The reborn wife is about to turn over

Chapter 270 Nanshan Orphanage (2)
There is a small door in the aisle between the bathroom and the living room, Su Singer slowly got up from the bathtub until he was sure that Yi Nanchen was really not outside, then walked out wearing a towel.

The woman in the mirror was wearing a brand-new set of Chanel clothes, and even the size of her underwear was exactly the same.

Su Singer blushed, and after a while, she slowly calmed down again. She couldn't love this man, and she couldn't love him either.

Under Yi Nanchen's insistence, Su Xinge was forced to eat two bowls of porridge with fish fillets. As soon as he put down the spoon, Su Xinge silently looked at the man opposite with his watery eyes.

"You said that I found Ningning after dinner, and I want to see him now."

Yi Nanchen wiped his mouth calmly, looked at the woman's face that was beginning to turn bloody, a trace of inexplicable emotion instantly swayed into the air, distilled into a unique smell.

"it is good."

There was still light snow in the sky, and the bare roadside branches passed through the cold air outside the car window. Today, Mr. Jiusheng, who had just escaped from another mission, accompanied him.

Su Singer was not in a good mood today, so he just nodded slightly and said a simple hello. Yi Nanchen has been holding her hand since he left the room and never let go. She didn't resist, and just silently turned her face out of the window From a distance, it seems that the mountains outside the city have been covered with snow; the direction of the car seems to be the old city, Su Singer does not know where Yi Nanchen is going to take her to meet Ningning, anyway, since she has already gone to him There is no difference between asking and not asking about the car.

Along the way, it was indeed the old buildings in the old city that came into view. The difference was that, in just a few days, Su Singer found a string of red lanterns and window grilles hanging under the eaves of those old houses.

It seems... very... Chinese New Year.

"Is it almost Chinese New Year?" Su Singer thought about it, but he couldn't remember what day it is today, his mind was a little confused, and he murmured unknowingly.

"Yeah, girl, Chinese New Year will be over in ten days, you won't even forget this?" Yi Nanchen has been paying attention to her actions, and when he heard her uncertain voice, he pulled the confused little girl with one hand. He pinched her little nose and smiled softly.

Su Singer pulled away his hand slightly and stopped talking.

Two 10 minutes later...

The black jeep stopped at a place that looked like a courtyard. There was a long sign hanging at the door, which said... Nanshan Orphanage.

Is Ning Ning really here?

Su Xinge was puzzled and wanted to ask, but he also knew that since he had come here, Yi Nanchen would definitely not say anything to her, so he didn't say anything.

Turning his gaze towards Yi Nanchen to the half-old white sign hanging at the door, there are wide walls and green tiles on the left and right sides, the big wooden door looks heavy and old, as if For some years, everything is so old and dilapidated.

Su Singer tightly clutched his little hand, the little heart in his chest was beating uneasily, poor Ningning, is it really here?She obviously has a healthy family and a life experience that people can't match, but she has to be abandoned in this place by her own parents.

How can she be so embarrassing?

Yi Nanchen, how can you bear it?
Although Yi Nanchen didn't seem to have looked at her directly since getting off the car, but her complex expressions never escaped his sight.He held her hand tightly, and didn't intend to pay attention to Su Singer's fluctuating emotions at this time.

Jiu Sheng was signaled to go up and knock on the door. Not long after, Su Singer saw a half-human tall little girl standing on tiptoe and opening the heavy door with some difficulty through the gap between her fingers. An immature child with a weak voice He asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Jiusheng stepped aside, Yi Nanchen pulled Su Xingge up and smiled gently at the little girl: "Xiaoling, don't you remember me?"

The little girl named Xiaoling took a look at him, and with her big shining eyes, she seemed to suddenly remember and shouted happily: "Uncle Yi."

Yi Nanchen was short and hugged her with a smile, with a gentle smile on his face, that was the gentleness Su Singer had rarely seen on his face, like the warm sun suddenly appearing in the snowy sky, he said : "Is the dean's mother here?"

"The dean's mother is in the room, talking with the guests."

"Well, let's go, take me to find the dean's mother."

Xiaoling responded crisply, and Yi Nanchen walked inside with each hand holding a woman, big and small.

Su Singer continued to remain silent. She always thought that this should be a courtyard like a courtyard. After entering the gate, she found that the house inside was an independent building. Although it was old, it had a quaint taste.

When passing by a small lawn, Su Singer unexpectedly saw a few big roosters striding past their feet, screaming and taking a leisurely walk.

At this moment, Su Singer suddenly remembered that when Ning Cuo Cuo was still pregnant with Ning Ning, Yi Nanchen came home one day and took out an old hen from the trunk of the car. The absolutely natural hen caught is good for my son.

Afterwards, he forced the old hen to eat two meals in a row before it could be considered complete.

However, at that time, she was full of resentment towards Yi Nanchen, and she never believed that he would kindly run to the south of the wild forest called Nanshan to catch some pheasants for her.

It turns out that this Nanshan is not Binanshan.

Su Singer lowered his head slightly and glanced at a mirror on the wall. The woman inside was twitching the corners of her mouth unnaturally.Walking into a long corridor, one side of the wall is covered with promotional pages and donation lists of a certain department and a certain unit. Su Singer is no stranger to these. Places like orphanages that gather the most vulnerable groups in society usually They are all places where dignitaries or people from society put another layer of glory on themselves; naturally, there are also people who sincerely show their love.

On the other side of the wall, there is a long blackboard with no blackboard writing on it. It seems that it is full of children's graffiti.

His eyes flicked along with the footsteps. Somewhere at the end of the blackboard, Su Singer stopped in front of a picture with only three loaves of bread.

The painting is extremely simple, with three small circles placed on top of three large circles. If there is not a fork on it, Su Singer would not dare to call it bread. The picture looks immature and unharmonious.

(End of this chapter)