son's homework and accidentally fell out of the book. She picked it up curiously and saw that it turned out to be a love letter.

A few pretty little words above:

Ling'er likes Yiting!

Next to it is a painting of a boy combing a girl's hair. A simple sketch and the lines drawn by pencils are actually very ugly, but thinking that this picture was written by a four-year-old girl, Xia Chun couldn't help laughing.

Looking up at the corner of the wall, two men, one big and one small, who were also focused on the competition, doing a standard half-squat position, smiled and raised the letter in their hands and asked:

"Yiting, do you know this love letter?"

love letter?

Liang Shangjun looked at the letter in Xia Chun's hand, then turned to his son, and asked curiously:

"Son, has someone written a love letter to you?"

Children in middle-class kindergartens know how to write love letters, so they are precocious.

Yiting raised his eyes slightly and glanced at his curious father and his mother who were smiling with an unknown meaning while raising the letter. The voice that overflowed with thin lips was tender and indifferent:

"I don't know, maybe I was stuffed in secret. Mom, please throw it away for me."

"Son, it's rude to throw someone's love letter casually. Let's not compare. Tell your parents who wrote the love letter to you. Is that girl beautiful and gentle?"

Liang Shangjun smiled and pulled her son up, wanting to hear if her son really knew the word "Like" at his age. In the past, I often heard Yuanyuan say that there was no boy in their class that she liked, and she was as young as Yiting at that time.

He realized that this was a very important question. What should they do if their son really started dating one day?

"Dad, you got up first before me, you lost."

Yiting raised his victory smile, shook his father's hand and ran to his mother's arms. No matter how outstanding he was, he was just a little over four years old. Xia Chun hugged him and sat on his lap with a distressed letter, and let him read it by himself.

"The handwriting is pretty pretty, but the painting is a bit bad. Yiting, can't it be that you helped any girl comb her hair?"

Liang Shangjun looked at his son with a smile and asked jokingly.

Yiting frowned and said with a pout:

“Where is it.”

After the words came, he turned around, put his hands on his mother's neck, smiled and said warmly:

"I only help my mother comb my hair, so I won't help girls comb my hair. Mom, don't believe my father's words. Yiting should sleep with my mother tonight. Mom, let's go back to my room."

"no."

Liang Shangjun immediately stopped him.

"Why, Dad, do you want to go back on your word?"

It turned out that Yiting and his father had a bet on the half-squat competition. Whoever won, he would hug his mother to sleep tonight. He was excluded by his father since he was a child, and he was carried to the crib every night before he was one year old.

After one year old, he was thrown by his father at his grandparents' house. Even if he came home, he would sleep in his own small bed and rarely sleep with his mother.

After three years old, his father let him sleep alone on the grounds that he was a man.

At first he was afraid, so he went to bed with him before leaving.

But for his wife, Liang Shangjun, a possessive man, was extremely reluctant to let his son pester. He liked to sleep with Chunchun every night, no matter at night, morning, or even in the middle of the night, as long as he was very beastly, he would ask her for no time.

Therefore, his son became an obstacle at this time and he had to sleep on his own.

Xiao Yiting is very smart and always snatches his mother from his father for various reasons and ways. Tonight he proposed the game to steal his mother.

The smart little Yiting and his mother who is willing to help him will naturally surpass his father.

Just now, Xia Chun felt distressed when she saw her son squatting for so long. She happened to see the letter, and her mind turned slightly, so she used this strategy.

"Yes, you can't go back on your word. A real man should talk to himself. Yiting said good night to his father, and we will go back to the room. You can handle this letter by yourself."

Xia Chun was very moved by his son's words just now, and he wanted to speak for him. Hearing this, Yiting smiled and fell from her lap, and said perfunctorily, "Dad, good night."

He took the letter from his mother's hand and kneaded it into a ball of handsomely and threw it into the trash can beside him, and said:

"Yiting doesn't like a girl except her mother."

Ha ha!

Xia Chun smiled happily and was in a very beautiful mood.

Liang Shangjun pretended to be wronged and watched his wife and son walk out of the room with depressed hands, feeling very evil in his heart:

"Boy, don't say it nicely now. When you grow up, you will definitely forget your mother after marrying a wife."

Yiting took a shower, drank a big glass of water when he was thirsty, hugged his mother and lay on the bed, telling her the interesting story about him at school during the day. After more than half an hour of chatting between the mother and son, he entered his mother's arms and fell asleep sweetly.

In the early morning, Yiting woke up anxiously and shouted "Mom" before he opened his eyes."

But when I touched my little hand, there was no figure of my mother.

He was shocked, his closed eyes suddenly opened. There was only a quilt left on the big bed except himself. His tender little face flashed with a daze, he slid off the bed and ran out of the room, went to the next door to knock on the door, shouting at the top of his throat:

"Mom, mom, were you stolen by dad?"

In the room, Liang Shangjun, who was about to do something wrong, twitched his lips. Xia Chun, who was locked under him, smiled charmingly and reached out to his strong chest:

"Get up and ask me to open the door. If you ignore your son, he will call the police in a while."

"He dares!"

Although Liang Shangjun was reluctant, he had to suppress the desire in his heart, lowered his head and kissed her fiercely before getting out of bed and strode over.

As soon as he opened the door, Yiting rushed in with a small figure, rushed straight into the big bed, jumped onto the bed and crawled into his mother's bed, and said seriously:

"Dad, next time you want to steal Mom, let me steal it!"

Liang Shangjun gave a fierce look at his wife who was holding her son and smiling with a giggle, and walked out of the room with his fate and went to the next client to fetch cold water.
Chapter completed!