The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

There are a lot of dolls in the room. The pair of sills on the window sill has been very long. The fluff on the ears of the two rabbits has been washed white. It was the birthday gift that Tong Yan gave her when she was four years old.

A long-eared rabbit placed on the bed by the pillow was older, and she gave it to her when she was two years old.

At that time, Tong Yan was still a relatively sensitive little girl. She couldn't sleep at night. Shi Yanyang gave her a beautiful long-eared rabbit to her.

In fact, Tong Yan has never relied on the habit of anything, but then slowly, when she slept, she was accustomed to holding the rabbit to sleep.

The two European dolls next to the pillows are the Christmas gifts that she gave her when she was five years old. From the time she came to the Qing family, every festival every year, Shi Yanyang has the habit of giving her gifts, even the National Day. New Year's Day is no exception.

The doll that leaned on the European doll was sent by Shi Yanyang when she was six years old, and the next one was when she was seven years old...

Every doll in the room has a story about him and her.

Shi Yanyang did not go through these things before, but now suddenly saw, but found that every bit about her and him, as if in his mind marked with a mark.

Even if the age is so long, he still remembers so clearly.

Step by step toward the bed, picking up the long-eared rabbit on her bed and watching it quietly, Shi Yanyang gently stroking the rabbit's ear and lying down on her bed.

Sleeping in her room for one night, when I woke up the next day, the Qingyafeng couple were packing their bags and seemed to be preparing to return home.

"Don't go together?" Tong Yan licked the bread on the table and saw him coming downstairs.

She always remembers when he left the matter, and he still didn't go back without saying three sentences.

Shi Yanyang glanced at her in a cool, a few steps to her side, folded the bread in her hand, and stuffed her into her mouth to block her mouth.

"Take your food!"

Tong Yan grinned, didn't talk much.

When Qing Yafeng dragged his luggage and was ready to go out, he thought about the conversation between the two people last night and stopped.

Over the side, his eyes stared at Shi Yanyang and looked at it. It seemed to be something to say.

"The three uncles have something to say!" Shi Yanyang stunned his dagger.

"Yan Yan did not have so many seven years!" Qing Yafeng did not say much, just left this sentence and went straight out of the hall.

"Dad, wait for me, I will send you!" Tong Yan left the bread in his hand, and regardless of his breakfast, he did not finish it. He ran down and chased it up.

Shi Yanyang stood stiff in the room and slowly thought of his words, his eyes stagnate.

His face was slightly light and drooping, and the dark inked ink seemed to be covered with a hazy mist. It seemed to be thinking about something.

For a long time lost.

When I lifted it again, my eyes returned to Qingming.

Strode out to the outside of the villa, and before the engine of Qing Yafeng started, he pulled the door and sat in the back seat, sitting with Tong Yan, "Send it together!"

Tong Yan stunned, but did not say much.

The head is enough to reach the front seat. Only the words of Qing Yafeng are in her head. "Dad, what seven years?"

"Are you talking about last night?"

"What is the relationship between my seven years and commemoration?"

"Dad, you are talking about it, let me and my mother also identify and identify your theory!"