Situ Qingyu's hesitant eyes could not escape the Fool's eyes. This was the first time the Fool had cast his eyes squarely on Situ Longhao since he walked into this villa...
When the warm eyes were cast on Situ Longhao, his eyes became calm again, without any emotion...
After seeing those warm eyes, and then receiving such cold and emotionless eyes, for the third time, Situ Longhao's heart was touched...
"Go down and talk!"
The words without emotion are slightly hoarse with the sequelae of the recent emotion, but there is still no emotional fluctuation...
After saying that, without waiting for Situ Longhao to respond, he already carried Situ Qingyu and walked downstairs...
"Ling Xiaoran, who do you think you are? Why do you talk to Hao like this..."
Su Dafei looked at Ling Xiaoran's attitude, as if she was aloof and inviolable. Compared with her, she suddenly became vulgar and insignificant.
When she heard Su Dafei's words, Ling Xiaoran didn't even bother to respond. She just glanced over and slightly raised the corners of her mouth. That half-smile expression made Su Dafei's face turn blue and white.
And Situ Qingyu was lying in Ling Xiaoran's arms, with all kinds of satisfaction on his beautiful little face.
And the scene I just saw my mother performing on the stairs was really satisfying.
It was so awesome to see that crazy aunt being slapped by her mother and thrown out so easily...
This is what he has always wanted to do but couldn't do. Mom is mom, and she did it all for him...
Moreover, just looking at Su Dafei's wonderful color palette of green and white, it was even more satisfying...
The admiration for Ling Xiaoran is like a torrent of water. It seems that his mother, Situ Qingyu, is really very extraordinary and very enviable...
Of course, it doesn’t matter whose mother it is...
She is the mother of his genius Situ Qingyu...
Being able to give birth to such a genius baby, the mother is certainly not weak...
This is called courage, killing people invisible, this is called aura, killing people instantly without even the ability to fight back...
Situ Qingyu leaned in Ling Xiaoran's arms, feeling extremely happy in his heart.
Having a mother is everything, and it is perfect for Situ Qingyu...
Situ Qingyu's admiration for Ling Xiaoran has simply climbed a step further, reaching its peak...
"Hao!"
Su Dafei was so angry at Ling Xiaoran that she couldn't express her anger. She had already tried it just now and was no match for Ling Xiaoran.
I don’t know what she has eaten in the past five years, but she has become so strong. She was obviously so vulnerable before, but now she was thrown out with just a slight move of her hand. She is not that stupid to ask for trouble again.
She couldn't even scold her. It should be said that people didn't bother to scold her at all. Her angry scolding would only show that she was uncultivated, like a shrew scolding the street. Compared with Ling Xiaoran's calmness and indifference, she simply knocked herself into a corner instantly.
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All kinds of unwillingness, she, Ling Xiaoran, is originally clay, and she, Su Dafei, is the cloud in the sky. The two of them should not be compared at all. Why should she show off her power here with such a high profile and such a superior appearance...
And looking at Situ Qingyu, who was leaning in Ling Xiaoran's arms, with an expression of looking forward to a good show, Su Dafei's face became even more ugly.
This brat was already dissatisfied with him, and now he found an opportunity to show dissatisfaction with himself.
It was as if Ling Xiaoran was supporting him. The look he gave him was full of disdain, as if he were a fly. Such an insulting look made Su Dafei furious.
She wanted to hit her, but she couldn't, and she wanted to scold her, and she seemed to have no image and temperament. This was called being angry and unable to vent her anger. Su Dafei's teeth were itching with hatred.
When he saw Situ Longhao walking down, his body immediately softened, and he took Situ Longhao's arm, then leaned into Situ Longhao's arms, looking at Ling Xiaoran provocatively...
The fool didn't even bother to look in the direction of Su Dafei. Instead, he lowered his head and looked at Situ Qingyu who was lying in his arms tenderly. Although he didn't want to stay here for one more second, for the sake of his son
, Fool still waited patiently for Situ Longhao to come down...
For the sake of her son, she needs to take some time to deal with these two people she doesn't like...
The Fool doesn't have much feelings for anyone. Except for his excessive feelings for Situ Qingyu, it is Su Dafei and Situ Longhao. Although it cannot be said that he hates anyone, when he stands here, there is still a voice in his heart.
She said that she didn't really want to see these two people when she left here...
Situ Qingyu smiled sweetly. At this moment, he really looked like a five-year-old child, coquettishly begging for love in his mother's arms.
The Fool also had a rare smile and pampering. The two of them did not speak, but the eyes that met each other made everything around them inaccessible to the world that belonged to Ling Xiaoran and Situ Qingyu.
Situ Longhao comforted Su Dafei in a perfunctory manner, and then gave the servants a leave of absence. Then he returned to the living room and sat across from Ling Xiaoran.
Su Dafei immediately sat down next to Situ Longhao, holding Situ Longhao tightly, resting her head on Situ Longhao's shoulder, her eyes looking at Ling Xiaoran and Situ Qingyu who were sitting opposite for a moment.
He showed off the love between mother and child as if no one else was around.
After feeling the person opposite sit down, Fool reached out and rubbed Situ Qingyu's hair, and then hugged Situ Qingyu.
Both of them couldn't bear to leave each other. This kind of hug was just a surprise for the people who had been separated for two years, and they couldn't bear to separate.
He gave Situ Qingyu a look, and then Situ Qingyu obediently leaned against the fool and stopped moving. At the same time, the fool also raised his head and looked at Situ Longhao sitting opposite.
"Mr. Situ!"
The fool's voice was light and cold, and the unfamiliar address he spoke was the fourth time that a knife was cut into Situ Longhao's heart again, dripping with blood.