Chapter 389

Children like the little guy who eat, drink, play and sleep every day can get a lot of inspiration from being with Xiaobao.

This is also where Qin Yiyue hopes the little guy can learn.

However, wishes are good.

Whether it is effective or not depends on whether the little guy is willing to learn it.

As a mother, she won't force these things. The little guy is still young, and there are countless possibilities in the future. What she can do is to let him get in touch with more people and things, so that he can choose the future according to his own preferences.

Qin Yiyue made a pot of tea and sat on the wicker chair on the balcony, thinking about what He Qiaoyan might face today.

His relatives have watched him with cold eyes for nearly ten years, seeing him struggling, suffering, and struggling. What should he do?

If He Qiaoyan hadn't trusted his relatives too much, how could it have taken him so long to find out what happened back then, and it wouldn't be until now that he didn't know that it was his relatives who really entangled him.

Thinking of this, Qin Yiyue hated the He family.

How could they be so cold-blooded and cold-hearted.

When Qin Yiyue thought of He Qiao's discomfort at the banquet, her eyes couldn't help sore.

After a while, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, and a strong smell of tobacco rushed into Qin Yiyue's nose.

Qin Yiyue turned her head and called softly, "Local tyrant."

He Qiaoyan hugged her into his lap, and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted her to be embedded in his body.

Qin Yiyue also hugged him back hard, her arm hurt so much, she didn't let go.

"Tuhao, I'm still here. You are not alone, you still have me, Xiaobao and Yuyu."

He Qiaoyan took a few deep breaths before slowly letting go of the little woman in his arms.

He was extremely glad that she was back by his side at this time, and she was still by his side.

This little woman has been very warm in his life from the very beginning.

Until now, she was the one who reassured him the most.

He Qiaoyan said in a low voice: "Yueyue, thank you for coming back, thank you for forgiving me."

"We are husband and wife, as long as you don't get mad at me, I will forgive you."

"fool."

Seeing his tense jaw, Qin Yiyue also looked extremely tired, and stopped her urge to ask the next thing, "Have you eaten yet? I'll get you some hot food."

"Not hungry, a little tired."

"Then go take a shower and sleep. When you wake up, nothing will happen."

"En." He Qiaoyan stood up and walked towards the master bedroom.

Seeing this, Qin Yiyue realized what she had just said.

In this way, she and He Qiaoyan are basically completely reconciled.

Qin Yiyue rubbed her face, reconciled as long as it's reconciled, there's nothing to tweak.

She still has him in her heart, and he still loves her, these are enough.

As for the gossip and misunderstandings, just explain them clearly, and it doesn't have to be pimples.

Life is not easy, so why bother to live with bitterness and hatred every day.

Nor is her character like that.

After Qin Yiyue figured it out, she went into the kitchen to heat up a bowl of porridge and four cups of milk.

After serving two cups to the two children, he brought a bowl of porridge and two cups of milk back to the room.

He Qiaoyan also just came out of the bathroom.

There was no bathrobe or change of clothes for him, so he wrapped himself in a towel and came out.

Her hair was still wet, dripping water dripping down.

Qin Yiyue didn't expect that when she came in, she would see a picture of a beautiful man coming out of the bath, and couldn't help swallowing, not daring to peek at He Qiao Yan Guolu's body.

But from the corner of his eye, he could still see his well-distributed body, which was flexible yet masculine, and his eight-pack abs were arrogantly and beautifully placed on his lower abdomen.

Drops of water dripped on his chest, slid down his body, and slowly seeped into the place where the towel was wrapped.

He Qiaoyan's lazy voice sounded in his ears, "Have you seen enough? If not, I don't mind taking off the towel."

Qin Yiyue coughed a few times, and quickly looked away, "Let's eat."

"I want to eat you even more now."

"As a disabled person whose heart has just been stabbed, you still have the energy to have sex." Qin Yiyue squinted at He Qiaoyan, her little face still flushed.

"Don't you want to? I heard that women are like wolves and tigers at the age of thirty. Yueyue, you happen to be thirty years old this year, don't you think about it at all?"

"Who do you think has those things in their heads?" Qin Yiyue glared at He Qiaoyan coquettishly, feeling her face getting hotter.

Although she is the mother of a child, she has no other experience at all except having an intimate relationship with He Qiaoyan.

A person like her who is not strong-willed can easily be teased by He Qiaoyan.

He Qiaoyan looked at her charming look with rolling eyes, couldn't help but leaned forward and kissed her.

Originally, I just wanted to taste it, but when I touched those soft lips, I forgot my original intention.

Qin Yiyue smelled his breath, and no longer resisted, she concentrated on this long-lost kiss.

It wasn't until the sound of a baby's voice came from the door that the two reluctantly separated.

The two looked over and saw the little guy standing at the door with a confused face, "Mummy, Dad, what are you doing?"

Qin Yiyue's face became even hotter, she pushed He Qiaoyan away, walked over to pick up the little guy, "Finished studying with little brother?"

"Mi You, I want to pee." The little guy said, a pair of small hands stroked Qin Yiyue's powdery face, "Mommy, your face is so hot."

Qin Yiyue gently squeezed the little guy's butt, "Mummy will take you to pee."

"Uh-huh."

After being crossed by the little guy, the charming atmosphere just now has dissipated a lot.

After He Qiaoyan drank the porridge and milk, he rinsed his mouth and lay down on the bed.

Qin Yiyue put the little guy back to the study, and when she came back, she saw that He Qiaoyan was already lying down, breathing evenly.

Qin Yiyue took the bowl and cup to the kitchen to wash them clean, looked at the black and blue under He Qiaoyan's eyes, and sighed softly.

How good it would be if she didn't know the truth of some things for the rest of her life, just like she didn't know that Ning Fang hated her, and He Qiaoyan didn't know that the people behind He Qiaonian's tragedy and his ten years of life were his relatives. it is good.

If you don't know, you can continue to trust them foolishly, and continue to live like that without burden but longing to know the truth earlier.

Which kind of living condition is better, Qin Yiyue can't tell.

When I was young, I always had a clear distinction between love and hate. If I liked someone, I would give them all the good things. If I didn't like it, I would turn around and like someone again.

As we get older, it's no longer so simple.

There are fewer and fewer people who are really hidden in their hearts, and it is a pity to disappear, let alone the dearest person He Qiaoyan lost.

Qin Yiyue took off her shoes and went to bed, lying beside He Qiaoyan, gently holding his hand.

Resting her head on his shoulder, she gently closed her eyes.

At the same time, He Qiaoyan slowly opened his eyes, and the stream of light in his eyes was as bright as stars.

Not long after, he closed his eyes again.