Song Xi took over the cute puppet. "Brother Zhou, I won't forget you. Thank you for your gift."
"Haha, I always thought you were so beautiful, and I'm not willing to play with fat people like me. You're really kind." Ning Yizhou grabs her hair awkwardly.
"I'm so nice to me, why don't I play with you?"
"Then will you forget me?"
"No, I have a good memory." Song Xi said firmly.
"Then will we have a chance to meet again?" Rather a boat full of hope asked.
"I don't know."
Song Xi shook his head.
In the future, nothing is known.
Besides, she has heart disease, and she doesn't know how long she can live.
Ning Yizhou dropped his head, then he raised a bright smile, "when I grow up, I will find you."
"Ah? What are you looking for? "
Song Xi frowned incomprehensibly.
Even frowning looks good in Ning Yizhou's sternness.
"I want to play with you. In fact, I can't let you go. I don't have any friends. You are the first friend I made."
Ning Yizhou's eyes are blooming with a different light.
From Song Xi's point of view, his eyes are actually pretty.
"Good."
Song Xi nodded as if he should have made the appointment.
Soon after, Song Xi saw not far away from the window. Dad and aunt Ning came out of the villa together and hurried to this side.
"Daddy, here comes my daddy." Song Xi stood up directly and went to the window. He held the window with two small hands and shouted, "Daddy, I'm here."
Ning Yizhou also stands up and looks over there.
Song Xi stepped up to the front of the car again, and Ning Mu immediately opened the door with the key.
Song Qian opens the door and immediately opens his arms to hold Song Xi in his arms.
"Daddy......"
Song Xi happily opens his arms and embraces song Qian. Song Qian takes Song Xi out of the car.
Ning Yizhou stands in the car and stares at Song Xi, who is reunited in his father's arms.
"Daddy, why are you hurt?" Song Xi said, holding song Qian's face in pain.
"Daddy is OK. You are worried about daddy. I thought something happened to you."
Song Qian pinched the little girl's white face, which was full of joy.
"It's OK. Aunt Ning and brother saved me for a week."
"Then did you say thank you to your aunt and brother?" Song Qian asked, holding Song Xi Xun, his face against her cheek.
There is a deep feeling in the air.
"Yes."
"My dear daughter is so lovely. They are our great benefactor. You should remember them all your life. Do you hear me?"
"Good."
"Mrs. Ning, because this area is not safe, I must take my daughter to leave at once. Thank you very much for taking care of this time."
Song Qian turns to say goodbye to Ning mu.
"What I said is a small matter. You must take good care of this girl. She is too strong and smart. A three-year-old child can avoid so many people's pursuit. She must be a wonderful girl in the future. "
Ningmu is full of praise for Songxi.
"Well, she has always been very smart, different from ordinary people's wisdom. Let's go, and have a chance to see you later?"
"OK. Goodbye, good luck. "
Song Qian carries Song Xi away.
Song Xi lies in Song Qian's arms, a small head on his shoulder, holding Ning Yizhou's doll for her.
Her eyes are on Ning Yizhou in the car.
Ning Yizhou jumped out of the car and waved goodbye to her.
Song Xi always remembers Ning Yizhou's farewell of stretching his neck and shaking his arm desperately.
"Go, go back, son."
Nimu takes her son's hand and prepares to get on the bus.
Ning Yizhou grabs her mother's hand and pleads in a low voice, "can Mommy stay a little longer? I want to see Xiao Xi's sister completely gone. "
"Silly son, OK, Mommy is standing with you to see them off."
Song Qian takes Song Xi back to the villa, drives a car out and leaves the place where he has lived for a certain time.
In the future, he doesn't know where to be.
But he has completed his mission. Even if he is facing the fate of being hunted at any time, he will take Song Xi to find a quiet place to cultivate her.
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Yuncheng, Sikong family.
The villa in the dark is bright.
Sikong Ye sits on the sofa in the living room, holding a glass of red wine.
The red wine in the cup swayed gently, his lips slightly raised, staring at the TV in front of him.I don't know if it's because of the wonderful TV, or because of what I think, the corners of my mouth are light.
Working late, Qi Qing came in through the gate with a bag and changed her shoes at the porch.
Qi Qing looks at Sikong ye at home. He doesn 't say hello. He goes upstairs directly.
As soon as he stepped on a ladder, there was a sound of Sikong Ye standing.
Qi Qingdun stopped and turned to look at him. "What's up?"
"Can't I call you if I'm ok? Come here and show you something. "
Sikong Ye draws Qi Qing's fingers.
Qi Qing rolled her eyes and went upstairs.
Si kongyie claps the sofa angrily, "you dead woman, do you have to fight me?"
He is really looking for abuse, like who is not good, but like such a hard and soft facial paralysis.
"Are you too full again?"
"You..."
This woman really doesn't get angry. She's determined.
Forget it. He's a man. Bear it.
Get up from the sofa and pace behind her in three and two steps.
One hand pulled her waist from behind and lifted her up.
And the posture is not beautiful.
"What are you doing, Sikong ye? You put me down. Are you sick? "
Qi Qing kept beating his chest.
"You don't know how to deal with it. You'd better shut up before I get angry."
He walked down the stairs to the sofa area and threw her on the sofa mercilessly.
Qi Qing fell on the sofa and sat up straight.
Sikong Ye pushes her down on the sofa and holds her hands. The tall body is like a mountain covering her. "Don't move."
"What are you doing? Would you like to treat me on the sofa... "
Qi Qing's cognition of Sikong Ye is just that kind of thing.
"You shut your eyes for me. I'm so noisy and chattering. Why didn't you talk so much before?"
Sikong Ye yells at Qiqing.
Qi Qing looks confused.
What kind of man is this? It's a strange force.
"Close your eyes."
Said Sikong Ye fiercely.
Qi Qing blinked her long lashes.
"I don't."
"Don't force me to be rude. Shut it up and give you three seconds."
"No."
Qi Qing is also a stubborn person. She doesn't want to do what she doesn't want to do.
Who knows what kind of perversity he will play.