Daddy, Here Is Mommy

Nan Huaijin looks at him with deep affection in her eyes.

I haven't seen you for a long time. The child has lost a lot of weight.

"Second uncle..."

When Bo Yunfei opened his mouth, his voice was no longer green and moist, but a little hoarse in the low magnetic field.

Call, no longer intimate, with a deep sense of alienation.

"Yunfei, sit down."

Nan Huaijin gets up, goes to the reception sofa and signals him to sit down.

"Well. Good. "

Bo Yunfei nodded his head and walked over.

As he sat down, the sofa didn't have much ups and downs.

This child is really too thin.

Seeing this, Nan Huaijin is deeply distressed. He had no children and had no intention of entering the palace of marriage. The child sitting next to him is the future of the Bo family.

Although he is Bo Yuheng's son, his character and conduct are quite different.

Outsiders look at him and think he is more like Nan Huaijin.

"Ali, go and give Yunfei those snacks..."

Nan Huaijin turned her head and gave an order to Ali.

"Yes."

Ali went out immediately.

"Yunfei, why don't you tell the second uncle when you come back. The second uncle can send someone to pick you up."

Nan Huaijin is concerned.

"Second uncle, I want to see my sister."

Thin cloud flying end is sitting, hands twisted together, look a little nervous.

When he spoke, he looked at Nan Huaijin with clear black and white eyes, showing alienation and coldness.

"Good."

Nan Huaijin didn't refuse. She was gentle enough to agree with him.

"Thank you, uncle."

Bo Yunfei pursed his lips, which was a guest's airway.

"Yunfei..."

Nan Huaijin looked at his stiff and alienated appearance, and felt very uncomfortable in her heart.

This child has been close to him since he was born. Therefore, Bo Yuheng once joked to him. "This is not my son, but your son."

Now, he is strange to him.

When he asked, he answered with trepidation and caution.

In the end, power blocks everything.

"Master Yunfei..."

Ali came in with Bo Yunfei's favorite dim sum and red pomelo tea in his hand.

"Yunfei, have a taste..."

Nan Huaijin squints her eyes and says warm to the thin clouds.

"Uncle, when can I see my sister?"

Seeing his favorite snacks and tea, Bo Yunfei did not show any emotion, nor did he take it.

Inside a way. "Why is the child so rusty?"

"When would you like to see you?"

Nan Huaijin is in a bad mood. She leans back and her voice is low.

"As soon as possible."

Bo Yunfei blinked and moved his eyes away.

"Tomorrow, is that ok?"

Nan Huaijin slowed down her speech speed and her voice became more peaceful.

He asked Bo Yunfei so that he had given up his status as the leader and elder of the Bo family.

If someone else, how could they have such treatment.

"Good."

When he got the reply, Bo Yunfei got up.

"Thank you, uncle."

With that, he bowed deeply to Nan Huaijin.

"Yunfei, if you need anything else, just tell the second uncle."

That kind of action, like a sharp knife gouging out Nan Huaijin's heart.

This kid, I hate him.

"I will."

Bo Yunfei's response is somewhat unexpected to Nan Huaijin. If it had been, he would not have been so direct.

Such changes make Nan Huaijin more worried.

"Second uncle, I'll go first."

"Well, go ahead."

Nan Huaijin watched him leave, the rest of the corner of his eyes swept down on the dim sum and red pomelo tea that Ali brought.

He didn't make a move.

"King, master Yunfei, he is..."

Ali sent Bo Yunfei out of the door and turned back.

"Well, the child has a heavy heart..."

Nan Huaijin sighs heavily, and her eyebrows ache faintly. He stretched out his hand and pinched it. My brain is getting heavier.

"How can you untie the child's heart knot?"

"Wang Shang, do you want to find a psychologist to enlighten him?"

Ali twisted his eyebrows and suggested.

"The master in the temple can't help him, I'm afraid..."

There is a red mark between Nan Huaijin's eyebrows. Heart, but left a scar.

"The psychologist is more professional..."

"Then you can arrange it. You must ask his permission for it."Nan Huaijin thought about it and agreed.

"King, I will arrange it now?"

Bo Yunfei is suddenly cold to Nan Huaijin, and Ali feels very cold.

He saw how good Nan Huaijin was to Bo Yunfei.

Is it true that all he has done is not equal to blood?

Bo Yunfei will soon be 18 years old. He should be able to distinguish right from wrong.

Can't he understand which is right or wrong in the "brother fight" between Bo Yuheng and Nan Huaijin?

"Go ahead..."

Nan Huaijin waved to him.

Ali's back was tense and he went out.

……

Weihai.

He Lanxi called Gu nianshi and walked out of the Yilan courtyard.

There was a thin mist in the sky.

Open red kapok shrouded in mist, warm color suddenly darkened a lot.

"Young master..."

Xiao Ba came up with a black umbrella in his hand.

"Little eight, no need."

He Lanxi shook his head gently.

"Young master, it looks like it's going to rain soon. It's better to fight."

Xiaoba insisted on holding up the umbrella, and the umbrella face was completely in the direction of he Lanxi. He himself was completely in the rain and fog.

"Xiao Ba, you go back. I want to walk alone."

He Lanxi looked at him sideways, and his warm eyes lost their original luster.

He seldom has such a moment.

"Young master, take your umbrella with you. Wait a moment, really..."

Before he finished his eight words, he Lanxi had already moved forward.

Sea breeze blowing, rain fell on his hair, fell on his shoulder.

Visible to the naked eye, the wet meaning is getting deeper and deeper.

"Young master, this..."

Xiaoba stood in the same place, holding the black umbrella, and his green face showed deep uneasiness.

He can clearly feel that the whole person of helanxi has changed a lot these two days. His brow never relaxed. More and more things.

"Alas..."

Xiao Ba sighed helplessly, took up the umbrella and quietly followed him.

In a few minutes.

The sky began to drizzle.

Didi dada

The road broke through one small splash after another.

He Lanxi's hair tips began to drip down, and the vamp was wet a lot.

"Young master..."

Xiao Ba can't help but run to his side.

He quickly opened his umbrella.

Raindrops hit the umbrella, making a crisp sound.

He Lanxi's feet stagnated for a while, leaning his head, he made a cold voice.

"Didn't you go back?"

"Young master, you will get sick in this way?"

Small eight tight open road.

"It's ok..."

He Lanxi's face was clear and moist, and his lips rose slightly.

"Young master, you are not in good health. You can't get wet..."

“……”

He Lanxi pursed his lips and went on.

Xiao Ba kept up with him.

The rain was pouring on him. It was a little cold.