The wealthy retired wife: Baby, marry me again!

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Sister Huang took him to the courtyard and let him sit on a bench to rest.After he sat down, he didn't want Sister Huang to be around him all the time.He made a random excuse and sent her away.

In the invisible world, it is still only suitable for him to sink alone.

The others, whoever they were, he didn't want them near.

Not to mention, Qiu Yixian, whom he was not even worthy of. . . . . . . . . . . . [

A gust of wind blows.

The leaves on the branches have almost fallen off.The bare branches trembled in the breeze.

In the distance, there was a sound of bouncing.There is also "咚咚咚", a very light landing sound.

Is it a ball?However, the footsteps were very cheerful and light. Who is this person?

Qin Yishu frowned, and when he was about to inquire, the sound of the ball slowly approached.

"Bone Lulu——"

A soft, round thing stopped at his feet.

Then, he heard a voice from behind: "Qiaoqiu, give it to me."

The voice was cold and immature, the voice of a little boy.

But it was very strange, this voice did not belong to Ling Yichuan.

Rather, it's smaller than Ling Yichuan, so small, it feels like a little guy who can speak just now, with a slurred speech.

Sure enough, not long after, he felt a soft little guy twisting and running under him, lowering his head, picking up the ball that was a little bigger than his head.

Ball rolled down under the bench, behind his legs.He just felt that the little man under him was wiggling his buttocks and rubbing around.

That soft little body, even if it just touched his leg, made his heart feel soft.

Even though the little guy was small enough to get in, he rubbed around and the ball got stuck on the rail under the chair instead.

After all, he has little strength, he can't take it out, and he gets stuck more and more dead.He had no choice but to crawl out and shake his leg gently: "Qiaoqiu, I want it."

The child's voice was soft and cold, but it could still touch his heartstrings.

Of course Qin Yishu wanted to help him, but he couldn't see, his hand was injured again, and he couldn't use his strength at all.He smiled bitterly: "Uncle couldn't see it, and his wrist was injured again. Kid, you..."

Before he could speak, there was a sound of steady footsteps.The little boy raised his head and saw the tall and indifferent figure, but his mouth was pursed, and he didn't say a word. [

The sound of steady footsteps was getting closer, and finally, the sliding door was pulled open.Leng Haotian looked at the little boy, his handsome face instantly collapsed: "Yunting, come here!"

Qin Yishu frowned, he recognized this voice, it was Leng Haotian!

By the way, he is Feng Linxue's husband, so the little boy at his feet is their son?

Leng Yunting frowned and looked at the ball stuck in the gap.He was shaking Qin Yishu's leg just now, begging him for help.But in front of his father, he immediately kept his mouth shut, unwilling to beg him.

This pair of father and son has been feuding since childhood.Born with incompatibility, Xiao Yunting never gets close to his father, but likes to cling to his mother.