Back home, Gu Mingrui is full of interest in this place that he has not been to for several times.

Moreover, he was sensitive to the fact that his sister was in a bad mood, especially those eyes. He had cried countless times. He was very distressed and didn't dare to ask what happened.

So he led Pei Qingle's hand around the house and kept saying something funny.

"Sister, I love this house!" Gu Mingrui said categorically.

"Why?" Pei Qingle asked softly.

The little guy touched his chin, and his black eyes were full of innocence. After a while, some smiles came out of his eyes. Gu Mingrui said in a low voice, "because it's not too big, it's just fine. No matter where you are, I'd like to find out for the first time! It's not like looking after your family. It's too big. If you go, I don't know where to find you. I don't like that feeling. "

Pei Qingle moved in his heart and hugged the little guy tightly.

Gu Mingrui likes this kind of hug very much, then stretches out his not so long arms, hugs his elder sister tightly.

Two people were walking around outside, carefully watching the decoration inside. Pei Qingle was actually the first time to watch this carefully. This is the home that Gu Linhan gave her and belongs to them.

When she saw the house, it was all decorated.

Different from Gu Linhan's own room and office, every place here is filled with the warmth of home, and the overall color is also warm, there are many decorations placed everywhere.

It looks warm.

This is Gu Linhan's intention to her.

At this time, the smell of food came from the kitchen. On the way back, Gu Linhan went to buy some dishes and prepared to cook by himself at home.

Gu Mingrui was very happy when he knew that. Although he didn't seem to have said that, he liked his father's cooking best. However, his father seldom cooked because he was always busy. In Gu's opinion, the opportunity to cook was a big gift from the sky.

So he was very happy.

"Sister, let's go to the kitchen and see Dad cooking, OK?" Gu Mingrui said excitedly.

He took Pei Qingle's hand and went to the door of the kitchen. He looked at Gu Linhan as if he was dealing with the work. He was still so rigorous and meticulous. He was attentive and conscientious in cooking.

Gu Linhan's one hand bandaged, so he cooked with one hand, but not in a hurry, and the action is very skilled and handsome.

It seems that no matter what he does, Gu Linhan can do it perfectly.

Pei Qingle lowers his head and sees the vision in Gu Mingrui's eyes. Although the little guy is hard spoken and always intentionally neglects his father, Pei Qingle can feel that the little guy worships Gu Linhan.

After the meal was ready, the family of three sat in front of the table.

Gu Linhan used the fastest speed to make three meat and two vegetables, and a soup, which was fragrant. Although Pei Qingle had no appetite, he also picked up chopsticks when he looked at the little guy's high spirits.

"Yes Gu Mingrui said, sandwiched a piece of fish, put it in Gu Lin's cold bowl: "father hard!"

Then, he touched the place where Gu Linhan was wrapped up and blew it on it: "baby blows, pain flies, dad doesn't hurt, good boy."

The little guy is like an adult, but he treats Gu Linhan as a child and coaxes him in a soft voice.

Gu Lin Han kneaded and kneaded his head: "no pain."

"That's for sure. I've already blown it!" Gu Mingrui blinked triumphantly.

The meal was very happy because of the little guy. He was like an adult all the time, constantly caring for Gu Linhan and Pei Qingle.

Although Pei Qingle had no appetite, he also ate a lot of food in his eyes, and his pale face was slowly relieved.

After dinner, Gu Linhan cleaned up everything and put the dishes and chopsticks in the dishwasher. After he came out, Gu Mingrui nestled in Pei Qingle's arms and whispered something.

It looks interesting.

Gu Lin Han chuckled and walked over. He whispered, "what are you talking about? Can I know?"

"No, no, Dad can't know about it!" Gu Mingrui immediately shook his head.

Gu Linhan looked at him: "what's wrong with school again?"

"No!" Gu Mingrui spits out his tongue and denies it with some guilty conscience.

Then, he looked at Pei Qingle and asked carefully, "sister, can I know what happened in the afternoon? Why are your eyes so red that you cry? Is there something unhappy? You can tell me that when I grow up, I can share it for you

When asking, Gu Mingrui is especially afraid of saying something wrong, so he looks at his father from time to time.

But Gu Linhan's eyes were calm and did not object. That's why he ventured to ask.Pei Qingle was stunned. The whole person seemed to be pushed into the abyss again. But this time, she chose to look at Gu Mingrui's worried eyes and Gu Linhan's figure.

She can't fall.

At least it can't be knocked down by what Lu Wenhua deliberately created.

So Pei Qingle took a deep breath, touched the tip of Gu Mingrui's nose and whispered, "I... I once had a child, as old as you, and also a little boy."

As soon as this word comes out, Gu Mingrui immediately widens his eyes in shock.

"But now, I don't know where he is, whether he is still alive, I don't know..."

Pei Qingle pressed his eyes and forced himself not to cry, especially in front of Gu Mingrui.

I can't control it, but I can't control it.

"Sister... Has a son?" Gu Mingrui murmured to himself.

He lowered his head and asked, "does that sister miss him very much?"

Pei Qingle nods hard.

It's too painful to have that child, whether it's the environment or everything around you.

In prison, in the years of being bullied by others, she still has to bear that child. In other people's eyes, it should be very painful, but in Pei Qingle's heart, she never thought of it like this.

Because this child is a light, the dark prison light, so that she can survive.

She remembered that at that time, although there were bullies in the prison, there were more good people. People would get together to watch the innocent little cute, expect him to laugh, and worry about his crying.

At that time, Pei Qingle thought that the child could grow up safely beside her, even in prison.

In her imagination, however, she will not be so doomed.