After returning from the children's playground, Ling Moxue saw two boxes of fruit in front of her house.

The fruit was sent by her father, Ling Zhongxiao and a note was left in it. It said that he couldn't get her phone and stabbed the fruit at her door.

Ling Moxue moved the box full of grapes, apples and pears into the room. Ling Qiyang washed a part of it sensibly. He put the rest in a fresh-keeping bag and put it in the refrigerator.

Seeing her brother doing things, Ling Qiyue was not far behind. She happened to carry a bag of garbage out of the yard ...

A car rubbed past her and slowly stopped at her door when she tossed the bag in the roadside trash can.

The door opened and a young man with a long figure in white and black trousers came down. He was wearing a pair of broad-brimmed brown sunglasses and was clean and elegant.

Ling Qiyue approached him curiously, raising her face, and blinked her eyes, "Uncle, who are you looking for?"

Yang Jianchen slowly lowered his head. He saw a soft and cute face through the lens...

Snow-white skin, big water eyes and a pink mouth with tender water. She was like Ling Moxue when she was very young.

Such a girl was really cute.

Yang Jianchen reached out and gently touched her cheek. His thin lips slightly opened, "Are you Suan Cai?"

Ling Qiyue nodded and smiled, "Yeah, how did you know that, uncle? I don't seem to have seen you."

Yang Jianchen looked at her and his heart was sour.

If Ling Moxue married with him, the child she gave birth must be so beautiful, right?

"I ... I'm your mum's friend. Is she at home?"

"At home, I'll tell Mommy." Ling Qiyue ran into the yard immediately. But within a few steps, she ran back again. "Uncle, what's your name?"

"Yang Jianchen."

"Okay, you wait." Ling Qiyue entered the room happily, shouting, "Mum, you have a handsome boyfriend here."

Ling Moxue came out of the kitchen and asked strangely, "Who?"

"Yang, Jian, Chen." Ling Qiyue answered word by word.

Dang ...

The spatula in Ling Moxue's hand fell to the ground and the panic appeared on her face.

Ling Qiyang, who was picking vegetables at the table, changed his face slightly and turned to her sister. "Suan Cai, tell the uncle that Mummy is not at home."

"It is late. I said Mummy was at home." Ling Qiyue pursed her lips and looked at her mother sullenly. "Mum, Uncle Yang is really your friend? He knows my name is Suan Cai."

Ling Moxue picked up the spatula and stabilized her mood, smiling slightly, "Mum, you should go out to see."

Today's sunlight is not very strong. but Yang Jianchen standing in the doorway has already dripped a few sweat beads.

Looking at his first girlfriend coming gracefully and his heart could not help jumping fast. His fingers trembled slightly and the expression on his face was ever-changing.

Ling Moxue, she is still so beautiful and peaceful. A white chiffon skirt outlined her bumpy slim figure. Big eyes on her pretty face were like autumn water, charming and touching.

"Master Yang, are you okay?" comparing with Yang Jianchen, Ling Moxue has calmed down a lot.

"Xueer!" Yang Jianchen stretched out his hand. Ling Moxue stepped back and his empty hand stopped awkwardly in the air.

After a long while, he retracted his hands in a loss and his voice is mute, "I knew that you are returning to China with your child until today."

"Um." Ling Moxue didn't turn her head faintly, looking at a bunch of rose flowers at the door.

"Can I go in and sit?"

"..." Ling Moxue turned her eyes slightly and saw her baby standing hand in hand under the porch. She smiled lightly, "Sorry, it is inconvenient for orphans and widows to see an unmarried man."