Sister Huang took him to the courtyard and asked him to sit on the bench to rest. After he sat down, he didn't want Sister Huang to always roam around him. He casually said an excuse and sent her off.
In the invisible world, he is still only suitable for him to sink alone.
The others, no matter who they are, don't want them to get close.
Not to mention, Qiu Yixian, who he can't even match......[
A gust of wind blew.
The leaves on the branches were almost gone. The bare branches trembled in the breeze.
From a distance, there was a sound of jumping, and there was also a very light sound of landing.
Is it a ball? But the footsteps are very excited and light. Who is this person?
Qin Yishu frowned. Just as he was about to ask, the sound of the ball slowly approached.
"Boluo————”
A soft, round thing stopped at his feet.
Then, he heard a voice coming from behind: "Google, give it to me."
The voice is very cold and tender, it is the voice of a little boy.
But it was strange that this sound was not from Ling Yichuan.
Instead, he is smaller than Ling Yichuan. He feels like he is still a little guy who can speak just now and is speechless.
Sure enough, not long after, he felt a soft little guy twisting and running under him, lowering his head, picking up the ball that was a little bigger than his head.
The ball rolled under the bench, behind his legs. He felt that the little man under him twisted his butt and rubbed around everywhere.
Even if the soft and soft little body just rubbed against his legs, it made his heart softer.
Even though the little guy is very small and can get in, he rubs around and the ball is stuck on the horizontal bar under the chair.
After all, he was weak and could not take it out no matter what, and he became more and more stuck. He had no choice but to climb out and shake his legs gently: "Qiuqiu, I want it."
The child's voice was soft and cold, but it could still touch his heartstrings.
Of course, Qin Yishu wanted to help him, but he couldn't see it, and his hand was injured again, so he couldn't use force at all. He smiled bitterly: "Uncle can't see it, and his wrist is injured again. Kid, you...
....”
Before he could speak, a steady footsteps came from over there. The little boy looked up and saw the tall and cold figure, but his mouth was squinting and he didn't say a word.[
A steady footstep was getting closer and closer, and finally, he opened the sliding door. Leng Haotian looked at the little boy, and his handsome face instantly collapsed: "Yun Ting, come here!"
Qin Yishu frowned. He knew this voice, Leng Haotian!
By the way, he is Feng Linxue's husband, so the little boy at his feet is their son?
Leng Yunting frowned and looked at the ball stuck in the gap. He had just shaken Qin Yishu's legs and begged him for help. But in front of his father, he immediately flattered his mouth and didn't want to beg him.
This father and son seem to have a grudge since childhood. They are born with disagreements, so Xiao Yunting doesn't get close to his father, so he likes to stick to his mother.