"Auntie, thank you."

Ling Nian looked at Song Yiran with a sincere face, with a slightly red eye circle and a stubborn look. The girl was like a flower blooming in the wind and rain, revealing the upward beauty everywhere.

"If Xiao Nian feels sorry, then take good care of Xiao Chenchen for the aunt."

"Yeah, I will definitely."

Aunt Song is so kind to her, so she certainly has no choice but to repay her now. The only thing she can do is to take care of Song Xiaobao more carefully and considerately and live up to Aunt Song's entrustment.

After seeing the school and confirming the class, the group of four left. Later, they went to the kindergarten that Ling'an wanted to attend. The three-year-old child just met the admission requirements and was in the youngest sunflower class.

"The aunt has already bought the learning utensils and will be sent to the apartment later. The aunt has something to do and will leave tonight. Xiao Nian, no matter what problems she encounters in the future, you must tell the aunt. Don't be polite to the aunt, do you know?"

Song Yiran held Ling Nian's hand with a kind face, but her short day of getting along made her more and more caring for Ling Nian. This is a stubborn and positive girl. She is enthusiastic, lively, gentle and delicate. With such a good girl around Song Yichen, he will definitely change gradually.

Song still firmly believes in this.

When she heard that Song Yiran was leaving, Ling Nian felt a little reluctant. She lived in an orphanage since she had memories, and a group of children who were not wanted were living together. The conditions in the orphanage were not good. It would be fine if she couldn't eat enough, but she would be abused, which led to her escape.

When she was seventeen years old, she never knew what it felt like to be cared for by her family. And in just one day, she felt the smell of her mother from Song Yiran.

Seeing Ling Nian's eyes suddenly turned red, Song Yiran felt a little reluctant in her heart, and she became more and more determined to keep her by her side.

"Don't worry, aunt will come to visit you at any time. Xiaochen's school has graduated and he will stay here, so you don't need to worry about distance at all."

Song Yiran clapped Ling Nian's hand with a smile, and at the same time, she gave Song Yichen a look of "If you dare to break up my platform, you won't be spared." Song Yichen could not say anything else, so she could only agree to stay here for the time being to develop.

Although, he originally planned to go abroad to find a quiet environment and then develop his career.

Forget it, since Mommy insists on going, he will stay for the time being. Anyway, he and Gong Ming still have many cooperation projects, which will facilitate their meeting and communication.

After all, the dark world began to be turbulent again. The reason is of course that an inexplicable force emerged quickly like a broken bamboo, and it broke the long-term surface balance and gradually developed the stance to replace the older generation of organizations as the leader.

The old antiques have begun to panic, and that is the result that Song Yichen and Gong Ming are most similar to what they see.

It was already six o'clock in the afternoon after seeing off Song Yiran, and it was almost time for dinner. Ling Nian looked at the sleepy Ling An with a look of hesitation.

The child is sleepy and has to sleep, and he can't wait at all. But she is worried that she will delay cooking time by coaxing Xiao An to sleep. After all, she is now a servant in Song Yichen's family, and then she is Xiao An's sister.

Song Yichen frowned, and of course he saw Ling Nian's entanglement.

The expression paused, then he walked forward expressionlessly and bent down and picked up Ling An, passing Ling Nian. He strided towards the room on the left, where was Ling An's children's room. Ling Nian looked at Song Yichen's back with a look of surprise and hurriedly said: "It's okay, Xiao An can play for a while. I'll go cook first, and I'll coax him after I'm done."

"The child can't wait for sleep."

After leaving a cold and trembling sentence, Song Yichen hugged Ling An and entered the room directly.

Ling Nian was cold for a long time before she let out a breath carefully. She always couldn't get along with Song Yichen well. Perhaps it was because of the huge oppression he always had, which made her feel uncomfortable.

Forget it, go and cook quickly.

She was not very relieved to let Song Yichen coax Xiao An to sleep, because although Xiao An was usually very well-behaved, she was very difficult to deal with before going to bed. She was worried that Song Yichen could not stand Xiao An, so she was angry and gave her baby brother what was wrong.

Dinner is still simple, with a dish of sweet and sour pork ribs, a dish of braised crucian carp, a stack of sauce cucumbers and a seaweed egg flower soup.

It took only forty minutes to prepare the supper. Ling Nian hurriedly took off her apron, washed her hands, and walked to Ling An's room.

The door was not locked and opened with a slight push. Seeing the scene inside, Ling Nian was stunned.

On the sky blue children's bed, Ling An was lying on it in his little panda pajamas. Song Yichen was lying on his side, holding a story book in his hand, obviously telling a story to Ling An. His voice happened to be between a teenager and a young man, and it was a bit low and nice.

Ling Nian stood blankly at the door, listening to Song Yichen telling Ling An a story.

For some reason, she was actually a little drowsy.

"Xiao An is already asleep. Save his food before letting him eat when he wakes up at night."

"Oh, OK."

Song Yichen's cold tone immediately made Ling Nian come back to his senses. He thought that he had actually seen Song Yichen bewildered and his heart beat faster. He responded quickly and hurriedly closed the door and left in a hurry. He went to the kitchen. He leaned against the wall and Ling Nian felt that his heart was so fast that it was so fast.

She raised her hand in confusion and placed it in her heart, feeling the violent vibration of her chest, and a strange feeling spread in her heart.

"What are you doing?"

Song Yichen's voice suddenly sounded behind him. Ling Nian was so scared that she jumped up and turned around and looked over with a panic look: "No... it's okay, you go to the restaurant first and wait, I'll take the last dish out."

Of course, Song Yichen saw Ling Nian's strangeness, but he didn't care much, so he turned around and left without expression.

"I'm scared to death."

Ling Nian covered her chest with one hand and muttered to herself with a gleeful look on her face. Song Yichen, who had turned back to get the things, accidentally heard Ling Nian's thoughts, and his indifferent eyebrows instantly softened.

Soon the strange thing disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Ling An was missing on the dinner table, and this dinner was simply tormenting for Ling Nian.

She obviously had a table of dishes that were full of colors, fragrance and taste, but she couldn't eat them. She didn't even dare to raise her head, and her head was almost buried in the bowl. If she hadn't had enough concentration, she might not be able to hold the chopsticks. She didn't know what was wrong, and she always felt that she was very unpromising.

Unfortunately, she just didn't dare to look up, regardless of looking at Song Yichen.

So of course Ling Nian didn't know that Song Yichen was looking at her now, with a certain light of interest flashing in his eyes.

Ah, it turns out that there are girls of this type. They have red ears and dare not look up in front of you. They are like a little rabbit who is afraid of being born. I am afraid that any loud noise he makes at this moment is enough to make her jump up.

This is something that I have never seen in Song Xiaomeng before, and it is very... interesting to Song Yichen.

A trace of bad taste suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he narrowed his eyes slightly: "You..."

"Ah, I forgot to warm Xiao An's food in the pot. You eat first, I'll go to the kitchen."

Song Yichen looked at Ling Nian suddenly jumping up from the chair, and finished speaking quickly, then rushed into the kitchen without looking back and closed the door. A few seconds later, Song Yichen came back to his senses. The opposite position was empty, and it seemed that he could still hear the scattered thoughts coming from the kitchen.

What's over? It's over. What's wrong? Song Yichen must hate me even more...

Oh.

Sure enough, it was exactly the same as his imagination. It was astonished as he was, and it turned out to be like a little rabbit.

He realized that he had done such a childish thing, and a few black lines suddenly appeared on Song Yichen's forehead. He felt that he had really been too idle recently, otherwise how could he have a short-circuited brain to do such a stupid thing?

After coughing a few times, putting away all the emotions on his face, Song Yichen started eating expressionlessly again.

In order not to let Ling Nian break his neck while lowering his head while eating, Song Yichen accelerated his meal for the first time. By the time Ling Nian came out of the kitchen, he was already full.

"I've already bathed Xiao An. You can just wash your hands and mouth after he wakes up later."

"Okay, I get it."

Ling Nian responded in a hurry. Song Yichen glanced at her and then went back to the room with a blank expression to change his sportswear, and went downstairs to do evening running.

Because Gong Ming happened to have something to do, Song Yichen went there. It was already half past the morning when he came back. When he opened the door and saw the soft lights left in the living room, he was stunned.

Looking at the sofa, Ling Nian leaned to the side and slept soundly. She looked like she was just sitting on the sofa waiting, but later she was extremely sleepy and slid down and fell asleep.

When I first came home late, there was someone waiting for him and leaving him a lamp. This feeling was very fresh and also brought some warmth.

Song Yichen's eyebrows were softer, and when he saw Ling Nian sleeping soundly in thin pajamas, his eyebrows frowned in disagreement.

Although it is not cold, the temperature is lower at night, and she falls asleep, which makes her catch a cold easily.

"Ling Nian."

Song Yichen stood in front of Ling Nian and called her name expressionlessly.

The person on the sofa frowned immediately, as if he was not very happy to be disturbed by someone while sleeping.

"Ling Nian."

Song Yichen called again, and then the person on the sofa moved his mouth, but he had not woken up yet. When Song Yichen was considering whether to call him for the third time, Ling Nian suddenly turned over and...

Dong.

"Ah, it hurts so much."

Ling Nian's actions were too sudden. Song Yichen didn't even react and watched her roll to the ground, and his head hit the heavy carpet, making a dull sound.

Then she was like a cat with her tail trampled on, holding her head and sitting up quickly from the ground, frowning and crying in pain. Because she was not fully awake, her tone even felt a little aggrieved.

The soft voice is completely different from usual.
Chapter completed!