Hubby,love is so hard

But Ji Yan can't bear it. She still wants to take Yan Feng with her. That lovely and sensitive child, if she doesn't take him, he promises cleverly on the surface, but he will wipe tears secretly in the invisible corner. For him, Ji Yan is the pillar of his world.

Shang Jin frowns deeply. Ji Yan's stubborn strength is too clear for him. However, if he says so, he will surely bring the wind of speech.

But... The world of two!

"Well, take the wind of words." Shang Jin deep chin on her head, enjoying every moment of warmth.

The snow outside was still in full swing, swirling several times in mid air and falling into the wet land.

"Well," Ji Yan stood on tiptoe to kiss the corner of his mouth, with a smile in her eyes, "shall we go to New York first?"

Shang Jin nodded and agreed. She put her lips on her forehead and gave her a kiss. She liked it.

New York, Los Angeles.

People say that Wall Street in New York is the center of capital and power, while Washington, the capital, is the center of power. Cities are in a hurry, coming and going, which is the epitome of the busy world.

Here, every day, there are people rising, there are people falling, here is the paradise of money and desire.

However, New York's winter is undoubtedly beautiful, beautiful soul stirring, pure white world, covered with the dark money.

"Mom, can I play together?" Yan Feng excitedly points to an open place in front of him. Several children are playing sledge. It's exciting and thrilling.

Ji Yan looked, resolutely refused, "no way."

Not only is he afraid of danger, but Yan Feng is not old enough. This activity is not suitable for him for the moment.

Yanfeng drooped his face and nodded obediently. Then he looked up and asked, "can I make a snowman?"

The three stayed in a simple European style hotel, with a strong Renaissance charm. The streets were paved with blue bricks, and the irregular arrangement had a casual aesthetic feeling. There were white snow on both sides, and there were ready-made materials for making snowmen.

Nodding, Ji Yan takes his hand and finds a clean place to pile with him.

Shang Jinshen was responsible for kneading the snow into large and small groups and placing them in front of them for their choice.

A family of three, with the same red scarf hanging around her neck, Ji Yan is a beige freshman, knee length, brown high-heeled shoes, elegant and slim. Both father and son have the same black coat, and they all have a good look. They gradually attract several children who play sledding.

"Can I play with you?" The little girl's white cheeks were red with cold. She had a good time and her eyes were shining.

"Well, yes." Yan Feng handed her a snowball, without any shyness, "you use this to make a head for it."

"Yes, yes." The girl nodded, no matter what Yanfeng said, she felt very powerful.

He teaches the little girl how to do it hand in hand. Ji Yan looks funny. She is half hanged. How can she be so confident and dare to teach others.

Shang Jin deeply saw that he had company, so he just put his arms around Ji Yan and sat down on the chair to one side, watching them play.

"Do you think Yanfeng will find a foreign girlfriend in the future?" Ji Yan looks at a group of children who are having a good time and can't help asking.

Yan Feng speaks English well, has a generous personality, and has a good time with foreign children. When he grows up, will he like more Chinese girls or foreign girls?

Jiyan think long-term, in he did not know what is love age, has thought of his future love.

As time goes by, it seems that in a twinkling of an eye, he has grown so big. Ji Yan has the most experience in Yanfeng about the emotion of time.

"I don't know." Shang Jinshen tells the truth. Ji Yan leans on his shoulder and smiles when she hears his answer. It's hard to say what she feels. It's just that this man sometimes doesn't understand the amorous feelings and is a little cute.

At this time, understand the people all know as a mother sad mood, but he, said is the heart of the big truth.

Just like him, after you fall in love, you find that what you are looking for is not the lover you dreamed of when you were young, but the one you will still dream of when you grow up.

Love is not a choice, but an encounter.

"But he'd better get married early and move out early so as not to disturb us." Shang Jin Shen said it seriously and impolitely. He didn't taboo Ji Yan at all.

Thanks to his adoption by Ji Yan, if he had been born by himself, he would have left him in the custody of his parents who recuperated abroad.

They are old and afraid of loneliness. They just send them to make them happy.

He didn't mention his parents for a long time. Shang Jinshen couldn't miss them. He just felt that he was not a qualified son and couldn't give them the care they wanted.

Ji Yan just wants to get angry, feeling his mood mutation, looking up, his eyes are rare confusion, seems to be separated by a layer of sand fog, don't know what to think.

Silence, Ji Yan does not disturb him, let him immersed in his thoughts.

They are silent. Shang Jin Shen's hands touch her soft hair consciously. Ji Yan moves to a comfortable position and lies on his chest, enjoying the warmth of the winter sun.

Suddenly, a body jumped over, followed by a little girl.

"Mom, mom, will you lend us your scarf?" Yan Feng's face was red. Of course, it was not blushing, but being blown red. "We're going to wear scarves for the snowman."

Behind the little girl also opened a pair of bright eyes, followed by nodding.

Ji Yan straightens up, only to find that his neck is bare and has been slightly red with cold.

"OK, here you are." Ji Yan takes off her scarf and hands it to him. Then she gets up and zips up the top for him. That's when he leaves.

After the speech wind thanks mother, another gust of wind ran away.

Ji Yan looks funny. After all, she is a child. She thinks about simple things all day. It's nice to be carefree.

"You are too used to him." Shang Jin Shen pulled her into his arms, dissatisfied with her practice.

Taking off her scarf and tucking it around her neck, Ji Yan takes a deep breath. Her nose is full of his smell, dry and warm.

"Occasionally." Ji Yan pulled the corner of her mouth, nose slightly red, cheek rubbed against his neck, laughing happily.

Indeed, occasionally, and although Yanfeng is young, she has her own sense of propriety and excessive sensibility. Therefore, she will satisfy his occasional request, even if it is picking the stars and the moon.

This occasional childishness is really rare and valuable. She prefers him to be a real child, just like an ordinary child, making noise all day long, bothering her and worrying her.

At the door of the hotel, he made a snowman in the morning until he was about to have lunch. Yanfeng was reluctant to be his little companion. He turned back three times in one step, and tears almost came out.