V2.Chapter 698

Suddenly, a sentence came out of his head. How can the years be quiet? It's just that someone is carrying the weight for you. Yan Beicheng is the one who carries the weight for him.

Yan Beicheng shuttles through this hundred times, in addition to avoiding the entanglement of the protoss, I'm afraid more is to find her daughter.

At the thought of this, the heart of the stranger flower is completely softened down, and tears are gradually accumulated in the eyes, together with the gratitude of previous lives, burst out together.

Tears fell silent, across the face, fell on the mind of Yanbei City, such as penetration, almost hot to the heart of Yanbei city.

"Mother, you, you are awake, why do you cry again, mother --"

on the small collapse not far away, Xiao Sizhou did not know when to wake up, looked at the flowers on the street in front of her eyes, and opened her mouth wisely. Her eyes were so red and swollen that she seemed to shed tears at any time.

Moshang flower pushed open Yanbei city and held the small boat in his arms. It seemed that the cloud dancing figure appeared again in his mind. Temporarily, he suppressed the idea in his heart and said in a soft voice: "my mother is OK, just moved."

Xiaosizhou was held in the arms of the flowers on the street, and her small mouth turned away. She wanted to cry very much. But she thought of a man's husband in her mind. She didn't dare to open her mouth. She was afraid that she would cry when she opened her mouth, and her small face turned red.

When he was just at the age of enlightenment, what Yan Beicheng taught him, he kept firmly in mind and always reminded himself to abide by it.

The sadness in the heart of the flower on the street seems to be diluted by the lovely child in front of her. She quickly lifted her hand to wipe her tears and gently laughed, "thinking of the boat, the man has tears, but not to the sad place, it is OK to cry once in a while."

Xiao Sizhou couldn't hold back. She finally burst into tears. She was a three-year-old child.

"Mother is, with me, burp, sleep with me, just like this."

However, the little man had such a self reproach and sensitive nature.

Yan Beicheng found a handkerchief to help Xiao Sizhou wipe the tears on his face. He still said with a straight face: "well, you are now three years old. You can't stop crying like that one or two years old, which makes your mother work hard."

Other people's three-year-old children can't even speak easily.

Mo Shang Hua heart dark way, turn eyes slightly angry Yan Bei City one eye.

What can't be the same as a two-year-old, she is really angry and funny.

However, he never thought that such words were of great use to xiaosizhou. He immediately stopped crying, wiped his tears, and struggled to jump from the arms of flowers on the street.

"I'm ok. Don't hold me casually in the future. I'm three years old. My mother can't spoil me like this." Xiaosizhou also did not know where to learn from, eyes are still wrapped in tears, but very stubborn mouth.

The flower on the street turned her eyes and took an angry look at Yan Beicheng. After thinking about it, she squatted down and touched the head of xiaosizhou. She said in a soft voice, "Sizhou, my mother knows that you didn't mean to do it that day. Can you tell your mother what you dreamt of that day? Did you see your sister again?"

Xiao Sizhou frowned and thought carefully, then shook his head, "I can't remember."

While speaking, he could not help but cover his mouth and yawn quietly.

The flower on the stranger also can't bear to ask, took him back to the room to sleep, this just returned to the inner room again.

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