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As she was speaking, she heard a child's voice. The sound of bare feet stepping on the floor was crisp and crisp.

It was his precious glutinous rice. When the child woke up and saw that his parents were not in the room next door, he knew in his heart that they must be in his grandparents' yard.

As expected, he saw the large group of people and did not know what they were busy with. The child was curious and had a mischievous nature. Like a mischievous angel, he quickly rushed over.

"Great Grandmother, what are you talking about? Did I catch you this time?"

"Aiyo, my darling, glutinous rice, you're actually here. Grandma really misses you."

Because grandma was too lazy to call out her name, she let glutinous rice know that she was grandma. As long as she was happy, she didn't care about so many titles. This was what this old lady often said.

This was the health that all rich people wanted. The two old men were used to seeing all the storms, so they treated everything calmly.

Xiao Tong didn't care that much. Ever since she saw her great-grandfather and grandma, this kid didn't even look at her. Her mother's shadow area was too big.

"Wutu Mi, you've been standing here for so long, did you notice that Mom and Dad are still here?"

Xiao Tong cursed in her heart. This little bastard must have grown up to actually dare to ignore him.

Inwardly, Xiao Tong cursed, but could only maintain an awkward smile on her face.

Although he wasn't able to make it into a full house of children, the old tutor was already quite satisfied.

After all, if his grandson had such achievements, he was willing to leave the business to him.

Xiao Tong also felt that everything was worth the effort and that there was a direction to life. However, she felt that something wasn't quite right.

He didn't know what it was, but he felt very complicated inside.

'Women are trouble. 'Xiao Tong chuckled. However, she didn't show it. No one knew what was on her mind.

As a result, they had a hearty meal together. The hot taste of their mouths and the weather had slowly turned cold. With a warm smell, they began the meal that would mark a new milestone.

Sometimes, when people suddenly left, it might have a positive impact on their own lives. Xiao Tong felt that ever since Xia Qiu Ling, Si Chen Ao, and Si Guo Quan had left in different ways, the Si family had become more colorful.

Even he, who had grown meat and fattened up in his home all day, had started a different plan. He had to put the second born plan on the table to let himself grow a plentiful amount of money.

Wutu Mi was so lonely. Si Han thought about other things every day and only had ideas about children. Even though Xiao Tong seemed to be complaining, she couldn't resist this man's drive.

Xiao Tong silently resisted in her heart, but when she raised her head and saw the handsome side of the man, she still couldn't say anything.

Thus, Xiao Tong could often see this scene. She pushed the man's arms away, but not long after, she could only obediently continue hugging Si Han's arm and let him do whatever he wanted.

This was an exceptionally funny matter. Si Han would often pinch Xiao Tong's nose, carrying a pampering tone.

"Why did you eat so much again? Do you still want to have a good figure?"

It was a disdainful tone, but Xiao Tong understood that it was a different meaning.

"I just don't want it anymore. Just give me whatever you can give me. I'm just playing around anyway, so I'm happy for myself."

Xiao Tong seemed really angry and her words made people want to laugh. After all, she looked too happy.

Si Han could only lower his head and bite his fair neck once every time he heard these words. He gave a small punishment to express his dissatisfaction.

Their two lives went smoothly, Xiao Tong played with the kids every day, and accompanied the old man in his idle and flustered life. As usual, she longed for a job to be done to bring out her light and heat, otherwise, every day would be spent in regret.

Si Han always felt heartache for his wife. Although he didn't say it on the surface, he always hid it in his heart.

On an anxious night, the man once again pressed a woman he "felt sorry for" under his body. Listening to her suppressed but overflowing singing, he kissed her on the forehead.

"Tong, I really love you."

Her voice was hoarse and filled with magnetism. There weren't many men like her that could resist. Xiao Tong couldn't help but curse repeatedly in her heart.

Humph, immoral, beastlike, forced into slavery, the great demon king of ice mountain who speaks but not his heart. Si Han only had his eyes slightly closed, enjoying this woman's false flattery as he spent the night in this unrestrained atmosphere.

It was another Spring Festival Gala. Xiao Tong breathed heavily as she rested her head on Si Han's arm.

This man always seemed to have the power to vent his anger. He was able to make people lose sight of him while he was running. He had clearly scolded him thousands of times in his heart. However, he still wanted to quickly hold on.

The depth of his love, the depth of his love. I can't find a more appropriate language to describe it.

Countless nights passed, and Xiao Tong slept soundly in this embrace. There was nothing else she could pursue.

She had thought that the world was peaceful, that time was peaceful, that she didn't have any worries to rely on, and that she herself felt happy.

However, when he thought about it again, it was as if he had accumulated a lot of power. Because he was accompanied by the man beside him, he was able to maintain his sonorous and soft state at all times. In short, he was a type of gentleness that no one else could feel.

Xiao Tong didn't like to talk, but Si Han could feel her thoughts. He knew that since this girl didn't express her feelings, she had her own opinions.

Therefore, he had always planned for a pleasant encounter in his heart, one that would cause anyone's heart to palpitate with excitement.

There was no reason to like someone. If one fell in love with Xiao Tong, it would be too late to reflect on the cause and effect of this matter. There was nothing to regret.