Chapter 9

After returning from the children's paradise, Ling Moxue saw two boxes of fruits at the door of the house.

The fruit was sent by her father Ling Zhongxiao, and there was a note inside, saying that the fruit was left at the door of the house because she couldn't get through to her phone.

Ling Moxue moved boxes full of grapes, apples and pears into the house, and Ling Qiyang washed some of them sensibly, and put the rest in fresh-keeping bags and put them in the refrigerator.

Seeing her brother doing things, Ling Qiyue was not far behind, she happened to carry a bag of garbage out of the yard...

As soon as she threw the bag into the trash can on the side of the road, a small car passed her and stopped slowly at the door of her house.

The car door opened, and a slender young man in white clothes and black trousers came out. He was wearing a pair of wide-brimmed brown sunglasses, elegant and elegant.

Ling Qiyue walked up to him curiously, raised her face, blinked her big eyes, "Uncle, who are you looking for?"

Yang Jianchen lowered his head slowly, through the lens, he saw a soft and cute little face...

With snow-white skin, big watery eyes, and a small pink mouth, she looked like Ling Moxue when she was a child.

Such a girl is really cute.

Stretching out his hand, Yang Jianchen gently touched her cheek, his thin lips slightly parted, "Are you sauerkraut?"

Ling Qiyue nodded and smiled, "Yes, uncle, how do you know? I don't think I've seen you before."

Yang Jianchen looked at her, feeling sore in his heart.

If Ling Moxue married her back then, the child she gave birth to would surely be so beautiful, right?

"I... I'm your mommy's good friend, is she at home?"

"At home, I'm going to inform Mommy." Ling Qiyue immediately ran into the yard, but after a few steps, she ran back again, "Uncle, what's your name?"

"Yang Jianchen."

"Okay, you wait." Ling Qiyue entered the room happily, and shouted loudly, "Mum, you have a handsome boyfriend here."

Ling Moxue came out of the kitchen and asked strangely, "Who is it?"

"Yang, Jian, Chen." Ling Qiyue replied word by word.

bang dang...

The spatula in Ling Moxue's hand fell to the ground, a trace of panic appeared on her face.

Ling Qiyang, who was picking up vegetables at the dining table, changed his face slightly, turned his head and said to his sister: "Sauerkraut, tell that uncle that Mommy is not at home."

"It's late, I told you that Mommy is at home." Ling Qiyue pouted and looked at her mother quietly, "Mummy, is Uncle Yang really your friend? He knows my name is Pickled Cabbage."

Ling Moxue picked up the spatula, stabilized her mood, and smiled faintly, "Mommy, go out and have a look."

Today's sunlight is not very strong, but Yang Jianchen standing at the door has a few crystal beads of sweat dripping down his face.

Seeing his first love girlfriend walking gracefully, his heart couldn't help beating fast, his fingers trembled slightly, and the expression on his face was ever-changing.

Ling Moxue, she is still so beautiful and quiet, a white chiffon skirt outlines her slender figure with bumps and convexities, her pretty face, a pair of big eyes like autumn water, charming and moving.

"Master Yang, what's the matter?" Compared to Yang Jianchen, Ling Moxue was much calmer.

"Xue'er!" Yang Jianchen stretched out his hand, Ling Moxue took a step back, his empty hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air.

After a while, he withdrew his hand in frustration, his voice hoarse, "I just found out today that you brought your child back to China."

"Yeah." Ling Moxue turned her head nonchalantly, looking at a clump of rose flowers at the door.

"Can I come in and sit down?"

"..." Ling Moxue turned her eyes slightly and saw her baby standing on the porch hand in hand, so she smiled lightly, "I'm sorry, it's inconvenient for orphans and widows to meet unmarried men."