God, don't be so arrogant

Chapter 225

"I didn't mean to make you sad, really, you believe me."

"I... It's the first time I saw a portrait of Mommy, I... I can't hold it in."

Listening to Ji Xiaomo's explanation, Ningxia's tears flowed even more fiercely. How can such a considerate and sensible child not make people feel distressed.

"Fool, what are you talking about? I'm not crying for your father, I'm crying for you."

"You are such an obedient child, God should give you all the happiness."

Ning Xia never knew that a child could think differently in a short period of time and comfort others thoughtfully.

Ji Xiaomo looked into Ning Xia's eyes in disbelief, she... doesn't she seem to like Daddy?
How could she not feel sad for what she just said?

"You... Are you telling the truth?" Ji Xiaomo tightly grasped Ning Xia's hand, nervously waiting for her answer.

Ning Xia nodded heavily, "Xiao Mo, let's go out, if your father finds out that we ran around, what if..."

"I don't, I want to look at Mommy's painting again, and I want to keep her appearance in my mind." Before the end of the story, he nodded his head very seriously.

Ning Xia lovingly touched Ji Xiaomo's head, "Fool, it's not difficult if you want to remember the appearance, don't we have mobile phones? We can take pictures."

Ji Xiaomo shook his head firmly.

"Little stepmother, I don't! I'm not stupid. I want to see her every frown and smile by myself. I want to use my brain to remember all her appearance. Little stepmother, you can go with me."

The two walked slowly towards the center of the canvas, watching Ji Xiaomo carefully go through one painting after another, Ningxia's eyes became moist again.

"Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three springs."

But he, Ji Xiaomo, has never been taken care of by that woman, and he has never stopped thinking about her at this time, maybe this is the true nature of mother and child.

Ning Xia looked at the painting in front of her in confusion, feeling indescribable feelings in her heart.

That feeling, just like the bitter coffee and coptis that day mixed together, every stroke of the painting seemed to be infused with magic power, and Ningxia burst into tears watching it.

She didn't know, and she didn't know why she felt distressed inexplicably, and why she shed tears inexplicably.

However, if you feel distressed, you will feel distressed, and if you shed tears, you will shed tears. Ning Xia can only shake her head helplessly.

Ning Xia forced herself not to look at the woman in the painting, but when she turned her head, she saw a clean white door.

After walking two steps, only to find that there is a halo on the door lock. You want to know that this door must be opened frequently, so it is shiny.

Gently pushing open the door, snowy white came into view, and there were a few scattered photos of Ji Lingfeng and that woman hanging on the wall.

The difference is that every photo is full of sweetness, every photo is full of happiness, and every photo is full of happiness.

Ningxia had never seen Ji Lingfeng who was like a spring breeze, and Ji Lingfeng who was as tender as water was something she had never seen in Ningxia.

Just the picture can have such an expression, if you see their original appearance, it must be better than all the world.

The buds of jealousy in my heart, like weeds, grew wildly at this moment.

Suddenly, Ningxia thought of what Ji Lingfeng once said.

He said that his indifference and enthusiasm for her was to let her know that he had a place for her in his heart.

(End of this chapter)