Chapter 2277

A word suddenly appeared in the flower's mind. How can the years be quiet? It's just that someone is carrying a heavy load for you. Yan Beicheng is the one who is carrying a heavy load for him.

Yanbei City shuttles this hundred times, except to avoid the entanglement of the protoss, I'm afraid more is to find her daughter.

Think of here, Mo Shanghua's heart completely softened down, eyes gradually accumulated tears, together with the gratitude of previous life, burst out together.

Tears fell silently, across his face and on Yan Beicheng's mind. If he had penetrating power, it almost burned Yan Beicheng's heart.

"Mother, you, you are awake, why are you crying again, mother --"

not far away from Xiaotan, xiaosizhou did not know when to wake up. Looking at the flower in front of him who was crying silently, he opened his mouth wisely, and his eyes were red and swollen. It seemed that he was going to shed tears at any time.

Mo Shanghua pushes Yan Beicheng away and holds Xiao Sizhou in her arms. The figure of cloud dance appears in her mind again. She temporarily suppresses the idea in her heart and says in a soft voice: "my mother is OK, just moved."

Xiaosizhou is held in his arms by the flowers of the stranger. His mouth is turned away. He wants to shed tears very much, but he is afraid to open his mouth because he is afraid that he will cry when he opens his mouth. His face turns red.

When he was just at the age of enlightenment, he kept in mind what Yan Beicheng had taught him and always reminded himself to abide by it.

The sadness in the flower's heart seems to be diluted by the lovely child in front of him. He quickly raises his hand to wipe his tears and smiles gently. "I think about the boat. If a man has tears, he doesn't flick them lightly, but he doesn't feel sad, so it's ok to cry once in a while."

Xiaosizhou couldn't help but cry. She was a three-year-old.

He sobbed and sobbed: "mother, it's with me, burp, sleeping with me. It's just like this."

However, the little man had such a sensitive nature of self reproach.

Yan Beicheng found a handkerchief of flowers on the street to help Xiao Sizhou wipe the tears on his face. He said with a straight face: "well, you are now three years old. You can't cry like a two-year-old child. It makes your mother worry."

Other people's three-year-old children can't even speak well.

Mo Shanghua's secret way in her heart turns her eyes to Yan Beicheng.

What can not be the same as a two-year-old child, she is really angry and funny.

But he didn't think that such words were particularly effective for Xiao Sizhou. He immediately stopped crying, wiped his own tears while struggling to jump down from the arms of flowers on the street.

"I'm all right. Don't hold me at will in the future. I'm three years old. You can't spoil me like this." Xiao Sizhou didn't know where to learn it, but he was very stubborn with tears in his eyes.

Mo Shanghua turns her eyes to Yan Beicheng again. After thinking about it, she squats down and touches Xiao Sizhou's head. She whispers, "Sizhou, my mother knows that you didn't mean to do it that day. Can you tell my mother if you dream about something that day and see my sister again?"

Xiaosizhou frowned and thought about it seriously, then shook his head, "I can't remember."

While talking, I couldn't help but cover my mouth and yawn quietly.

Mo Shanghua didn't have the heart to ask. She took him back to the room to sleep. Then she went back to the inner room.

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