A helpless smile appeared on the little face. What kind of story do they have? They are always abandoned? Grandpa and grandpa are a couple? Mom is a little girl who is secretly raised...Three, Four, Five...

Shang Yunqian didn't know that he had been labeled so many times by his son.

If he knew, he would wail, I am the poor man who was abandoned all the time, okay?

The cute little kid turned around and entered the community alone. When he passed by the guard room, the security guard heard him and shouted in surprise: "Hey, Xiao Anzai, uncle just saw your Aunt Jin coming in, why are you still outside?"

"I'm playful and stand behind the stone to dig out the ants. Aunt Jin didn't see me."

The security guard smiled: "Xiao Anzai, go back quickly and don't worry your grandma."

Jin Youan nodded like a little adult, "Thank you uncle, I'm back!"

Looking at the soft and cute baby, the security guard sighed secretly, "This child is in a miserable life. At a young age, his parents are gone, and he lives with his grandmother. Oh, if Aunt Wu had not accepted a goddaughter, his life would have been very miserable."

After entering the community, Jin Aini did not go home immediately. She went to the recreational area of ​​the community and sat down. The wooden corridor was covered with withered wisteria and the lights were dim, which was suitable for her to adjust her mood alone.

No, it was not just about adjusting her mood. There were tears in the corners of her eyes. The tears were not under her control and were stuffed in her chest. At this moment, no one finally filled her up.

Sit with your head covered!

She has never enjoyed such intimate actions since she was six years old! And now, she has given this intimateness to her five-year-old son, which is what she often does to her son.

Oh my God, what are you doing? Shang Yunqian, what are you doing? I don’t know. Apart from my son, I will live my life alone!

When Jin Youan returned home, he was still a little nervous. He stood at the door and looked over, but he didn't see his mother's shadow.

When Aunt Wu saw him, she hurriedly came out, "An An, why don't you come in, why are you standing at the door?"

"What are you doing?" He closed the door casually, "Aunt Song hasn't come back yet?"

"You forgot, your Aunt Song is back home and you will attend a dinner tomorrow night."

"Oh." In fact, he asked whether his mother had come back. From Grandma Wu's words, he judged that her mother should hide in a corner and slowly digest her emotions.

Aunt Wu was going to have dinner, so she said a few words and went into the kitchen to work hard again.

Jin Youan stood, touching his little head, thinking that he would push open the door of Aunt Song’s room, stand behind the door, and look at the not-so-large poster.

He checked it out and it was a loose-leaf poster attached to a financial magazine.

The man on the poster is wearing a slim and generous black suit, sitting on a simple wooden-legged single sofa, with his thighs on his legs, showing off his striking and restrainedness, and his demeanor is extraordinary.

One arm was casually placed on his legs, and the other hand held the gold-wire glasses frame. His face was facing the light. His nose bridge was covered with a little highlight. His eyes were fixed in front of him, his black eyes were clear and his temperament was extraordinary.

Every time his mother entered Aunt Song's room, she would glance at her unconsciously. At the beginning, he felt that her mother was a handsome dog like Aunt Song.

But after more times, he found that his mother's beautiful dog had different eyes than Aunt Song.

Aunt Song worshiped and licked the screen, it was just fine.

Mom, no, there were a hint of unseen emotions in her eyes. At his age, he still couldn't understand this emotion, but he was sure that Mom should know or have had any interaction with it.
Chapter completed!