Occupy the black-bellied president

Chapter 408 Ailan Manor 2
Thinking of this, Du Rui put on a bitter face, "Jiaqi, what should I do, now at home, it's a three-on-one situation, and I'm about to lose my foothold. Little Mo Bao grows up and becomes more unreliable , with a cold face all day long, and I don't know who I learned from..."

"With Ah Luo?" Ding Jiaqi joked.

Du Rui glanced at her, "Maybe."

"anything else?"

"Luoluo's temper is also the same. I don't know who I learned from. I'm extremely irritable. I'm about to be tortured to death by these two little ancestors, but Zixiu always looks like it doesn't matter. Do you think educating children is a trivial matter? ? He insisted on advocating a free-range method, and if the stocking continues like this..."

Ding Jiaqi looked at Du Rui's frustrated look, and couldn't help but find it funny, "You've got it, a pair of children, and a husband that everyone envies. If you bully one, bully the other!"

"How can you say such things, Jiaqi..." Du Rui tilted her head and leaned against Ding Jiaqi, "I really have no choice, otherwise do you think I will run to City A? I won't take a breath , is going to die."

"How can it be so exaggerated?"

"It must be so exaggerated!" Du Rui said angrily, then sat down again, and hugged Yong Yi tightly, "It would be great if Xiao Mo Bao was half as caring and sensible as Xiao Yong Yi."

"Mother Rui, aren't brother Mo Bao and sister Luo Luo here?"

"Well, they are too naughty. Mother Rui doesn't like to take them out. Mother Rui likes to take little Yongyi to play around."

"Ah? But Yong Yi wants to see Brother Mo Bao and Sister Luo Luo..."

"Hehe..." Du Rui smiled dryly.

Ding Jiaqi covered her mouth, "Yongyi, tell Mama Rui, if you want the children to behave well, you must first be a competent mother like your mother."

Yin Yongyi blinked, and then looked at Du Rui, "My mother said, if you want Brother Mobao and Sister Luoluo to be obedient, you must first be a competent mother like my mother!"

Ding Jiaqi nodded.

Du Rui looked at Yin Yongyi miraculously, and smacked his mouth, "Why is Yongyi so smart and obedient?"

Ding Jiaqi chuckled.

When he was not good, Du Rui just didn't look at him.

"Two days ago, she was crying and looking for my father." Ding Jiaqi said lightly.

Du Rui looked up at Ding Jiaqi.

"Later I ignored him, and he went to bed obediently after crying for a while."

Du Rui frowned.

Didn't she never experience this kind of feeling? Didn't Xia Moqing fight with her during the two years when she and Xia Zixiu were at odds?The awkwardness couldn't be counted on ten fingers.

Often she didn't make him cry, but let herself fall into a place of unextricable sadness.

Listening to Ding Jiaqi now, by comparison, Ding Jiaqi is much more chic than herself.

"Xiao Yongyi is still very obedient and sensible." Du Rui was envious, "By the way, Jiaqi, do you want to bring Yongyi to Italy?"

"Why go to Italy?" Ding Jiaqi asked, "Living here is already pretty good."

"Don't Aluo still have a lot of things left in Italy?" Du Rui said casually, "The place where he lived before, not long ago, Zixiu took me there once, it's really a beautiful manor."

"Ailan Manor..." Ding Jiaqi remembered that place, his eyes darkened, and he smiled wryly, "He did mention that he would take me to Ailan Manor to experience the taste of Italian medieval manor houses."

"Although he used to live there, there is actually nothing there. When Zixiu took me there, there were only a few servants left to clean the manor. I just want to mention that if one day, you want to visit, Just tell me and I can take you there."

Ding Jiaqi shook her head, and hugged Yong Yi into her arms, "I won't go for now, I'll go now, I always feel..."

Still can't take it.

"But when Yong Yi grows up a bit, I can take him to see where his father lived before."

Du Rui nodded.

"I'm a little tired from the flight, I'm going to sleep for a while."

"it is good."

Ding Jiaqi and Yin Yongyi were left in the living room.

"Mother……"

"kindness?"

"What kind of manor is Rui's mother talking about..."

"Alan Manor."

"It's where Dad used to live..."

"Yes, Dad should have lived there before he met Mom." Ding Jiaqi thinks so, but Yin Luo is always wandering outside. Even if Ailan Manor is really the place where he lived before, he probably never really lived there. How long.

"Then maybe Dad lives there now." Yin Yongyi said lightly, and he looked at Ding Jiaqi with pure and innocent eyes.

She reached out and pinched Yin Yongyi's cheek, "Where is Dad, have you forgotten?"

"..." Yin Yongyi pursed his lips, and then reluctantly said, "In our garden."

Ding Jiaqi nodded, "Yes."

"Then... Maybe Dad will go back to the place where he used to live occasionally..." Yin Yongyi seemed to be holding on to Ailan Manor.

Ding Jiaqi tilted her head, "Son, what do you want to say?"

Yin Yongyi threw himself on Ding Jiaqi, and said in a low voice, "Mom...but I want to visit the place where Dad lived..."

Ding Jiaqi frowned slightly, "My dear son, that place is far away..."

"When Dad lived here before, didn't it feel far to walk back and forth?"

"..." Ding Jiaqi turned Yin Yongyi's small face, "Come on, look at mom, why are you so good at talking? I usually see you stuttering, but you speak smoothly at critical moments?"

Yin Yongyi smiled dryly, then called softly, "Mom..."

"Well, when Yong Yi is older, mom will take you there again, okay?"

"Don't..." Yin Yongyi suddenly put on a small face, without any expression, and refused very, very calmly, "Mom, I don't want it, I'm going now."

"Be good, Yong Yi." Ding Jiaqi persuaded, "Mom still has a job. If I take you to Italy, Mom's job will be lost. Mom's job will be lost. From now on, Mom and Yong Yi will know that they will sleep on the road. .”

"No, Mom, we can sleep at my grandparents' house."

"..." Ding Jiaqi was speechless immediately, "Yin Yongyi, be good, don't make trouble."

"Mom..." Yin Yongyi called Ding Jiaqi persistently, "Mom, take me, take me..."

Ding Jiaqi seldom saw Yin Yongyi act like a baby like this, she was really helpless for a while, "You are not good, are you?"

"I just want to go! I just want to see Dad!"

"..."

"Daddy might be in Ailan Manor! Daddy isn't in the garden at all!" Yin Yongyi broke out suddenly, and then cried loudly, "Daddy doesn't talk to me, don't pay attention to me, don't hug me, don't coax me Me, someone else's father always..."

"Yin Yongyi, other people's father is good, you go to someone else's house." Ding Jiaqi put him on the sofa, scolded him coldly, and let go of him.

"No, mom..." Yin Yongyi burst into tears immediately, and grabbed Ding Jiaqi's cuff.

"There is a father in someone else's house, why don't you just go to someone else's house?" Ding Jiaqi turned her head and looked at him with red eyes.

Yin Yongyi seemed to be frightened, "Mom, mom, I won't say anything, I won't say anything."

"Let go." Ding Jiaqi snapped.

Yin Yongyi was not willing to let go, not only that, but also clenched Ding Jiaqi's cuffs even tighter, "Mom, I don't want Dad anymore, don't leave me..."

Ding Jiaqi closed her eyes, her heart was firmly gripped by this sound.

"Then do you still want to go to Ailan Manor?"

Yin Yongyi immediately shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, no."

Ding Jiaqi sighed softly and hugged her son into her arms, "Don't cry."

Yin Yongyi was sobbing.

Du Rui rushed down after hearing the sound, only to see Ding Jiaqi frowning tightly.

"Why are you crying like this all of a sudden?"

Ding Jiaqi shrugged, "It's okay, you can rest."

Du Rui rubbed her eyes, and looked at the backs of the mother and child, frowning more and more tightly.

At night, Ding Jiaqi patted Yin Yongyi's back to comfort him, propped his chin with one hand, and looked at the dark red curtains.

"dad……"

Ding Jiaqi trembled all over. Looking at her son who was raving in his sleep, her heart tightened. She bent down and gently kissed his soft black hair.

"Yongyi, I'm sorry... Mom shouldn't get angry at you, you have to know, not only you want dad, but mom wants to kill your dad too... You have to know, without you, mom would have left long ago ..."

"Ah Luo, you should be watching me and Yong Yi by our side... If you are here, you will still come to my dream at night..." Ding Jiaqi smiled and slowly fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Yin Yongyi got up in a daze, and then saw Ding Jiaqi packing her luggage.

"Mother?"

"Are you awake?"

"Mom, where are you going?"

Ding Jiaqi handed Yin Yongyi's clothes in front of him, "Mom took you to Italy, didn't you say you wanted to see where Dad lives?"

"Mom..." Yin Yongyi was even more shocked at this moment.

"Why are you opening your mouth so wide? There are no boiled eggs this morning. Hurry up and get dressed. We have two hours left for the ten o'clock plane."

Yin Yongyi was still shocked.

Seeing him dawdling, Ding Jiaqi quickly pulled the clothes over his head, "Wear thicker, Italy is not as warm as City A."

After Yin Yongyi came back to his senses, he immediately jumped up and down on the bed excitedly, "Okay, Mom, I can wear it myself! Mom, you pack your things first!"

Ding Jiaqi also laughed when she saw Yin Yongyile doing circles on the spot.

Du Rui took Yin Yongyi's breakfast and walked into the room, "Come on, eat your breakfast first."

"Thank you, Mama Rui."

Du Rui sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Ding Jiaqi, "You're just torturing me. I'll come back to see you once. I only slept for one night. I'm going back with you?"

"You can continue to stay in City A." Ding Jiaqi said bluntly.

"What are you talking about..." Du Rui was speechless, and then helped Yong Yi get dressed.

"It's not that Yong Yi is arguing to go, what can I do if he wants to go?" Ding Jiaqi said helplessly.

"Just Yong Yi wanting to go?"

Du Rui asked tentatively.

Ding Jiaqi smiled slightly, "I want to see it too..."

Ailan Manor, the Ailan Manor that I have never been to, the place where Yin Luo lived before, what exactly is it.

Last night, before going to bed, I suddenly wanted to go to...

So, I got up early in the morning and booked a plane ticket. This is the reason why the so-called action is worse than heart.

No matter how many complaints Du Rui had, he couldn't speak up, so he could only fly back to Italy with the mother and son.

(End of this chapter)