"But Xiaojiu is destined to not be with Yino!" Ye Weilan also felt a little regretful. Yisa's daughter cannot match Qi Ye's son. This pair of "black and white" cannot be tied up, which is a big regret in life: "Yino is Xiaojiu's sister like Xiaoxue. Xiaojiu can love her, but she must not have the intention to like her and marry her, do you know?"

Xiao Yechen pursed his lips: "Baby, I understand."

Ye Weilan exhaled, and suddenly thought that Ino was only four months old and was born in Ye Yan's belly, and the mother and son competed. It was really ridiculous.

"Ino was not born, how did Xiaojiu know that he liked Ino?" Ye Weilan asked in a teasing tone.

Xiao Yechen pulled the corner of his thin lips: "Yino is the daughter of his father and mother. Xiaojiu likes his father and mother, so Xiaojiu will definitely like Ino."

Ye Weilan suddenly couldn't speak.

The old pervert's words come true.

This child is born to yearn for those dark and clean souls. He smiles happily in the sun, and cannot change his nature in his bloodline.

Ye Weilan gritted her teeth, feeling extremely sad and angry. Their family had enough disasters, but God refused to let go of their next generation!

"Mommy?" Xiao Yechen noticed that his mother was in a different mood and held her hand: "Xiao Jiu promised that Mommy would not marry Ino in the future. Is Mommy still unhappy?"

"Mommy is happy," Ye Weilan held his son's cheek and kissed: "My Xiaojiu is the most obedient and is Mommy's most caring baby."

Xiao Yechen bent his eyebrows and eyes.

"I will see Qinghuan off tomorrow. Will Xiaojiu be reluctant to leave?" Ye Weilan changed the topic.

Xiao Yechen shook his head: "No, Qinghuan goes back to his mother, it's best."

Ye Weilan held his son and took the picture album beside him and opened it: "Xiao Jiu will draw a painting for Qinghuan and give it to her as a souvenir."

Xiao Yechen hesitated for a while and then put it down again: "Mommy, Xiao Jiu can't draw it."

Ye Weilan was stunned: "Why?"

"Xiao Jiu thought of Xiaoxue when he got the pen. It was probably because the little fool didn't want Xiaojiu to draw for other girls. He was messing around, and Xiaojiu didn't want to draw much."

Ye Weilan was amused and crying: "It's always a fate to meet by chance. I'll send Qinghuan away tomorrow. Xiaojiu may never see her again in the future. I won't paint this way?"

"What are you doing if you can't see her?" Xiao Yechen looked at her mother in confusion: "Isn't it better to forget it early?"

Ye Weilan was stunned again. Today, he was speechless by his son one after another. Shouldn’t he try harder to remember if he doesn’t see him?

Why forget it early?

Ye Weilan asked: "Baby, who taught you this?"

Xiao Yechen looked down at the drawing board: "No one taught me, that's what the baby thinks."

He is cold and thin in nature.

Sure enough, there was nothing wrong with it.

Ye Weilan rubbed his son's face: "Xiaojiu should make more friends. Qinghuan is beautiful and special. You can be good friends. Maybe you will have a chance to meet in the future."

Xiao Yechen's tone was light: "Baby's friend is the son of a few uncles, and it doesn't matter to everyone else. Even if the baby grows up, he probably won't recognize Qinghuan."

Ye Weilan sighed very much as she heard these tender words: "It was Mommy who forced me. If you don't want to draw, you won't draw it anymore, but you must say goodbye to Qinghuan tomorrow, do you know?"
Chapter completed!