Chapter 592

The annual New Year's Eve Festival.

This day, the weather is particularly good.

There is no snow, only warm sunshine.

Lingjia villa is more lively this year than before, because it has a new population.

Wearing red cotton padded clothes, xiaoyichen grows up faster and faster day by day, and has been able to stably sit on the sofa and play alone.

If someone teases him a little, he will be able to laugh happily.

Ji Qianchen wore a red woolen coat, with a pair of snow boots at his feet, and the red fire he wore came down from upstairs.

This year's new dress is her own design, a family of three parents and children's clothing.

The main theme of the festival is red.

Ji Qianchen was going to design a red suit for Ling Xiaohan, but he was too coquettish to wear anything. This is the style Qi Yan can control. He can't.

Under his coercion and inducement, jiqianchen let him go for the time being, just matching him with a red shirt and a black suit coat.

When the button of the suit coat is buttoned up, it can slightly cover up the coyness of the red shirt.

This is also the biggest scale that Ling Xiaohan can tolerate.

After getting dressed, Ling Xiaohan hesitated in the room for a while, then followed him downstairs.

Ding Dong Ding Dong.

There was a doorbell.

The housekeeper went to open the door immediately.

The carved iron door opened, and a black golden Lincoln was in hospital.

After the driver stops.

Open the door.

Ling Xiong, who was leaning on crutches, got out of the car with difficulty. His face was pale and he always felt out of breath.

Holding the crutch with difficulty, walk out of the car.

Su Wan takes the lead in getting out of the car from the other side, goes to Ling Xiong's side and helps him.

"Sir, madam, welcome back. Come on, come on. Please come in. "

The housekeeper is very happy to see the second elder.

"The young master, the young lady, the old master and the lady have come back and have a great reunion."

The housekeeper rushed into the room excitedly and shouted.

In the living room, I heard Ling Xiong and Su Wan come back from Ling Xiao and Ji Qianchen.

Hurriedly get up from the sofa.

Ji Qianchen simply picked up the child and went to the gate to meet him.

Slowly holding Ling Xiong to Su Wan at the gate, she looks energetic and her eyes are no longer dim.

It's clear and clear, and it looks different.

Compared with Su Wan's good looks, Lingxiong seems to be quite different from the previous months.

I was several years old. I was pale and weak. I lost my heroism.

"Mom, welcome back. This is your grandson, yechen."

Ji Qianchen held the child in his arms with a smile.

Su Wan saw the child with a kind and happy smile.

Hurriedly reaches out to take the child, "also Chen is really lovely, grandma hugs."

Su Wan lowered her head and looked at the baby in her arms.

"Yiya..."

Ling Yichen still can't speak, just babble and grin.

Ling Xiaohan is shocked to look at the mother who is in such a normal spirit, "Mom, you..."

Su Wan took the child up the stairs, smiled and looked at Ling Xiaohan. "Son, mom is ready."

When Ling Xiaohan heard this, he finally put down the big stone hanging in his heart.

His mother is finally well.

"Mom, is it all right?" Happiness comes too suddenly. Ling Xiaohan feels unreal and decides to ask again.

"It's all right. I'm ok. I can take your baby. You don't have to take care of me anymore. "

"Mom, you don't need to be taken care of, or we will take care of you." Ji Qianchen heard the news of Su Wan's recovery, and was as happy as Ling Xiaohan.

Lingxiong, standing at the door, looked at the happy appearance of their family, and suddenly felt that he could not get in at all.

He is like a detested superfluous person, no one pays attention to him, no one calls him.

Ji Qianchen noticed Ling Xiong's loss.

Step down the stairs and walk to Lingxiong.

Since he cured Su Wan's illness, I believe Ling Xiaohan will not hate him any more. After all, he is his father.

Let her take the lead and promote the relationship between father and son.

He reached out his hands and took Ling Xiong's arm. "Dad, let's go in. It's cold outside."

A dad, let Ling Xiong's tears, immediately came out.

But in front of these younger generation, he is still that arrogant, inescapable Lingxiong.

Try to force the tears back. "I won't go in."

Without the permission of Ling Xiaohan, he would not enter the house.

Ling Xiaohan looks back and glances at Ling Xiong. His eyes are still cold, but they are not sharp and disgusted before.

"Come in."Ling Xiaohan said a word lightly and helped Su Wan to go in first.

Although he still didn't call his father, Lingxiong was happy.

I never felt that I could not control my son and gain a respect.

Ji Qianchen slowly helped him into the hall.

Sit on the sofa.

Su Wan is holding the baby, and she doesn't want to let go.

It's also made of powder and jade. The facial features grow better. It's just like the one carved in a mold when Ling Xiaohan was a child.

Seeing Lingxiong sitting there quietly, Su Wan took the baby and sat beside him. "Do you want to hold it?"

"I can't hold a baby."

Ling Xiong shakes his head, looking a little restrained.

"Hug, how lovely the child is. This is your grandson."

Su Wan put the child in his arms.

Lingxiong took over the child with some astringency. "My child, I really love to laugh. Don't be like your father. I'm like your grandfather and I. how nice it is to laugh."

Sitting on the other end of the sofa, Ling Xiaohan looks serious.

"Like you, nothing good."

Ling Xiaohan can't help but hate Ling Xiong.

There are still some resentments in his heart. These injuries and losses caused by Lingxiong cannot be made up for in his whole life.

Ling Xiaohan's words are like ice blade stabbing into Ling Xiong's heart.

He is very sad.

Sad to return the child to Su wanhuai.

"What do you want to scold, son? I will accept it."

Lingxiong leaned on crutches and turned his head hard.

Su Wan gives Ling Xiaohan a look. "Xiaohan, stop talking."

"Mom, just because you are kind-hearted and can forgive him at will doesn't mean I can."

Ling Xiao got up from the sofa and walked straight upstairs.

"Mom and Dad, I'll see him."

Ji Qianchen gets up and follows Ling Xiaohan.

Su Wan, who was sitting in the living room, clapped Ling Xiong on the shoulder. "Why don't you tell the children about it?"

"Don't say, I'd rather live the rest of my life proudly than let them sympathize with me, and I don't want them to worry."

Ling Xiong looks down at Ling Yichen in Su Wan's arms.

"This little doll is smart and lovely. It looks like our Ling family."

"Yes, it grows fast."

In the evening, Su Wan made dumplings himself, and the family had a hot and noisy reunion dinner together.

After dinner, Ling Xiaohan and Ji Qianchen stood on the balcony, looking at the lights and fireworks.

Mucing villa.

New year's Eve, a person sitting in front of the huge table, drinking alone.

"Boss, you can't drink any more."