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Qin Xuelan only regarded Song Sanxi as the only savior.

So, I sat on the sofa in the bedroom, quietly and silently.

Her eyes were full of compassion as she looked at her son, Xiao Zhongchen.

Zhong Chen seemed to be ignoring his mother.

Of course, Song Sanxi was also ignored.

He was huddled in the corner of the sofa, a small ball.

With his little head tilted, his thin, pale face, and his long hair, he was just eating candied haws.

There is a sound and a sizzling taste!

He is immersed in his own world and cannot extricate himself.

Sure enough, severely autistic.

In the dim light of the room, such a scene would make a timid person come in.

Maybe it will scare you.

I thought I had entered some kind of ghost movie world.

Song Sanxi is not a small patient like Xu Huo.

He also sat down.

It just so happened that it was not far from Qin Xuelan.

On the sofa opposite is Xiao Zhongchen.

He gently put down his backpack.

Open the zipper and try not to make a sound.

Don't disturb that autistic world.

After a while, he took out the miniature camera.

I fiddled with an angle on the side, turned it on, and photographed Zhong Chen, only him.

Of course, it didn't stop him from eating candied haws.

Then, he took out his own harmonica.

Qin Xuelan was a little surprised.

Brother Sanxi can play the piano and the harmonica?

Song Sanxi smiled faintly at her.

Under the dim light, this smile was warm, gentlemanly, and full of temperament.

Qin Xuelan's heart trembled.

Brother Sanxi, really, so manly.

Song Sanxi played the harmonica.

Zhong Chen just raised his head and glanced at him.

Qin Xuelan was excited, her eyes shining brightly.

But, I was lost again.

Zhong Chen didn't seem to be interested at all.

He lowered his head again and ate the candied haws.

However, Song Sanxi was still blowing and didn't care at all.

gradually

The very soothing tune suddenly gave the dark room a glimmer of light.

The elegant playing posture and the moving melody simply made Qin Xuelan drunk.

I have never heard such a beautiful harmonica.

I never imagined that someone in this world could play the harmonica to such an extent.

Gradually, Qin Xuelan became intoxicated.

The best sound of the piano fills the room and becomes the best hypnotic technique.

Unknowingly, she leaned on Song Sanxi's body and fell into a deep sleep.

Moreover, the body is as soft as a bone and has a delicate fragrance.

A little bit, it touches Song Sanxi's heart.

But, he held firm.

The harmonica kept playing and playing.

He was observing Zhong Chen, constantly observing.

Little guy, the speed of eating candied haws is slowing down.

The sound of the piano is contagious and magical.

After a long time, Zhong Chen tilted his head and fell asleep.

With only one candied haws left in my arms, I leaned on the corner of the sofa and fell asleep.

He was deeply hypnotized.

Song Sanxi stopped playing and turned off the camera.

Then, he gently picked up Qin Xuelan and took her to her room over there.

Just like that, put her on the bed.

That graceful and undulating figure is really impressive

Cover her with a quilt.

Song Sanxi quietly withdrew.

Such a single mother is really tired.

I'm afraid, I haven't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

She needs a good sleep.
Chapter completed!