She never dreamed that she would see the person she cherished the most in her life under such circumstances, but she never dreamed that she would see the person she wanted to see the most!
"...Mom! Why are you here?"
"Weiwei...it's my Weiwei...Yunhua, you didn't lie to me, you really didn't lie to me, you really brought me to see my Weiwei!"
Zhao Zixin looked at her baby daughter and her heart was almost melting!
Although she seems to have lost a lot of weight again, she looks good and should be staying in the Xiao family. No one bullies her, right?
Zhao Zixin is naturally the same. Although her daughter left the poet's family, after all, her treatment costs, hospital doctors and other things were arranged by Xiao Ruiye, and there was no deduction. So now she is the same, and she looks more important than
It was much better before!
Shi Qian looked at such a mother and couldn't help but she burst into tears. She was like a child and threw herself into Zhao Zixin's arms!
"Mom...Mom, I miss you so much, I really miss you..."
When she was wronged, her heart was broken and hurt, but there was no way, she couldn't see her, she couldn't see her mother...
"Silly children, they are married, why are they still crying so much!"
Zhao Zixin hugged her and patted her head gently! That was clearly the posture of spoiling a child!
Yes, no matter how old the children grow, they are just children in the eyes of their parents!
Xiao Ruiye wrinkled in displeasure when he looked at her crying!
So does she cry too? It turns out that she also has tears? So are these tears real?
Is it wronged? Is it sad? Is it hurt? Is it...
Shi Qianwei, suddenly, you seemed to me to walk into a fog, making me unable to see you more and more clearly!
"Haha... Hahaha, okay, okay, Qianwei, stop crying. Such a big man, my husband is still by my side. I'm so ugly when I cry. Are you not afraid of going back tonight, and your husband laughing at you?
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In fact, there was a very harmonious picture originally. Xiao Ruiye was standing beside him, while Shi Qianwei threw herself into his mother's arms. The father and son of the poet also sat quietly, but Shi Junwei was