After going out, Yinghan didn't want to go far, so he took the children for a walk in the park of the community.
The two little guys were still children after all. It had been a long time since an adult had accompanied them to walk around and play. Now Yinghan was holding one hand and the other, the corners of the two little guys' eyes were curled up in laughter.
There were quite a lot of pedestrians on the road, but most of them were attracted by Yinghan, mother and daughter.
A tall, delicate, plump and slightly chubby young woman held a little boy in one hand, talking and laughing while walking. And most importantly, the two children she was holding actually looked exactly the same, as beautiful as dolls.
, no matter how you look at it, you can’t tell which one is the older sister and which one is the younger sister.
Many mothers who knew Yinghan greeted her and pinched the two little guys' faces.
A mother without children smiled and said, "Yinghan, these two little girls in your family are really getting more and more beautiful as they grow older. They will definitely be two great beauties in the future."
A mother with a child on the other side also echoed, "It's your genes that are good. Yinghan, you are quite beautiful, and your husband is really handsome. He is even more handsome than the idol stars on TV.
The child will definitely grow up beautiful."
Yinghan just smiled and said, "Thank you. Actually, the two children are still young. Who knows what they will grow into in the future. They haven't grown yet."
After the mothers left, other pedestrians came to chat with Yinghan and talk about her little ones.
The two little guys' faces were red from being pinched. Fu Xuan's eyes were red and she wanted to cry again. She stretched out her little hand to pull Ying Han, and her soft voice was pitiful, "Mom, my face hurts, they
It hurts my face when pinched."
Yinghan picked her up and said, "It's my fault that mom didn't pay attention. Xuanxuan, don't cry. Can mom take you and your sister to play somewhere else?"
Fu Xuan shook her head, "Mom, Xuan Xuan wants to see her father. Dad hasn't hugged Xuan Xuan for a long time. Xuan Xuan misses her father."
Although the child is still young, her memory is still very good. She knows that she has not been held by her father for a long time, and that her father has not held her carefully for a long time.
Yinghan felt sour in her heart. She didn't know why Anze worked so hard and didn't even take good care of his children.
She nodded, "Can mom take you and your sister to find dad now?"