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It was the pimple on her heart. Cheng Anya would not allow anyone to hurt him even a hair, but the one who hurt him the most was herself.
She clearly remembered that when Ning Ning asked her, there was a little bit of resentment in her eyes.
He is a gifted child, and his IQ has been higher than that of ordinary children since he was a child. However, at the age of three, he was still too young after all, and he was only slightly more sensitive than other children.
He was misled by other children and thought it was his mother's fault that he didn't have a father, so he would inevitably feel resentful in his heart.[
It was at that time that Cheng Anya told him that his father was dead, and she also broke up a tragic and bloody drama in which parents fell in love, the man was hit by a car and died, and the woman raised the child alone for love.
Ning Ning never asked about her father again.
It has been really hard for Cheng Anya to raise her children by herself these past few years, studying, working, earning her own tuition fees, and Ningning's milk powder money.
In that part of the UK, you can eat people without spitting out their bones, and she was in London, where the consumption was extremely high. When she was at her hardest, she had an average of less than 4 hours of rest every day for a year.
When Ning Ning grew up, she also knew how to be considerate of Cheng Anya's hard work. As she grew older, the child's IQ also increased proportionally, and her "personality" became staggeringly strong.
The topic of single-parent children could no longer hurt him, and the mother and son naturally ignored the man who was absent from their lives.
Cheng Anya felt a little awkward now that dad, a topic they had ignored for several years, was suddenly brought up. This lie was too much. She would have told Ning Ning that her dad was going to Mars.
At least I can come back.
I don’t know if it’s too late to talk about resurrection now.
Cheng Anya actually didn't want Third Master Ye to know about Ning Ning's existence, but she also didn't want to lie to Ning Ning.
Damn, tangled.
"Ning Ning, have you ever seen someone resurrected?"
"I've seen it before." Ning Ning was very calm.
Cheng Anya, Mo, and Ning Ning added, "On TV."
Ye Fan, let’s talk about it someday when you meet my son. I don’t want to struggle with this issue anymore.
"Forget it, let's stop talking, honey. Next time, tell the female classmate chasing you that you like chocolate." Cheng Anya tore off the beautifully wrapped paper and threw the chocolate into her mouth.
tasty!
It is only natural that a son should respect his mother.
"I know, Mommy, what else do you like to eat? Come up with something difficult. I'll give it a try." Ning Ning shook her head and smiled.[
He likes mothers like this, who are obsessed with money, scheming, and occasionally a bit stupid.
"durian."
Ning Ning's eyes twitched, "...Mommy, have you ever seen anyone express love to a boy with durian?"
"So let me practice it. Deng Xiaoping once said that practice is the only criterion for testing truth."
"I got it!" Ning Ning accepted the challenge calmly, kissed her on the face, and said with a smile, "Mommy, actually sometimes you are really not stupid."
After saying that, I squinted at Cheng Anya with a please don't worry, because you are my mommy, so I don't dislike your elegant expression.
