As soon as Huo Jingyi left, Qiao Chengfan occupied Ye Jiaqi unscrupulously.

Lao Qiao must not know that he has occupied Ye Jiaqi, hum.

Qiqi belongs to him, and Old Qiao can't snatch it away.

His little hands hugged Ye Jiaqi's neck and refused to let go.

"Qiqi, I miss you so much. Why are you ignoring the baby... It was during that time... Later you went abroad..."

Qiao Chengfan talked nonchalantly to Ye Jiaqi.

"I'm afraid it will affect your study. I happened to be very busy with work during Qiqi. I'm sorry, Xiaofanfan."

"It's okay, Qiqi, I like you, and whatever you do is right. Well..." Qiao Chengfan chuckled.

His little face was pressed against Ye Jiaqi's neck.

The hot breath tickled Ye Jiaqi.

Ye Jiaqi also smiled and hugged him tighter.

There was an indelible scar in her eyes from beginning to end, like broken ice.

"It's getting late, Xiao Fanfan, can you sleep well?" Ye Jiaqi coaxed.

"Okay." The little guy nodded, "Finally someone hugged me to sleep. At home, my father wouldn't hug me."

"Boys need to be independent."

"My father is still very cruel."

"He's doing it for your own good."

"Qiqi, you don't speak for me, wuwu..." Qiao Chengfan rubbed his eyes, "Why don't you join me in saying bad things about Lao Qiao."

Ye Jiaqi's heart skipped a beat.

She patted the little guy's back gently: "Go to sleep, good night."

"Hmm."

Qiao Chengfan closed his eyes.

I kind of miss Lao Qiao.

What is Lao Qiao doing? I haven't called him for several days.

He had a lot to say to Lao Qiao.

Although Lao Qiao is very domineering, he is very nice.

Hmm...

Qiao Chengfan smashed his tongue and fell asleep.

His little hands grabbed Ye Jiaqi like an octopus, and Ye Jiaqi's heart suddenly felt warm.

The little guy is still so young, he doesn't know what life and death mean.

Ye Jiaqi closed his eyes, soreness spread among his limbs, and every cell seemed to have stopped beating.

It was late at night and the north wind was howling.

The windows squeaked loudly.

The moonlight is hazy and the phantoms are swaying.

"Qiqi, why don't you cover yourself with a quilt when you sleep? Huh?"

Suddenly, Ye Jiaqi was startled and his eyelids trembled.

The light was on, but there was nothing in front of me.

Nothing.

The familiar voice seemed to come from heaven, so clear yet so far away.

With a familiar low tone, restrained and mellow.

Part of her arm was exposed and was already very cold.

She pulled the quilt and covered her.

She has to take care of herself and Xiao Fanfan.

…

The next day, Ye Jiaqi was awakened by the smell of white porridge.

She opened her eyes and Qiao Chengfan was no longer in her arms.

"Xiao Fanfan, Xiao Fanfan..." she shouted.

"Qiqi, I'm here."

Qiao Chengfan had already put on his clothes, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and sat on the sofa obediently.

Huo Jingyi sat next to him and read comic books with him.

Ye Jiaqi smiled: "We're already up, but I'm the laziest."

"Is it better?" Huo Jingyi asked.

Ye Jiaqi touched his forehead: "It's okay. The fever is gone. I don't worry you anymore."

"Get up and eat porridge. There are several kinds of porridge here. I got up early in the morning to cook them. Xiao Chengfan ate them and said they tasted good."

"good."

Ye Jiaqi jumped out of bed.

She saw Qiao Chengfan reading comic books with Huo Jingyi, very quiet and harmonious.

"Xiao Chengfan, has the little fox that uncle gave you last time grown up?"
Chapter completed!