The sun sets west, and the mother and son are happier and happier the more they play.
Later, Deng Liang brought Yan Mubei's phone number over, and he coaxed him around the phone before he invited the person back.
That night, they stayed on the snow-capped mountains.
Sitting in the bedroom with a fireplace, Yan Mubei hugged her left and right, and the three of them covered the same blanket, each playing their own small games.
Of course, Boss Yan doesn't play games, and his computer will always have only files and accounting reports.
Colin lay down while playing and fell asleep.
The red light of firewood shone on his little face, making people feel urge to kiss him.
Lin Qianqian reached out to stroke her son's face, put her head on the man's shoulder, and her eyes were gentle: "I used to think that he was more like you, or more like me?"
Hearing her words, Yan Mubei closed the computer and placed it beside her, reached out to put it together with her shoulders, lowered her head and kissed her face.
"Because I dare not let my family and you know, I have been hiding him carefully, so no one told me whether he looks like when I was a child." Lin Qianqian looked up at him and kissed him back: "Sometimes
I think he is so naughty, always bullying Beety and loves to dismantle things, so I should be more like you."
Yan Mubei looked at his son, and his facial features were very beautiful and delicate.
If you look closely, his lips look like himself, and his black eyes look like Lin Qianqian, and it is not so obvious elsewhere.
He thought that his son would grow up later, so that he could tell who he looked more like.
But no matter who he looks like, he is so happy.
Lin Qianqian said: "That day, Sister Zhi called me and I told her about Colin, and then she said... It turned out that she had already seen it half a year ago."
Yan Mubei couldn't help but be surprised: "What did you see?"
"I saw that Colin was your child, and she said Colin looked the same as you when you were a child." Lin Qianqian smiled: "I knew he looked more like you, both in terms of personality and appearance."
Yan Mubei was silent and looked at the fireplace in front of him.
The firewood was burned by charcoal fire, making a crisp sound of banging.
He remembered that when he was a child, he lived in Germany with his mother. One winter, the firewood at home was burned out, but someone sent it but never delivered it.
So in the evening, my mother picked up two big firewood outside under the heavy storm and snow.
He remembered it very clearly that his mother's face and lips turned white at that time.
Lin Qianqian pulled the corner of his clothes and said softly: "Tomorrow is the last day. Can we go see her? Let Colin meet her grandmother too."
Yan Mubei lowered his head and nodded gently.
...
The next morning, they got up early.
After breakfast, pack your luggage and leave the scenic snow-capped mountains.
The car came to the familiar street and came to the familiar building.
Deng Liang and two bodyguards followed, and the others were waiting for their appointments.
After entering the elevator, Yan Mubei's handsome face tensed and he became silent.
After leaving the elevator, Deng Liang walked in front of him. He stopped in front of one of the doors and rang the doorbell.
Yan Yongzhi seemed to be waiting behind the door. When the door bell fell, she pulled the door open. When she saw the person coming, she couldn't help but feel excited.
Then in this excitement, her face instantly turned into surprise: "Your feet...?"
The man replied to her lightly: "I just suffered a little bit of injury and will heal soon."