"Mom, get in the car! What are you thinking about?"
He gestured to ye qingge with his beautiful little chin, looking handsome and cute.
"Are you addicted to blaming me?" Ye qingge got into the car helplessly, just because the little boy called her 'mommy'.
"Mom, don't you miss me?" He held ye qingge's arm and rubbed it against her.
The softest thing in the bottom of her heart had been touched. She wanted to, how could she not want to? when she dreamed at night, she was still thinking about whether this little tadpole had a place to sleep and whether she would be cold ...
Would she be beaten up when she tried to scam him ...
If possible, could she adopt him ...
Ye qingge had thought about all these because she was also a mother.
If it weren't for the longing for her daughter, ye qingge knew that she would have died with her mother because her heart was too cold and tired ...
