During the few days in London, Ye Jiaqi followed Qiao Chengfan every step of the way.

That way, as if she was afraid that he would get lost.

Qiao Chengfan likes Ye Jiaqi very much. Even if he is with Ye Jiaqi every day, he never gets tired of it.

They go shopping together, eat together, stack blocks together, do crafts together...

Ye Jiaqi also taught him how to make bread in the oven. Qiao Chengfan was very smart and could learn it as soon as he learned it.

That intelligence was indeed inherited from Josnian.

There were many interesting places in the manor, and they stayed here for several days.

In her free time, she and Qiao Chengfan would sit on the large balcony and bask in the sun.

Qiao Chengfan was lying barefoot on the carpet playing with toys, while Ye Jiaqi was sitting on the wicker chair on the balcony knitting a sweater.

The years are quiet and the time is peaceful.

The sun shines in from the balcony, and everything on the balcony looks quiet and beautiful.

There is a long-lost feeling of home.

Everything in her dream was consistent.

Qiao Chengfan makes a lot of noises and likes to crawl around on the carpet.

"Qiqi, when I'm with my master, he doesn't allow me to play like this." Qiao Chengfan complained aggrievedly.

When he feels wronged, she feels distressed.

"With Qiqi, you can play whatever you want." Ye Jiaqi looked at him fondly.

Ye Jiaqi felt even more distressed when he thought of what Qiao Chengfan had experienced in the past.

Especially the time when Bifang Ya was kidnapped, the little guy stood tremblingly on the Ferris wheel, with the sharp knife pressed against his neck.

She doesn't regret replacing the little guy with herself.

"Qiqi, I miss my dad, I want to see him..." the little guy said while playing with the train, his little mouth pursed.

"He is very busy. When he is done, he will come to see you."

"I'm afraid he really won't want me."

"No, he loves you very much."

"Then when will he finish his work? When..."

When...Ye Jiaqi didn't know.

Ye Jiaqi was knitting a sweater with a dazed look in his eyes.

If Chengfan is really her little bastard, her baby, and that person doesn't tell her, he must only want the child, not her...

It doesn't matter, I don't want her if I don't want her, she doesn't expect to be with him, and she really doesn't deserve to be his wife.

However, when it comes to finding a stepmother for her baby, have you considered her feelings?

What her feelings were, he had never considered it, had he?

He loves Chengfan so much, he will never give Chengfan to her...even if he has another child in the future, he will never give Chengfan to her.

The sun shone in from the balcony, and her long eyelashes were covered with a layer of crystal water, which was light and faint.

Ye Jiaqi lowered his head and stopped knitting.

"Qiqi!" The little guy sat on the fluffy carpet, raised his innocent little face, and looked at her with bright eyes.

"Ah..." Ye Jiaqi came to his senses and turned around.

The little guy smiled at her, showing two rows of white teeth.

A smile is contagious.

Ye Jiaqi also smiled: "What are you calling Qiqi for?"

"It's nothing, I just want to call you."

"Then call me 'Mom', okay?"

"Okay, Mom!" The little guy didn't hesitate. In her eyes, Ye Jiaqi was like his mother, the mother he longed for day and night!

This sweet sound made Ye Jiaqi's heart melt.

She stared blankly at the little guy's clean and pure face and smiled.

The heart feels like a clear spring flowing, ding-ding-dong-dong, soothing and smooth.
Chapter completed!