Our love is not a fairy tale

Chapter 162 A little bit (1)

"Are you Sifan, so cute, auntie hugs." Xiaofan forced a smile, and stretched out his arms to hug Sifan.

"Are you Aunt Xiaofan?" Sifan's clear voice sounded, and he blinked at Xiaofan.

Xiao Fan nodded and watched Si Fan rush into her arms.

"Auntie Xiaofan, mother wants me to say sorry to you, please forgive mother, and mother will get up to accompany me." Sifan said while holding onto Xiaofan's clothes tightly.

"Sifan, auntie forgave your mother a long time ago, mother went to a very interesting place, now she wants Sifan to be with auntie, okay?" Xiaofan said sobbing.

"Is mom back yet?"

"I will come back, as long as Sifan listens to Auntie, mother will come back." Hearing Sifan's immature voice, Xiaofan desperately held back tears.

"Aunt Xiaofan, Sifan will listen to you in the future."

"Good boy!" Xiao Fan held Si Fan in his arms, tears dripping onto Si Fan's clothes.

Ji Shan and the others next to him were even more heartbroken when they heard this, and the old people present were in tears.

After finishing Chen Chen's funeral, Xiao Fan knew that Chen Chen had been living with Si Fan in his old villa and separated from Lin Jiu.

After that meeting and the funeral, Xiaofan and Lin Jiu never saw each other again.

Back at the villa, nothing has changed in the past 6 years. Xiaofan went to the third floor, and there was no dust on the ground inside. When he went to his previous room and studio, it was the same as before.

"Baby, what did mother do here before?" Xiao Fan asked the well-behaved Si Fan, whose nickname was Bao Bao.

"Mom, I usually like to sit in the studio and look at the portrait of my father. It takes me several hours to look at it, and I don't care about the baby." Si Fan said with a pout.

Xiao Fan looked at the portraits he had painted for Lin Jiu in the studio. Sister, I really love Lin Jiu so much.

"Auntie, I hate Dad the most." Si Fan pointed at Lin Jiu's portrait and said in a childish voice.

"Why?" Xiao Fan hugged Si Fan and sat where he usually sat, looking at Lin Jiu in the portrait.

(End of this chapter)