Ling Sheng didn't see her father, so she flashed by. The speed was too fast. However, she knew that her father and her grandparents would go to cheer for Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi and his group performed snow white. He was the little prince. The little princess was not the foam of his classmates who had a good relationship with him. She was another beautiful little girl.

At the end of the play, all the children held hands and bowed to the audience to thank them. They did not go back to the stage and went to their parents.

Seven toward Huo Ci, they ran away, excited for praise: "uncle, uncle, how good is my performance?"

The video is in a mess. The children step down. If the head teacher wants to watch it, he tells Ling Sheng to hang up the video and contact her later.

The video is broken.

Nangong Lengyu looked at Lingsheng and asked with a smile, "Sheng Sheng, isn't Huo CI your boss?"

Ling Sheng was embarrassed to look at her, low cough, hard scalp explanation: "sister Yu, he is my boss, but also my distant cousin."

She doesn't know what to do. If Nangong yinghou and her father make up again in the future, will she call her mother or aunt?

Now she calls her elder sister, this generation is noisy, she is tangled in panic.

"The little seven he?" Nangong Lengyu wants to know whose child Xiaoqi is.

"It's not the third master." Ling Sheng didn't know what to say. At this point, his mood fell down. After a pause, he organized his language and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Qi is not the son of the third master, but my son."

Nangong Lengyu hugged her with heartache and patted her on the back. She felt her shoulder trembling and began to cry in her arms.

Ling Sheng didn't know why she wanted to cry. At the moment when she held her arms, she felt warm and had a kind of mother's feeling, which forced out the weakest emotion in her heart.

"It's OK. It's over." Nangong Lengyu gently comforts her. She doesn't know what she's been through. But she knows clearly that it's not a happy thing. It must make her very miserable.

Ling Sheng shamelessly got up from her arms, took a paper towel to dry her tears, and beamed at her: "I'm ok, I'm fine now."

The past things, has passed, she is now very good, very happy, just occasionally think, will be very sad, sometimes memory can not be controlled at will, also will not be forever dust laden.

"Ah Yan He..." Nangong Lengyu has experienced it. Although it may be different from her experience, she knows that she can empathize with her and comfort her: "he will be a good husband and a good father."

Now that he has accepted Shengsheng, he will love her well, protect her from suffering and vagabond, and make her happy. He will treat Xiao Qi well and treat him as his own son.

How about a woman who has had a baby? If she meets with dregs before, she will kick it. The person who is most important to you and loves you most in your life will not mind your past and will give you a bright future.

"Sister Yu, don't you mind my relationship with Huo CI?" Ling Sheng looked at her carefully and dared to ask this question.

Nangong Lengyu looked at her expression, and knew what ah Yan was supposed to say to her. She shook her head: "you are you. Huo CI is Huo CI. Why should I give up a person I like because of him?"

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