Maybe after a while, Yin Siqi wanted to behave well. The little gentlemanly style was really good and it was so intimate that people couldn't love it.
"Does mom like it?" Yin Siqi's face turned red and she looked tired.
It is definitely not easy for a four-year-old child to play the piano and play it well, at least I won’t, sweat.
"I like it, Siqi is so amazing, even my mother can't compare to her."
I can't compare with him, although it's a bit ashamed.
"Haha" Yin Siqi started to scrutinize, as if very happy for his efforts to get a positive answer.
However, his hand looks and posture are very similar to his desire to throw himself into my arms and let me hug him.
After all, no matter how capable he is, he is just a child who is only two months away from being four years old.
Suddenly I remembered my childhood. Without the embrace of my mother, I still grew up step by step until now.
I said, "The baby is so brave. I will pick up the baby when my mother has time."
Although I am not my own son, Yin Yijie treats him like his own son. No matter whether he starts from him or Yin Yijie, I should love this child more.
If we worked hard for a long time and couldn't even protect Yin Yijie's baby nephew and had to endure so much, we would really feel sorry for ourselves.
Turning his head, I looked at Yin Yijie: Although Tan Tianjian is very powerful, we must also fulfill our responsibilities.
Yin Yijie's eyes became a little deeper, but a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his lips, and he nodded:
"I will solve the problem as soon as possible. Siqi, say goodbye to mom. It's time for you to learn French."
Yin Siqi grabbed her sleeve, her little face collapsed, and then pretended to be a little adult and said, "Mom, you need to rest early."
When the baby grows up, I will be with my mother every day. I don’t want my mother to work hard, it’s very tiring.”
I nodded repeatedly, it was fine if I was tired, but the key problem was that I couldn't bring this child back.
After hanging up the phone, Yin Yijie was a little unhappy and stared at me and my lower abdomen.
I was sweating, Yin Siqi, a child who said he wanted to be with his mother, where did he eat jealousy?
Then what, it doesn’t matter to my business if there is no movement in my lower abdomen. I said, “Isn’t Hu Lan in the United States…”