The little seven childe appeared at the door, opened the door and quickly saw the picture of Zhou Yu and Xuan Yingluo holding together.

"Oh, what a shame. I have a needle eye." The little seven childe immediately covered his eyes with his hands and cried in a milk voice.

Xuanyingluo didn't expect that the little seven childe would suddenly break in. Maybe they stayed in there for too long. Xuanyingluo directly stretched out her hand and pushed Zhou Yu away.

This time, Zhou Yu also let go and didn't make any extreme moves in front of her son. After all, the child needs some time to accept it.

"Xiao Qi, are you looking for Mommy?" Xuanyingluo squatted down and touched the little seven childe's head.

The little seven childe opened a crack in his finger. He looked quietly through the crack and saw that Xuan Yingluo and Zhou Yu were separated. Then he took away his hand and showed a white, tender and exquisite face. His milk voice smiled and said, "Mommy, millet, I didn't see anything just now."

Xuanyingluo blushed. She immediately pinched the little seven childe's nose and picked him up. "Let's go. Mommy will accompany you to draw."

Xuanyingluo ignored Zhou Yu and left with her son in her arms.

Just now, young master seven was painting by himself. He had already drawn a picture. Xuan Yingluo picked up the picture and looked at it. Young master seven drew a family of three.

In this picture, there are daddy, mommy and him. Daddy and Mommy hold his little hand. A family of three are walking in the halo of the sunset. Their warm figure is pulled for a long, long time.

Xuanyingluo saw the picture stagnate for a moment, and her heart quickly pulled up. It was very painful. Xiao Qi had no father since birth and lacked father's love. Xiao Qi was very sensible. She never told her that she wanted a father, probably because she was afraid of her sadness, but she knew that father's love was an irreplaceable force in a child's life, and Xiao Qigong also wanted a father.

"Xiao Qi, do you really want a daddy?" Xuanyingluo hugged little seven childe.

The little seven childe looked at xuanyingluo with big black grape eyes and said mysteriously, "Mommy, I've found my father."

Xuanyingluo hooked her lips. "Where's your father?"

Little seven childe pointed to Zhou Yu's direction and whispered, "that corn is my father. I already know."

Xuanyingluo was stunned. Just now she thought Xiao Qi was joking. After all, Zhou Yu has changed her face. The enlarged handsome face just like Xiao Qi can't be seen. She didn't think Xiao Qi would recognize her father at a glance.

"Xiao Qi, how did you know he was your father?" Xuanyingluo asked curiously.

The little seven childe shook his head, "I don't know. The first time I saw the corn in the elevator just now, I knew that the corn was my father. He was as tall and strong as my imagined father, like a big mountain and tree."

Xuanyingluo really wants to sigh. Father's love is strong and majestic in the eyes of every child. A figure like Zhou Yu is really in line with his father's image.

At this time, the little seven childe pulled the sleeve of laxuan Yingluo and asked in a low voice, "Mommy, are you unhappy?"

"Xiao Qi, why is Mommy unhappy?" Asked Xuan Yingluo.

"Because after Xiaoqi has a daddy, Mommy will feel that Xiaoqi doesn't love Mommy alone, or Mommy is afraid of Xiaoqi leaving you to live with Daddy."