Chapter 951

Qiao Moli hadn't finished speaking when she heard Yan Xiluo's voice blaming him, "You really don't have a shape, how can you ask someone like that? Haotian, don't listen to your Uncle Qiao messing around. Said, Nianen will trouble you more."

Yun Haotian smiled with bright eyes, and nodded frequently at the phone, "Uncle Qiao, Aunt Qiao, don't worry! As long as you are kind and don't bully me, I will hold her in my hand and confess."

"Hahaha, you kid, you have a sweet mouth!" Qiao Moli's laughter came through the receiver, "Okay, then take good care of her."

"Don't worry, Uncle Qiao, I promise that I will take good care of Nian En and never let her have any mistakes!" Yun Haotian said earnestly, almost swearing on his chest.

Qiao Moli and Yan Xiluo instructed Qiao Nianen carefully for a while before hanging up the phone.

They had long missed En and thought about it badly, but they were afraid that it would disturb the new life that Nian En had finally started, so they simply let go of their worries and let her get along with Yun Haotian.

And Yun Haotian's parents and Qiao Moli had a surprisingly tacit understanding of their thoughts, they didn't bother Yun Haotian and Qiao Nianen's life, they were patiently waiting for the good news of their relationship.

Qiao Nianen's life returned to tranquility. As her pregnancy progressed, her stomach grew bigger day by day, and her spirit also became sleepy. She had to sleep for a long time every day to replenish her energy.

But even so, Qiao Nianen was still dragging his heavy body to prepare the draft for the upcoming art exhibition. For this exhibition, which symbolizes her new life, she has put in all her efforts, and she only wants to be perfect.

Seeing Qiao Nianen who was preparing so hard for the art exhibition every day, Yun Haotian felt very distressed, but he knew Qiao Nianen's temper, so instead of stopping him in any way, he was quietly doing all kinds of preparations for her behind the scenes.

This tough little woman has already quietly grown up. She has grown up, and the maturity she reveals fascinates him. No matter what he is asked to do for her, he is willing, because she is slowly growing up in his world, which is very good.

Days passed by, and in the blink of an eye, Qiao Nianen was already eight months pregnant. Her stomach began to become unbelievably heavy, but her limbs were still very slender, without the slightest bit of bloatedness from a pregnant woman.

At dusk, Qiao Nianen was still carefully sketching the colors in front of the easel she set up. She had already prepared a lot of drawings for the upcoming exhibition.

But these were not enough, Qiao Nianen, who wanted to be perfect, wanted to save as many drawings as possible.

I don't know if it's because of being too tired recently, or because of something else, when Qiao Nianen was lowering his head to outline the color, he felt his stomach was kicked lightly.

She lowered her head with a smile on the corner of her mouth, threw the paintbrush on the easel, and then half sat on the reclining chair with her stomach covered.

Unknowingly, she has been carrying the little guy in her stomach for eight months, and recently the little guy has become restless, punching and kicking from time to time, as if he couldn't wait to come to this world.

"Baby, do you want to interact with Mommy?" Qiao Nianen said softly while touching the newly swollen belly with his hands.

And the little guy nestled in her stomach seemed to understand, and waited for Qiao Nianen's hand to come over, then moved to another place mischievously, continued to dance with his little fist, and pushed Qiao Nianen's belly up high again a small piece.

Qiao Nianen looked at his protruding belly with a smile, tapped the protruding place with his fingers again, and smiled helplessly, "You really are just as restless as him."

As soon as the words fell, the smile on Qiao Nianen's face froze.

How long has it been since she thought of Ling Siye? Originally thought that he had forgotten, but it turned out that he had never really forgotten him at all...

Qiao Nianen's eyes gradually covered with mist, and his eyes became blurred.

Ling Siye, the man she once loved with all her heart, is like a stranger to her like this. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to have any contact with her again in this life, right?

Qiao Nianen sighed lightly, as if he had sighed his whole life.

She felt that the corners of her eyes were a little moist, so she quickly wiped it with her fingers twice, and looked up at the distant horizon of the flower field. It was covered with red sunset glow, reflecting most of the sky red.

Qiao Nianen sighed again, supported his clumsy body and stood up from the reclining chair, went to the easel, picked up the paintbrush that he had just dropped, and began to sketch.

At this time, her expression was extremely focused, and graceful lines followed the dancing of her slender wrists on the paper.

The breeze floated her straight black hair, stretching her back over the large lavender fields. And at Qiao Nianen's feet, there were big crystal tears rolling down and splashing down, splashing a little dust.

She cried and painted again!

With Qiao Nian'en's fine brushwork, the originally pure white drawing began to dance with zigzag water patterns, gradually converging into a river flowing eastward.

The river roared and turbulent, and countless waves splashed against the river bank, wetting the strangely shaped stones piled up on the bank. On the river not far away, the setting sun shone red for half of the river, and also stretched the back of a stalwart man extraordinarily long...

Qiao Nian'en finished this painting almost in one go, and when she finished the last stroke, she realized that her face was already covered with tears, and her cheeks were blown by the wind and became extremely cold.

Qiao Nian'en quickly wiped away the tears on her face, and the astonishing fragrance of flowers wafted over her, pulling her thoughts back from the river. Only then did she realize that she was not standing by the river at all, but in the boundless sea of ​​flowers.

Ling Siye...

Qiao Nianen silently stared at the stalwart figure on his drawing, knowing that he had lost his composure again.

Obviously they have been separated for so long, but I indulged my heart again, and outlined his back with a letter, and it was so vivid, as if he would turn around from the drawing at any time.

Now, he might have completely forgotten about her...

Qiao Nian'en raised a wry smile, and agreed not to think about him anymore, why can't he control his heart?

She stretched out her hand tremblingly, trying to tear up the newly completed drawing, but her slender fingers touched the drawing, but she couldn't destroy it no matter what.

Forget it, you have to slowly forget it, don't you?

Qiao Nianen withdrew his trembling hand, picked up the paintbrush that was resting on the easel, and solemnly inscribed the title of the drawing on it - "Missing".

Don't think about it, it's hard to forget...

While Qiao Nianen was immersed in boundless sadness, Yun Haotian stood silently not far behind her. He just came out of the castle with fruit for Qiao Nianen to eat, but he stopped when he was about to reach her side, just because he saw the big teardrops rolling down her face.