His little cutie turned sweet

Chapter 104 So What Do You Say?

When he was young, he knew that his mother liked her daughter very much, because she always liked to buy some pictures of girls to show him, and every time she would take the pictures and ask him if the girls in the pictures were good-looking.

And every time, he will obediently say that it looks good.

Because he knew that as long as he said that, his mother would laugh happily.

So in his memory, from childhood to adulthood, his mother gave him the feeling that she liked her daughter very much, and liked little girls very much.

At that time, he didn't quite understand why his mother liked her daughter so much.

Obviously he is also very obedient and obedient.

It wasn't until later, when he met Nancy, seeing the little girl's pink face and listening to her soft voice, that he fully understood.

It turns out that the daughter that my mother likes looks like this.

No matter what he does, he can't imitate it, he can't learn it.

He didn't tell Mom directly about Nancy's existence.

It's actually a bit selfish.

He was afraid that his mother would only like Nancy when she saw Nancy, and would never like him as much as before.

Even my mother would ignore his existence because of Nancy, and only had Nancy in her eyes.

If he was still harboring conjectures at that time, then today, his conjectures have actually come true.

Thinking of the scene this afternoon, thinking that her mother only had Nancy in her eyes without him, and thinking of her parents happily saying that they would accept Nancy as a goddaughter tonight.

The tears in Gu Xuanyang's eyes were like a broken fountain, running across his cheeks, and then dripping onto the quilt under him.

The sky-blue quilt was also smudged into patches of ink color by his tears, which looked extraordinarily protruding.

Gu Yichen stood at the door, seeing what he said, Gu Xuanyang didn't even open the door for him, and got a little anxious to get angry.

She raised her hand to hammer on the door, but Wang Ruolan held her hand and stopped her from moving. Wang Ruolan's eyes turned red, "Yichen, don't."

"My son is still young, what Qing Qiao said when he left just now, don't confront him head-on, besides, it's my fault, I only cared about liking my daughter and ignored Xuan Yang's feelings, which made him feel so uncomfortable , think we don’t like him anymore.”

Gu Yichen put down his hand and sighed, "Then what do you think should be done?"

She is right.

Head-to-head is really not a good solution.

They have to think about how to get Xuan Yang to open the door, and then sit down with them and have a peaceful talk with them.

Xuan Yang is a sensible child, always obedient and sensible, not the kind of naughty and unreasonable child.

Although he is only eight years old, he understands the big and small things. If he hammers the door like this now, it may scare him and make him even more afraid.

Wang Ruolan thought for a while, then suddenly her eyes lit up, she turned around and went upstairs, "Yichen, I remember that the key to Xuan Yang's room is in our room, I'll go get it right away."

"Okay." Gu Yichen looked at her back, dumbfounded.

That's right, although Xuan Yang doesn't open the door, the key to his room is with them.

With the key, are you afraid that you won't be able to open the door?

Then what door did he hammer just now?

Really confused.

Wang Ruolan quickly took down the key, and Aunt Liu followed in worry.

Three people gathered around the door.

Wang Ruolan handed the key to Gu Yichen and asked him to insert it into the lock cylinder. With a click, the door was unlocked.

When Gu Xuanyang heard the movement at the door, he raised his head abruptly. Bai Zhe's cheeks were covered with residual tears, and his light brown eyes were full of shock and anger.

They even opened the door with a key.

unacceptable.

Without his consent, they opened the door of his room directly.

...not leaving him any personal space.

Gu Xuanyang bit his thin lips tightly, his heart filled with grievance and sadness again, he pulled up the quilt beside him and covered his head in it, holding the quilt tightly with both hands and pressing his head.

He didn't want them to see him in a mess now.

　.........

　　I'm here to update.

　　La la la.

　　Ticket, ticket, where are you.

　　I want tickets.

　　...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)