In the evening, Ye Jiaqi took them for a walk in the square.

On the brightly lit streets, cars come and go.

The square is very lively. On the large electronic screen are advertisements for Chanel's flagship models of the season. In the center of the square is a beautiful musical fountain.

Music sounds and fountains rise and fall.

Cheng Yuzhi was afraid of strong winds at night, so he brought a shawl to Ye Jiaqi.

Ye Jiaqi and Xiang Leitian walked side by side in the square, chatting casually.

I have to say that her father is very thoughtful, and many of his design ideas are surprising to her.

No wonder he was the top designer in Beijing more than 20 years ago.

As they walked, Ye Jiaqi saw that Fang Cheng was missing.

"Acheng." Ye Jiaqi called out.

As a result, when she turned around, she saw Fang Cheng playing with a child.

Fang Cheng bought a balloon for the blond, blue-eyed three or four-year-old boy.

"How old are you?" Fang Cheng squatted on the ground and looked at the curly-haired little boy with a smile.

Fang Cheng changed into a hooded white sweatshirt at night. He looked like a college student, very sunny and generous.

Only then did Ye Jiaqi realize that he also had two shallow dimples when he smiled, but they were not as obvious as hers.

It seems that both their siblings inherited this from their mother.

The little boy raised four fingers: "Four years old."

Fang Cheng laughed even harder. The little guy could speak Chinese, but he didn't think of him as Korean or Japanese.

"Do you like balloons?" Fang Cheng stroked his furry little head.

"I like it. It would be better if I have another one. I also have a sister."

"Okay, uncle will buy you another one."

"Thank you, big brother."

After Fang Cheng heard this, he felt even happier. He stood up again and bought a balloon for the little boy.

At this moment, the little guy was holding two balloons in his hand, not to mention how happy he was.

Ye Jiaqi smiled. The Fang Cheng now was really different from the Fang Cheng in the past. She hoped that his memory would never recover.

Those things in the past were a scourge to him. Since they were a scourge, he shouldn't think about them again.

Unexpectedly, Fang Cheng was quite patient. He sat on the bench with the children and started chatting, sometimes in English and sometimes in Chinese.

This American child likes this big brother very much and giggles from time to time.

Ye Jiaqi also walked over and asked with a smile, "Do you like children?"

"Well, children are cute, aren't they?"

"Yes, very cute." Ye Jiaqi smiled.

Fang Cheng is really different from before, or in other words, this is the most real him.

In the past, he even hurt Qiao Chengfan and made Qiao Chengfan cry.

She clearly remembers slapping him.

However, what is past is past.

"Do you like boys or girls?" Ye Jiaqi asked.

"Hmm...anything is fine, as long as it's cute."

"Then do you think the baby in my belly will be cute?" Ye Jiaqi asked with a smile.

"Of course, if my sister is so beautiful, the child must be beautiful and cute."

Ye Jiaqi touched his belly tenderly: "The main reason is that your brother-in-law is handsome, so your sister's children will be very good-looking in the future."

You can see it just by looking at the little sail, how beautiful it is.

"Then I'll take him to San Francisco more often, or I'll come to Chicago," Fang Cheng said.

"Okay, it's settled."

From now on we will be a family.
Chapter completed!