Xiao Xingchen's fingers trembled slightly, and this feeling was a bit subtle.

Xia Wanxin said, "Because I am with you now, I feel happy. Even if I don't speak, this emotion can be conveyed through music. Isn't it amazing?"

Xiao Xingchen raised his eyes slightly and looked at her. His hands were covered by her, very warm.

She played the piano for him and said so much to him, and cured his illness.

I wish she was his mommy.

Then he must be the luckiest child.

But not.

Xiao Xingchen pursed his lips, held back the loss in his heart, and smiled at her.

So Xia Wanxin's voice became gentler and she spoke, "If you don't like to say it, then try to think about us in this way, okay?"

She let go of her hand and let him try it on her own. At the same time, her gentle voice fell into the last sentence: "If you are someone who loves you, you will definitely be willing to listen."

Xiao Xingchen was stunned to open the black and white keys.

These things that were just the coldest in his eyes now seem to be given vivid meaning.

It's like a piece of paper, a pen, he can use it to describe anything.

Xiao Xingchen unconsciously pressed it a few times, and the sound of dingdong came out, which was very crisp and nice.

Xia Wanxin smiled.

Seeing him fascinated, he did not disturb him.

He stood up and silently waved to the little sweetheart.

The two walked outside and Xia Wanxin squatted down: "Did your brother take great care of you before?"

The little sweetheart's eyes turned: "I fell down when playing games, my brother will definitely come to help me as soon as possible."

Xia Wanxin laughed, pinched her face, and then said, "Then in kindergarten, the task of protecting my brother will be handed over to you. You always have to reciprocate, right?"

"Of course." The little sweetheart patted her breasts, feeling that her mother was a little stupid. She didn't need to say that she would protect her brother, that's the brother.

Xia Wanxin was thinking, and she found that her daughter and Xiao Xingchen were really getting along well.

When she was abroad, the little guy actually didn't have many friends. Her personality is very likable, but she is good at self-protection. Children of the same age are not as precocious as her, so many of them can't talk to each other.

But she and Xiao Xingchen really have a good relationship.

Maybe it's because of blood relationship, it's a father after all.

Xia Wanxin didn't say anything else. Seeing that the time was coming, she told them to listen to Teacher Shen and leave the kindergarten with her bag.

In the afternoon, she walked out soon after she went to the company.

Lao Liu's family is located in a somewhat remote location in the city. It is an ordinary community. There are thousands of such communities in the mall, including thousands of families.

The other street next to the community is a place similar to a village in the city, or it can be described as a slum.

Looking further away from the opposite side, it is a recently developed aristocratic property with a very tall name, the Western Suburbs Tan Palace.

This place outlines three different worlds.

Xia Wanxin got out of the car and walked towards the community.

Nowadays, there is no longer any funerals in the city center, and no funeral halls are allowed.

But this community is quite old, and some regulations are not that strict.

So as soon as she entered the door, she saw a building with obvious extra braziers for burning paper money and large wreaths, with many flowers placed beside them.

I think when Lao Liu was still alive, he had a very good reputation, otherwise so many people would not have come to pay tribute to him.

Xia Wanxin looked at it in place for a while and put down the bouquet of flowers he bought.

Then, she went upstairs.
Chapter completed!