作者: Liaowumian 機械翻訳
Song Beibei had thought about it before.
The background of this child in Chengdong was still a mystery.
Song Beibei had originally started to investigate.
But because too many things had happened a while ago, it was temporarily put on hold.
But there were also some faint signs.
Chengdong not only had connections with the declining noble and merchant families.
Perhaps it also had countless connections with the Jian family, the most mysterious family in spring city.
But so far, it was still extremely uncertain.
Sometimes, Song Beibei didn't want to investigate anymore.
No matter what the truth was, she didn't want to know.
She just wanted to keep these two children by her side forever.
But on second thought, Song Beibei didn't want to be so selfish.
So she decided to investigate Chengdong's background.
When he was older, she would tell him the truth.
When the time came, she would let the children make their own choices.
But, no matter what, Chengdong and Xiao Ying were her children.
They were no different from Xin Tong.
Fu Chengdong stood there, his back clear and handsome.
Sometimes, Jiang Feifei often said that if they were not a family, they would not enter the same house.
Even though Fu Chengdong was not gu Yanqing's biological son.
But when he stood there, that kind of cold and aloof aura really resembled Gu Yanqing.
Song Beibei sometimes felt the same way.
Maybe Fu Chengdong was really influenced by Gu Yanqing.
That kind of powerful aura was not something that all children had.
Fu Chengdong stood there, raising his head slightly.
He looked at the sky full of fireworks.
After the brilliance was the ashes and smoke, Fu Chengdong's side profile flickered in the firelight.
But after a while, Song Beibei saw Xin Tong slowly moving in Fu Chengdong's direction.
She moved three steps and stopped for a while, then three steps and stopped for a while.
Fu Chengdong clearly noticed it, but he didn't move.
When Xin Tong moved to Fu Chengdong's side, she stopped moving.
The two quietly watched the fireworks for a while.
There was still no communication.
Song Beibei was thinking, what exactly were the two children fighting about?
These two children usually didn't fight for more than three minutes.
Because Xin Tong was really noisy, it would be uncomfortable if no one talked to her.
Just as she was thinking whether she should go up and persuade her.
She saw Fu Chengdong suddenly raise his arm slowly and Hook it around Xin Tong's shoulder.
Xin Tong suddenly flashed a big smile at Fu Chengdong.
For a moment, Song Beibei felt that Xin Tong's smile was even more dazzling than the fire that filled the sky.
Fu Chengdong's hand that was holding her shoulder took the opportunity to rub Xin Tong's fluffy hair.
The two of them "looked at each other and smiled to bury the hatchet. " Just like that, they reconciled with each other tacitly.
Then, they hooked their arms around each other's shoulders and stood on tiptoe to watch the brilliant fireworks under the night sky.
Two innocent little faces were reflected in the firelight.
Song Beibei could not describe the feeling she had at that moment.
She only felt that it was too beautiful and too warm.
The innocent and simple feelings between children were as clean as the clear water in a stream. Even a casual sip of it would be sweet.
They would return to Xia city the next day.
Song Beibei's biggest task every day was to accompany Gu Yanqing in his rehabilitation.
She would give Gu Yanqing a leg massage.
After going to the hospital for a checkup, the doctors all felt that there was nothing wrong with Gu Yanqing's legs.
However, it was probably due to his nervous system that he was unable to stand and walk, and his legs were unable to exert any strength.
The doctor said a lot of things.
Song Beibei was just thinking that when she was on the bed, she felt very strong.
Why couldn't she walk.
At the thought of this, the doctor asked her, "Mrs. Gu, are you very hot? "
Song Beibei's face turned even redder, but she still replied indifferently without any shame, "no, please continue. "
Song Beibei felt that she had been learning from Gu Yanqing these past few days.
Every day before she went to bed, Song Beibei only had to give Gu Yanqing a massage for about an hour.
But most of the time, she would do some indescribable exercise with the massage.
Bai Zhangsong had personally come to visit her several times.
He hoped that Song Beibei would continue to work at the news agency.
Song Beibei rejected him.
Right now, nothing was more important to her than Gu Yanqing's health.
Moreover, Ping an was still young and was still drinking breast milk.
Even though there were many nannies at home.
She basically didn't need to worry about the child's matters.
Song Beibei still focused most of her attention on Gu Yanqing.
So much so that for a long time, Song Beibei even neglected the newly born Ping An.
Ping an was only two months old.
But he was very naughty.
The Nannies at home secretly gave this little guy a nickname, calling him the devil young master.
This child indeed deserved this title.
Because he was really difficult to serve.
For example, when he drank milk, he would only drink a little at a time. After a while, when he was hungry, he would cry and cry. When he was given milk, he would only drink a little.
The two wet nurses were tormented by him.
They would often urinate on the children's faces when they were lying on their stomach and looking at him.
Moreover, the more they spoiled him, the more he would cry.
It was the same on Song Beibei's side.
However, this child was very good at reading people's expressions.
The entire family spoiled him like a baby.
However, they were only afraid of Gu Yanqing.
Song Beibei could not tell what was going on either. It was probably because the father and son's Auras were not on good terms.
As long as Xiao Jinan could not cry anymore, he would put him in Gu Yanqing's arms and stop crying immediately. Everything worked.
Song Beibei had asked Gu Yanqing more than once. Why was that.
Gu Yanqing always said faintly, "maybe he knows that I didn't want him back then. "
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