Chapter 844

"You burned the signature you gave to mom last time?" Jiang Che asked.

Tu Mengmeng's eyes were full of mist: "Mom was very happy to receive the autographed photo, but she forgot to take it away when she left."

Xiao Li's eyes were red when she heard this.

When I think of Tu Mengmeng's congenital bad health, I think back to seeing the blank in the column of mother in her parents' contact information just now, and then I think back to the silence of Tu's father and daughter when they registered.

Miss Li holds Tu Mengmeng in her arms and gently touches her.

"I'm sorry, the teacher wronged you."

Jiang Che also silently clenched his fist. He couldn't imagine losing his mother's feeling.

Think of her last year asked for photos, that face of naughty and lively and now silent depression, jiangche heart last point of blame also did not have. He said dryly:

"Don't cry, Mengmeng. I'll go home and ask my father for more autographs. You can give them to your mother every birthday."

"Wuwu..."

Tu Mengmeng cried out of breath.

Since then, Jiang Che has sent a signed photo of Jiang Anzhi to Tu Mengmeng every year.

But Tu Mengmeng never burned his autograph again.

It's also because Li ziyue's disclosure made her understand that no matter what the reason is, burning photos will hurt the owner's heart.

So she just quietly put the half burned autographs and these brand-new autographs in a box.

She believed that her mother would receive her wish.

……

When Jiang An came to pick up the baby in the afternoon, he obviously felt that the child's mood was not as high as that in the morning.

"What's the matter?"

Jiang Che was silent. After a while, he looked up at Jiang Anzhi: "Dad, can you give me more autographs?"

Jiang Anzhi took a look through the rearview mirror. Without asking why, his son nodded and said, "OK."

Today, when Xiaofeng came home, Jiang Che handed her slippers and poured water.

Fenglan looks at jiangche in the beginning.

"This is the homework assigned by the kindergarten today?"

"..." Jiang Che.

"Or, where do you want to go? Let's be clear, baby. "

"I just think I love my mother very much. I have to let her know."

"In this world, my favorite is mom."

Looking at Jiang Che's serious confession, Feng Lan was moved for no reason at the beginning. She bowed down with emotion and held Jiang Che in her arms.

"The children are very sensible today. They are really big children in the middle class."

Whether it is with kindergarten children or with graduate students, teachers are so similar.

But nestled in her mother's arms, Jiang Che feels extremely happy. At least, it's impossible for Tu Mengmeng to hold her mother like this.

Ignoring teacher Xiaofeng's perfunctory answer, Jiang Che's claws gently pat on teacher Xiaofeng's shoulder, silently expressing his attachment to his mother.

At dinner, the couple received a text message from teacher Li, informing them of the friction and mental state of their children today.

Not to mention Tu Mengmeng, Jiang Anzhi finally knows what Jiang Che's demands and low mood are after school.

Coax baby to sleep, Jiang An's rare to open Jiang Che's quilt, himself also lay in.

Jiang Che nests in Jiang An Zhi's arms and grasps Jiang An Zhi's strong chest to listen to his father's bedtime story.

Just then his door opened again.

"Would father and son mind adding light bulbs?"

Xiaofeng also brought her own pillow in.

Jiang Che's eyes lit up and looked at her with a smile: "Mom, come on."