Chapter two thousand nine hundred and sixty-five, the gauntlet to the father
"Happy birthday, happy birthday..."&1t;/p>
Outside the window.&1t;/p>
Under the dark sky, the quiet and cold wind whistled by, and the world of thousands of miles began to rise.&1t;/p>
…&1t;/p>
The next day.&1t;/p>
Four o'clock in the morning.&1t;/p>
A small figure opened his eyes, turned his head, stared at the quiet and cute little face beside him for a while.&1t;/p>
He got out of bed quietly, put on his clothes, turned his head before leaving the door, looked at the man who was looking at him, and whispered: "Dad, when I come back, let's have a fight with me."&1t;/p>
This is—&1t;/p>
A letter of war between father and son!&1t;/p>
Qi Ye had a cigarette between his white fingers, and his eyes were strange; "See your ability."&1t;/p>
Xiao Yechen smiled sharply and walked out.&1t;/p>
The moment his small figure disappeared, Ye Weilan, who was "sleeping", turned over, hugged Qi Ye's waist, buried her face in his chest, and trembled with her hands.&1t;/p>
Qi Ye patted her back lightly and comforted her silently.&1t;/p>
Xiao Yechen will leave, and everyone except Xiaoxue knows it.&1t;/p>
If Xiaoxue is awake, she will definitely cry and entangle.&1t;/p>
Xiao Yechen didn't want to see his sister's tears, so he had to choose to leave at this time.&1t;/p>
…&1t;/p>
Leaving the warm home and walking into the darkness, the howling wind and snow almost blow his body down and shave away.&1t;/p>
A dark shadow appeared silently beside him, blocking the snowflakes with his slender body.&1t;/p>
"I'm really not nostalgic at all?" Shadow asked, his voice in the wind and snow, and he could hardly hear it clearly.&1t;/p>
Xiao Yechen's spine was straight, and his dark eyes fell into the unknown darkness ahead. After a long time, he said something, "Mommy is pregnant."&1t;/p>
Although Ye Weilan covered up very well and Xiaoxue didn't mention it at all, her behavior of subconsciously protecting her abdomen in some small details still did not escape Xiao Yechen's eyes.&1t;/p>
Shadow pauses.&1t;/p>
Xiao Yechen's delicate little face was as cold as ice: "If this baby gave birth to a son, I will never worry about it from now on."&1t;/p>
Family ties, blood ties that cannot be separated.&1t;/p>
Twist him and her.&1t;/p>
If there is another son, can he divert Ye Weilan's attention and fill her injured heart? Will his burden be lighter?&1t;/p>
When hatred has turned into ashes and love cannot be loved, staying away is the best choice.&1t;/p>
Xiao Yechen's first reaction to know that Ye Weilan was pregnant was not angry, but relieved.&1t;/p>
He really hopes that Ye Weilan has a son.&1t;/p>
He will not be jealous, nor will he be envious.&1t;/p>
From now on, he can do whatever he wants alone.&1t;/p>
Shadow looked at the child with straight back. He was still a five-year-old child. Why did he live such a desolate state of mind?&1t;/p>
"Uncle Shadow, I don't want it, there will be a second time." Xiao Yechen's voice came again through the wind and snow.&1t;/p>
Shadow is silent.&1t;/p>
He naturally knew what Xiao Yechen was talking about.&1t;/p>
Although Xiaoxue said that Ye Weilan was completely surprised to find him.&1t;/p>
However, it was Shadow who suggested that he come here.&1t;/p>
He has always had contact with Qi Ye, and Xiao Yechen also knows this.&1t;/p>
Facing the cold storm in the middle of the night, two figures, one tall and one short, quickly disappeared into the darkness.&1t;/p>
…&1t;/p>
On the balcony.&1t;/p>
Ye Weilan stood there barefoot, looking at the little shadow, step by step away from her sight, his heart was as if he was cut by a knife.&1t;/p>
She wanted to scream loudly, pounce on her and beg Xiaojiu not to leave.&1t;/p>
But—&1t;/p>
Xiao Yechen's intention to leave was decided. If Xiaoxue could not keep him, there would be no one in this world who could keep him.&1t;/p>
:,,!!&1t;/p>
Chapter completed!