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After returning home, song Qianqian specially made a cake for little Alan. There were a lot of half strawberries on the cake. Ordinary little girls should like strawberries. She also specially packed them with pink ribbons. A small one is just suitable for children.

During dinner, when little Alan came out with a toy car, he saw a small cake box and was very happy: "thank you, Mommy. Xiaochu will like it."

Song Qianqian gave him the bowl and spoon. Little Alan didn't know how to use chopsticks. It wasn't long before he returned to China. He had to teach him slowly.

"Did you tell your father good evening?" Song Qianqian sat down and asked him while eating.

This home is not big, at least not as big as she used to live in, nor is it a duplex apartment. It is just more than 100 square meters, with two bedrooms, one living room, one toilet, one kitchen and a small home, but she decorates it very warm.

"Alan said." little Alan ate obediently. "I also told Dad that I was very happy to meet Xiaochu today."

"That's good. Have a meal. Take a bath after dinner. You can only watch TV for a while and then go to bed, you know?"

"I see."

Little Alan has always been very good, which also makes song Qianqian very happy.

Alan's father was the child of song Qianqian's tutor when he was studying abroad. Alan's mother suffered from hemorrhagic shock after giving birth to him. He was very short of homotypic blood. Without rescue, his father had to take care of him alone.

Song Qianqian held him in his arms when he was a baby. But it is not common at ordinary times. I don't think there is much fate, so I don't pay much attention to it.

When the child was two years old, the tutor, she and another m student went to the local slum to do a survey. This topic is very dangerous, and generally few people will apply, because the local slum is really a place that can suck blood.

Especially in countries with a wide gap between the rich and the poor, carelessness is a life. But if the subject is there, someone should do it.

At that time, song Qianqian didn't care about anyone, and didn't think she needed to live for anyone. She joined so boldly. She repaired the journalism industry and planned to become a war reporter. I just feel that maybe it's good to use a cavity of blood to become the person I once wanted to be.

Even if I accidentally lost my life, I have fought for my dream.

But on that subject, they encountered a riot and gunfire everywhere. Her mentor died in such a riot in order to save a child in a slum. She was locked up in a dark place with another student and a group of innocent people.

You can't speak. When you speak, the guard will shoot you.

At that time, looking at the only skylight, she thought, maybe this is fate, or maybe it's a good thing to die here, because no one knows, so no one will suffer.

Fortunately, the rescue came and they were all saved. Their unfortunately deceased mentor left only a starving child, not even much savings, not to mention other relatives. Alan was only two years old and didn't speak very well.

First, he was put into the orphanage. He stayed alone in the corner all day without being touched. It was very poor. Their class formed a team to see him. Alan looked at their former brothers and sisters and cried all the time.

Song Qianqian doesn't feel how kind he is. As Junlin said, under her beautiful face, there is a very cruel heart. I don't know why. After the words "King's landing" came to mind, I thought of the missed child at the same time.

She couldn't stand it. At the thought of the child, she was full of guilt and felt uneasy about sleeping and eating if she didn't do anything. Later, after many twists and turns, the class students with her knew her willingness to adopt and have been helping her. Most valuable, because her nationality still belongs to China, there are a lot of less procedures for adoption.

Finally, I agreed with a male classmate who was willing to help her. In order to adopt little Alan, they were married for three years. Three years later, that is, now, they have successfully divorced abroad, and she took Alan back to China. At the same time, he also gave up the opportunity to become an international war reporter.

I don't know why, but I suddenly feel that I have concerns. There is no longer the mentality of fearing death on the battlefield. The time she was locked up was enough to let her see the cruelty of the war. People died every day and every day was hell.

She doesn't want little Alan to be a fatherless orphan again.

Little Alan knows he is adopted, who his biological father is, and who his adoptive father is. However, due to song Qianqian's meticulous company, he easily accepted it. The mentality is also very good, the character is a little soft, but the three outlooks are very positive.

Every night, I said good evening to the picture of his biological father at the head of the bed. Song Qianqian taught him, first, to remind him to remember who his biological father is, and second, to remind song Qianqian himself to cherish his life just to protect the child from growing up.

Perhaps the hypnosis time was too long. Song Qianqian began to cherish his life. At first, he would laugh, make trouble and live a comfortable life. He was getting better and better. He was good to others, himself and little Alan.

Looking at the sleeping little Alan, song Qianqian gently kissed him on the forehead, turned off the night light, then gently closed the door, took out red wine on the top floor of the kitchen cabinet, poured a cup, and sat in the dimly lit room. She looked at a stack of evening newspapers in front of her. The big picture on the cover of the financial evening newspaper at the top was the man.

But she just glanced, gently put the newspaper aside, found the food newspaper, turned to the baking column, read it seriously by the lamp light, and made excerpts from her notebook.

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Herry would come to her. She didn't think of it, because after their divorce procedures were completed, although their mobile phone numbers were there, they were no longer in touch.

Calculate, three months have passed.

Herry came to China with a group of professors. He had a joint program with Jiangcheng TV station. When he remembered that she was from Jiangcheng, he called.

When song Qianqian received him at the airport, he explained to the professors that song Qianqian was his ex-wife. Foreigners were open and wouldn't care about being divorced as friends. He left clearly.

"Longtimenosee." Herry gave her a hug when she came. Song Qianqian, wearing a black mask, also hugged him and patted him on the back.

"Hard work."

"Easy to say. Shallow, you are still as beautiful as ever."

"Thank you, let's go." Song Qianqian smiled at him, but Herry didn't see her smile with the mask on.

Half joking: "what are you doing with a mask? Such a beautiful face is blocked."

"I have a cold." Song Qianqian is talking nonsense.

"Oh, pay more attention to your health. How's Alan? I haven't seen him for a long time."

"OK, but he went to class at this time. You can see him in the evening."

"Evening? Are you inviting me?" after Herry said two words, he became serious again.

Song Qianqian didn't take it seriously and directly told him, "you sleep with Alan. He must miss you too."

"OMG! This is sad news. Can we discuss it?" Herry sighed and caught up.

"No." Song Qianqian smiled and resolutely refused.