But Song Yan didn't expect that things were far from that simple.

At night, Qi Qingyan actually deliberately made excuses to find Li Beiting.

"Mr. Li, are you in a bad mood tonight?

How do you think you don’t eat much?"

Qi Qingyan pinched her voice and felt gentle, her voice so tender that it seemed to be able to pinch out water.

Li Beiting ignored her. Not only that, Li Beiting also wanted to ignore her directly.

But Qi Qingyan blocked Li Beiting's way out again.

"Auntie just calls me my name in the future, don't call me Mr. Li."

Li Beiting said coldly.

"You are Song Yan's aunt, and of course my aunt. Although I am older than you, my seniority is here."

Li Beiting wanted to give her a step.

Because this is the Qi family, and Qi Qingyan is Song Yan's aunt.

Regardless of whether there is blood or not, this is the fact.

But Qi Qingyan didn't have this kind of self-consciousness in her heart.

"I like / call you Mr. Li."

"casual."

Li Beiting couldn't stand the artificial appearance of the woman in front of him. He reached out to push her away and turned away, but unexpectedly Qi Qingyan took the opportunity and fell down. In order not to let Qi Qingyan cheat him, Li Beiting subconsciously reached out to support Qi Qingyan.

He really reached out his hand just now, but he couldn't explain it when Qi Qingyan fell down.

But this picture is not like this in the eyes of others.

The handsome men and beautiful women hugged each other under the dim light, which was really a harmonious picture that made people unable to bear to destroy.

But it’s completely different for this man to be his husband.

Song Yan knew that she should believe Li Beiting, but in this case, no one would feel at ease.

But Song Yan couldn't go up and stop him directly.

So Song Yan walked away silently.

I felt bored, and Song Yan didn't feel that she had come to the place she was most familiar with, the back garden.

Qi Yu was looking up at the sky here.

"What are you looking at?"

Song Yan walked to Qi Yu and asked.

Qi Yu had long heard that the steps close to him belonged to his sister, so he was not scared at all, but answered Song Yan's question a little lonely: "I'm looking at my mother, my mother is in the sky. Every time I miss my mother, I will come here to see her."

It hurts a little child to say such words.

"Do you miss your mom?"

"I've never seen her."

Qi Yu's tone was a little disappointed.

"I don't know how old my mother is, nor what she looks like, but I don't know why, I always miss my mother. Now that I'm grown up, I understand a little. I think it may be because my mother missed me, so I guided me to let me sit here and she can see me."

Qi Yu's tone was not very pessimistic.

Because he is just a child, he has never felt maternal love and does not know what his mother should look like.

However, the blood relationship of parents is a memory engraved in human bones. Even if she has never seen her biological mother, she will miss her.

Song Yan hugged Qi Yu with heartache and comforted: "I also feel that just like you think, maybe your mother misses you, so she called you out and wanted to take a good look at you. Since that's the case, don't be sad, because you know that your mother is thinking about you, right?"

"right."

"So if your mother sees you so sad, she will definitely be very sad and cannot be with you. In order not to make your mother sad, you should also be brave and tell your mother that she is very happy now, so that she doesn't have to worry about herself."

Qi Yu looked up at Song Yan: "Can Mom really feel my happiness?"

"It's certainly possible!"

Song Yan said affirmatively.

"Because she is your mother, she can feel your emotions, and she has been with you all the time."

"Sister, it's great to have you with me."

Qi Yu's voice gradually lowered.

Song Yan directly put Qi Yu's small body in his arms, put his head on his arms, and then gently patted his back.

"Go to sleep well."

Song Yan spoke softly.

"Sister is with you."

Soon, Qi Yu fell asleep.

The world of children is always simple and pure. You can sleep peacefully with the company of someone you like, but Song Yan fell into silence as she looked at the darkness in front of her.

She knew she might be in a new trouble again.

Sure enough, Song Yan's intuition was not wrong.

Qi Qingyan seemed to have forgotten her reservedness as an aunt and her identity. She specially asked the servant to change the room she had lived in for many years and vacated a new bedroom next to Song Yan and Li Beiting to settle in.

Song Yan knew that her purpose was impure, but she didn't have much say in this family, so she could only choose to remain silent in most cases.

Just like now.

Qi Qingyan is the daughter of this family, and she can choose the room she likes at will.

It doesn't matter. Song Yan can tolerate it, but what Qi Qingyan did later became a bit unbearable.

"Li Beiting, why don't you eat it?

Is it not to your liking?"

One morning, there were only Song Yan, Li Beiting and Qi Qingyan on the table, and she had no cover for her words and actions.

But to be more tactful, Qi Qingyan no longer called "Beiting", but chose to call her daimyo directly.

However, this ordinary name also made her call it a tangled/multi-hearted and sad taste.

Seeing Li Beiting frowning and sitting at the dining table without saying a word, Qi Qingyan sat beside him with her porridge and asked with great concern.

Li Beiting ignored her.

Now that Song Yan is on the right, Qi Qingyan sits on his left again, Li Beiting gradually feels a sense of oppression.

He still couldn't help but speak: "Aunt, don't worry, I can't eat much in the morning."

Li Beiting deliberately said the word "aunt" to remind Qi Qingyan to pay attention to her identity.

But Qi Qingyan ignored it at all.

"If you don't eat breakfast, how can you have the energy to work?"

Qi Qingyan seemed to have not noticed Li Beiting's warning, but instead became even worse.

"Song Yan is pregnant and may not have time to cook for you. My aunt is not at home now. Just tell me what you want to eat and I will cook for you."

Song Yan was silent on the side, but the spoon in his hand was about to poke the eggs on the plate.

The creaking sound was harsh, and Li Beiting felt her displeasure.

There is really no good way to treat Qi Qingyan.

Because although Qi Qingyan is considered to be of the same age as them, she is indeed Song Yan’s aunt in terms of identity, so it is normal for her to express her concern for her niece and niece-in-law.

But the key is that all three of them understand what she is thinking.

But helpless, neither of the couple can be identified.
Chapter completed!