In a luxury villa.

Sun Zhenzhen finally understood why Yang Yilin didn't take her and her daughter directly back here first, but went to the small apartment first.

If not guessed wrong, Yang Yilin took advantage of this period of time to send someone to decorate the place well. It can be seen from the entrance that many things are specially prepared for children.

It includes a room full of flower balloons and a huge toy room on the second floor.

Not only is it full of Barbie dolls that the little girl likes, but also a small slide is specially installed for him in the room, which is just like the playground.

As soon as the little girl entered, she jumped and jumped happily. She climbed the ladder directly. After a round of drilling, she slipped down the ladder and giggled.

"Good fun."

Yang Yilin, who has been guarding her daughter like a guardian, thinks it's worth all he has to pay when he sees her so happy. He goes over and holds her up with a smile. "How do you like it?"

"I like it." The soft, waxy and sweet children's voice is greasy, and the small face with a smile is even more lovely to the extreme.

"Since I like it, give it to my father." Yang Yilin's father's love overflowed, and he turned his face to ask for a kiss.

The little girl was having a good time, so she didn't want to kiss his face directly for his powerless request. Sun Zhenzhen saw this scene. Her daughter, who had worked hard for three years, couldn't find the North immediately after he said a few good words, which made her feel very bad.

How can affliction be? The magical blood relationship is so unclear, so let it be.

In her stupefaction, the little girl was put down, and immediately went to play again. Yang Yilin, with a doting smile on his eyebrows, watched her daughter play, and was reluctant to leave.

Sun Zhenzhen looked at his tall back and couldn't say it was a feeling. Could he really become a competent father?

……

Linhai manor.

At the end of a farce, a group of people left, leaving only three members of their family. Muqiqi was still worried. He came and went back to his original place.

Mo Yuchen saw it and said cleverly, "Mommy, you don't have to worry about my mummy. My uncle's advice is not my mummy's match."

Mu Qiqi blinked innocent eyes, quite surprised, "why?"

She can't remember what happened before. Naturally, she can't remember sun Zhenzhen's beating Yang Yilin into the hospital. That's why she is so curious.

"My godmother is very powerful, the highest level of Taekwondo, more than wrong to hit my uncle." Speaking of Ganma, Mo Yuchen is proud of his words. He also wants to learn from Ganma and is not afraid of anyone.

After listening to Muqiqi, the whole person was stunned. It's really long hair, warm and soft. It's Kung Fu?

"What's your mother like?" Muqiqi is a little unbelievable.

"So mummy doesn't have to worry about mummy at all. I can't get anything cheap." Mo Yuchen doesn't exaggerate at all. Just like his uncle, he wants to bully Ganma a little bit.

With the clever little sister Molly, you can't get cheap.

Muqiqi immediately came to be interested. He took Mo Yuchen's little friend's hand and walked into the sofa. "Tell mommy quickly, what's interesting between your mummy and your uncle?"

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