At 8:30 in the evening, Xi Lanting went to Ding's house to pick up Yun Qiao.
He drove here himself.
The Dings held their child in their arms, sent Yun Qiao to the door, and said hello to Xi Lanting.
"...Come over and play when you have time." Miss Ding said.
Yun Qiao: "Okay. Then I'll get married, and you and Yingying will go to the wedding together."
Mrs. Ding agreed wholeheartedly.
Xi Lanting glanced at her.
Mrs. Ding was a little nervous, but she found that his eyes only turned to the child.
Ding Yingying is not as noisy and lively as children. She is quiet and reserved, but she is precocious and smart.
So sometimes she behaved too calmly, and the Dings didn't take it seriously. They just thought that the child was gifted and had an unusual personality.
At this moment, the little girl seemed shy, hugging Mrs. Ding's neck and burying her head deeply.
Mrs. Ding couldn't help but laugh.
After Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting left, Mrs. Ding shared the incident with her husband: "Yingying was so shy when she saw the handsome man."
Ding Zicong was also very surprised: "Really? Yingying can be shy? Yingying likes Xi Qiye like that?"
Ding Yingying: "No."
"It doesn't matter, dad works hard to make money and saves a lot of money for you. You can hire whatever kind of uncle you want in the future." Ding Zicong said with a smile, "My daughter has a discerning eye."
"Stop talking nonsense, how much money can you make? It's your duty to make dad angry. In the future, it's the right way to inherit more family property." Miss Ding joked from the side.
Ding Zicong: "You don't need me, just Yingying is enough. Our father has never seen the world, and he was coaxed around by Yingying."
Ding Yingying: "..."
In this family of three, who is the child?
The Ding family loved their daughter very much, and Ding Zicong even threw her up and down to play with her before going to bed.
Ding Yingying does not live with her parents. She sleeps in the warm pavilion in her parents' bedroom - a small space in the bedroom with a heater underneath. In the past, the female relatives of wealthy families would embroider in winter, but now her father is away from get off work. A place to write manuscripts.
There is a little distance between it and the bed, connected to the rear window.
At midnight, everyone fell asleep, and Ding Yingying opened her eyes.
The baby has short arms and legs, and is soft and small, which often makes her unsteady. The baby's tongue is also clumsy, and it takes a long time to understand some words. The baby's eyes also take time to see clearly.
She is not used to it, but her parents and wet nurse take good care of her, so she doesn't need to rely on herself.
Late at night, a gust of wind blew by, and a dark red figure fell on the courtyard wall.
Ding Yingying looked at him, speechless.
The tall man carried her out of the window.
The night wind was very cold, but he easily climbed over the wall and landed in the darkness of the back garden.
"You saw Yun Qiao today, what did you tell her?" the man asked her.
Ding Yingying was wrapped in his arms and felt waves of bone-crushing coldness.
"Didn't say anything," she said.
His voice was childish and his breath control was not steady.
"Yingying, your feelings for her are always deeper than mine." The man smiled softly.
Ding Yingying was held in someone's hand, and she might "die" in the next moment, but she was already very calm: "She is my mother, father. It was she who hatched me with her own life."
"It's a good thing to be grateful." The man smiled, "But without me, how could you get this baby's body?"
Her reincarnation is often accompanied by two lives, and rarely succeeds; this time, Yun Qiao happened to be there, which allowed her to be born smoothly.
And all that seemed to be a coincidence, but someone secretly fueled the situation and led Yun Qiao to that position.
"Father, I am grateful to you. But I have given everything that should be given to you." The child's voice was tender and soft, "If you are an enemy of my mother, I will kill you."
The child's voice is soft and cute, but a little unclear. It's really fun.