Yi Qianmo walked up to Ling Yiran hesitantly, with some kind of struggle on his face.

"Xiao Mo, what's wrong?" Ling still looked at his eldest son strangely.

Yi Qianmo's little face tightened, and his face turned slightly red. Then he hugged Ling Yiran, who was squatting, and kissed her on the face, "Mommy, I...

..I also...so...miss you so much..."

After saying this, Yi Qianmo's little face turned even redder. After all, it was the first time for him to say these words in front of so many people.

But after saying this, Yi Qianmo looked at his mother's face with a smile of joy and excitement, and suddenly felt that it was good to say it!

If mommy likes it, then... he can talk more about it in the future, but if he wants him to do this like his sister, it seems... it's a bit more difficult.

There was a little boy beside him. Looking at the scene in front of him, he had seen this woman before and knew that she was Yi Qianjin's mother.

She is also the woman Mommy hates!

Once, Mommy told him that he and Yi Qianjin would never be friends. At that time, he didn't understand what was going on, but now, he understands.

His mother almost killed this woman. These days, when he stays here, he is always pointed out by others. Everyone knows whose child he is and what his mother has done.

There was also a servant's child who ran up to him and spat at him, saying that he was the child of a bad guy, so he would definitely be a bad guy in the future!

Is mommy... a bad guy? It seems so, but she is still his mommy, and this cannot be changed.

He still remembered that Xiao Jin rushed over and stood in front of her, and the spit from the other party also spat on her beautiful new pink skirt.

The servant's child turned pale with fright and could not speak a word. There were several other servants' children who were watching, but no one dared to say a word.

And she said in a clear and loud voice, "His mommy did something bad, and it was not him. He is not a bad boy, and he will not become a bad guy in the future!"

Then she took his hand directly and returned to her room.

She looked at the dirty skirt on her body with some regret, "What a pity, I like this skirt so much."

"I'm sorry." He rarely said these three words.

But she blinked her eyes in confusion, "Why do you want to say sorry to me? It's not you who vomited on my skirt."

"If you hadn't blocked it for me..."

"That's what I want." She said.

Then she asked the maid who took care of her to help her get another dress to change into.

But at this moment, he didn't know that this pink skirt was deeply engraved in his memory.

After she changed into her skirt, she asked him to play the piano.

These days, she likes to play the piano with him the most, and he is also amazed at her piano skills. His piano teacher once said that he is a genius.

But now, he feels that she seems to be a more talented person than him.

Although he can play all the notes perfectly, it seems that the sound of the piano is never as beautiful as what she plays. Is this what the teacher said, integrating emotions?
Chapter completed!