"Sister Yaoyao!"
"Sister Yaoyao, we are coming to see you! Are you ready, no ducks!"
Two little radishes rushed in scrambling to be the first.
One left and one right threw themselves into Song Yaoyao's arms.
"Tongtong! Xiaoye! Don't be frizzy! How many times have I told you, you have to call Auntie."
"Mom! I've said it many times!" Tongtong wrinkled her nose and retorted childishly with her hips on her hips, "I don't want to call Sister Yaoyao old! She is a sister and will always be a sister!"
Lin Shuang held her forehead and decided not to argue with the child: "... Yaoyao, are you better?"
"It's all right, sister Lin Shuang, why do you come here when you have time?"
Lin Shuang smiled gently. She looked at Song Yaoyao with gratitude, "I should have come a long time ago. It's just that you went to the filming crew and left for two months. Xiaoye couldn't leave. Thank you, Yaoyao."
If it wasn't for Song Yaoyao, she wouldn't dare to imagine how she would survive without Xiao Ye.
Xiao Ye felt that his mother was depressed, so he walked up to Lin Shuang, put his arms around her waist, and comforted her in his own way.
Song Yaoyao rolled her eyelids.
"You're welcome, no matter who it is, I will save it."
Children are always innocent.
She waved to Xiao Ye, "Xiao Ye, come here."
"Go."
Lin Shuang realized what Song Yaoyao was going to do, and immediately patted Xiao Ye on the back, signaling him to go to Song Yaoyao's side.
Song Yaoyao held Xiao Ye's arm, put her two fingers together, and lightly rested on his wrist.
After half a minute, she let go.
Lin Shuang immediately asked nervously, "How is it?"
"Sister Lin Shuang, take it easy."
Song Yaoyao was funny, "Since the doctor let Xiaoye leave the hospital, it proves that Xiaoye's body has recovered, but she is a little weak. Children, just eat more delicious tonics."
"That's different."
Lin Shuang's eyes were red, and she took Song Yaoyao's hand, "I only trust you now."
Without Song Yaoyao, she would have fallen into hell.
It was Song Yaoyao who gave her a hand.
In Lin Shuang's heart, Song Yaoyao is the light—
The bright little sun that always shines.
terrace.
At the table, two tall and handsome men were sitting idle.
"Decided?"
The man lowered his eyes, gently stroked the plain ring on his finger, and gave a low "hmm".
He looked into the distance, sitting on the edge of the terrace, he could have a panoramic view of the whole manor.
In the small garden downstairs, a slender girl was sitting on a wooden chair, and the light wrapped her up softly. Beside her, the little loli in a beautiful tutu skirt held the skirt and spun around in circles, performing a dance performance.
Along with the melodious and sweet laughter, she will give face applause.
Lin Shuang stood aside, her lips curved slightly, and she looked at the child with maternal love in her eyes.
The breeze is gentle and the picture is beautiful.
Yi Ting smiled lowly, his eyes fell on Lin Shuang.
Joking, "Mu Jing always complained to me, saying that you are a female insulator, and you have never had a relationship with women in this life. You are a monk with hair and practice, with a pure heart. I used to think so, and I am firm about it. did not expect-"
Huo Yunque pursed his lips, "Yeah, I didn't expect that."
How did it fall into the hands of a little girl
"This is the fate."
Yi Ting sighed, "It's like me and Lin Shuang. In fact, it's luck to meet the right person. Especially people like us."
He didn't speak anymore, quietly looking at the beautiful picture downstairs.
As if infected by their relaxed and cheerful atmosphere, the corners of his eyes and brows were stained with tenderness.