I really don't want a second marriage

But Han Qing doesn't feel that his mother is sorry for his father.

On the contrary, he blamed himself more, because if it weren't for him, his father might not die.

But things have happened. There is no if at all, and there is no way back.

So he took the responsibility of looking for his sister. When he found her, he was naturally good to her. He did his duty as a brother and gave her all his brother's love for his sister, his father's love for his sister and his mother's love for his sister.

Hearing this, Xiaoyan was not only shocked but also sad. She didn't expect that there was such a tortuous story.

What makes her more sad is that her feelings can't be controlled. Mrs. Han moved her true feelings for the childhood sweethearts who get along day and night, and then felt sorry for the dead. And Mu Zi's biological father, who paid so much, didn't know that the people around him had moved his heart, so he died with regret.

Of course, Han Qing is the most distressed.

He lost three relatives one after another, or the closest one. For him, it was a great blow and pain.

Thinking about it, Xiaoyan's eyes became moist. She stretched out her hand and hugged Han Qing hard.

"Why?" Han Qing asked her a little funny.

"In the future, I will warm you. My children and I will accompany you well. I want to grow old with you."

Han Qing didn't expect that she would hear her true confession when she told the past. For a moment, her heart was warm.

In fact, Han Qing has become less cold since he was with her.

In the past, except for being gentle in front of his sister, he was actually calm and didn't look like a normal person.

Now I live like a person, with temperature.

"Well, you can't break your promise, otherwise..." Han Qing paused, attached to Xiao Yan's ear in a very deep voice and said, "I won't let you go when I catch up with CaO in the underworld."

Because the two children are still young and Xiaoyan is very boring at home, Han Muzi often comes with Xiaodou sprouts. Eight months later, Xiaodou sprouts look more flexible than before. Her eyes are very like Han Muzi, and she will call her aunt, but she is stumbling and unclear. This is the result of Xiaoyan's teaching her many times.

The little girl looks very smart. Her eyes are water and smart. She seems to be able to talk. Just don't laugh. She will die when she smiles.

Because her smile is a little silly, but she likes to laugh.

Seeing Muzi again, Xiaoyan thought of what Han Muzi said to her, and thought that Muzi and Han Qing were not brothers and sisters of the same father and mother.

Although she will think of it, she won't break her mouth.

"Aunt, mommy and I, and Yaya, come to accompany you."

Compared with last year, Xiaomi bean is much taller and almost becomes a little adult. The tall one has a thin face and looks like wood and meat.

Xiaoyan bent down and pinched his cheek.

"Xiaomi bean, how can you grow a net without meat?"

Hearing this, Xiaomi bean showed a sad expression and whispered, "it's not ah Yan's aunt yet. There's no time for Xiaomi bean."

In the past, Xiaoyan really spoiled Xiaomi Dou, and Xiaomi Dou also liked her cooking, but Xiaomi Dou had eaten her cooking since she was pregnant.

I thought that when I became an aunt, I could see her every day and eat her meals every day. Who knows that it was different from what I thought.

Mommy was also occupied by his Bad Daddy, xiaodouya, either when daddy occupied it, but Yaya was his sister and should be spoiled by his brother, so she didn't care about Yaya.

But! That bastard daddy is really an bastard Daddy! Now Mommy is completely like him.

Xiaomi Dou was very unconvinced by yetingchen.

"Ouch." Xiaoyan couldn't help rubbing Xiaomi Dou's head and rubbing his hair: "I'm so angry. Can't my aunt cook delicious food for you today?"

Xiaomi Dou snorted and turned his head.

"Well, don't be angry. My aunt was pregnant and didn't care about you, but she didn't forget Xiaomi Dou. My aunt thinks of you every day. Now my aunt is free. If you want to come and find my aunt in the future, you can come and move in."

"OK." Han Muzi poked Xiaomi Dou's back behind her. "How old are you, still pestering your aunt like this? I don't know it's hard to get pregnant? When Mommy was pregnant with you, she also suffered a lot."

Hearing this, Xiaomi Dou immediately turned around and hugged Han Muzi's thigh and looked back at his small face: "Mommy, you're working hard. Xiaomi Dou just joked with his aunt."

On the same day, Xiaoyan cooked in person, then called Han Qing and told him that Xiaomi Dou and Muzi were at home. Han Qing said he would come back at noon.

So Xiao Yan even thought about it and planned to make rations for six people.

She, Muzi, her mother, Han Qing, Xiaomi beans, and Xiaodou sprouts.

Luo Huimei couldn't help asking, "how many people did you get?"

"Six."

"Just six? No?"

After Xiaoyan nodded, Luo Huimei went directly to her and scolded her: "you are a mother. Why are you still so ignorant? We have six people, so we have to share at least seven people to prevent someone from having a big appetite and not enough to eat, or someone from coming halfway."

After listening to her mother's words, Xiaoyan also thought what she said was reasonable, so he added rice.

"Also, why didn't her husband come with her today? Why don't you put more rice? I think the child will come to them later."

"It's all right, mom. Muzi told me that her husband has a meeting at noon today and doesn't have time to come."

Otherwise, she would have been the ration for seven people.

"That's what I want to say, but who knows if the meeting will be suddenly cancelled at that time, and this person will come? Isn't it embarrassing to have no food at that time?"

"It seems so." Xiao Yan stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, "then I'll cook more."

"You, learn more about these worldly skills. You can only use them when you are husband and wife, but if you have guests, you should pay a little attention to avoid embarrassment."

"Yes."

Luo Huimei saw that her daughter was like Yazi who pecked rice and nodded. The old mother's heart was so vicissitudes that she couldn't. She stretched out her hand and played Xiaoyan's forehead, "learn some later."

Sure enough, before noon, yetingchen's car stopped at the gate. After the door was opened, the tall figure got out of the car.

Night Tingchen is still handsome, with wide shoulders and long legs. The breath on his body is cold and fierce, which can't be associated with the favorite wife's crazy devil.