Joie seems to be happier than her. When she returned to Yunxi Road Park Bus, she took the initiative to help Song Qingcheng buy several shopping paper bags.
Song city looked at him and his mood was also greatly infected.
☆, Chapter 255 Let you want to die later.品茶
Before going to bed at night, joie’s master bedroom ipad and Song Qingcheng watched an cartoon and saw Yu Tingchuan come out from washing his hands. The child put away his tablet and said good night to the two little dolls and went back to his little bedroom to rest.
郁庭川刚洗完澡身穿了藏青真丝睡衣外面披着暗灰天鹅绒睡袍送joie回到房没有立即离开而是坐床边和joie说话
小房灯光很亮房门正掩着
joie窝被里靠着床头坐大溜溜眼眸看向爸爸
慕清雨已经回国按照离婚时某些约定孩应该被送去她那里但是看着孩害眼神郁庭川没有做出连夜送走孩决定
认这个孩那天和现如今心境有很大出入
那时候考虑到孩名百分五恒远股份给一层父没有过多心每年去一趟澳洲更多是当履行义到后来医院检查出孩天生听不见郁庭川才第一次认真去端详这个孩
这么多年来虽然不常见面郁庭川和joie还是有一定感情
哪怕不是亲生父叔侄这层却是真实
郁庭川没有直接说慕清雨南城问joie如果他妈妈来了他是想继续留这边还是去和妈妈住
joie望着询问自己爸爸感觉到爸爸不是随便说经过一番心里争斗ipad写道“我想要和妈妈一起住”品茶
母血脉相连有些感情是没办法割舍
郁庭川没有去左右孩想法看到joie写字点了点头充分尊重孩自己决定
宋倾城刚挂好新买衣听见门动静走出衣帽就看到门边郁庭川
郁庭川抬头视线触犹如皎兔跑来跑去女孩眉目不禁微微舒展看着她“不去洗澡还做什么？”
I hang up my clothes Song Qingcheng pointed behind him.
Looking at the man with something in mind, he said, You wait for me to give you something.
Yu Tingchuan looked at her and sat down on the sofa. There seemed to be a smile in her eyes. What is it?
Song city didn’t answer smile and ran back to the coat.
Come out again and put your hands behind your back.
Yu Tingchuan glanced behind her, but it was not urgent to stare at her eyes. Did you prepare a gift for the New Year?
Yes, Song Qingcheng said at the other end of the tea table. Since it’s a gift, do you need to say something?
It’s not enough to go shopping with you tonight? Yu Tingchuan’s expression relaxed.
The floor lamp fell softly on his shoulder.
Song city looked very moved and couldn’t help but say, If you want to do this, I will accompany you to dinner later. One yard for one yard is not such an algorithm.
Yu Tingchuan smiled and took a sip of boiled water, and his Adam’s apple moved lightly. Then how do you want to express it?
This will ask you Song Qingcheng sipped his lips.
Yu Tingchuan gently put the glass back and looked up at her as if to express her gentle eyes for a moment. How about the bed making you want to die later?
What he said didn’t seem obscene and flowing.
You want to live and die.
Song Qingcheng felt that he was not as thick-skinned as he was, but there was sweetness in his heart. He sat next to him and took out a beautifully packaged carton from behind and waved it in front of him. Do you want to know what’s inside?
What is it? Yu Tingchuan asked with cooperation.
This carton was bought online by Song Qingcheng two days ago.