Song Weiyi nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes."

"Xiaoyi is awesome."

Song Nianhe only saw the two of them gathering together, sneaking around and not knowing what they were talking about.

The announcement rang again, urging boarding.

"Let's go, Xiaoyi," Song Nianhe walked over, "Don't run around."

She stretched out her hand to hold her son.

"I know," Song Wei also responded, taking the initiative to hold Qin Zhimo's hand, "I will follow Uncle Qin."

Song Nianhe: "..."

Okay, okay, I won’t be next to my biological mother anymore, but I will be next to Uncle Qin, right?

This son has rebelled.

"No, Xiaoyi," Song Nianhe asked, "What benefits did your Uncle Qin give you, and why are you doing this to him?"

Song Weiyi answered seriously: "Uncle Qin, do you still need to give me any benefits? Uncle Qin himself is a very good person!"

Yes, high emotional intelligence reply.

Song Nianhe was completely speechless.

"Mom," Song Weiyi asked again, "When will you marry Uncle Qin?"

Song Nianhe almost tripped over his own steps.

marry?

marry?

"Xiaoyi, I, if I marry him..."

"He is my father," Song Weiyi took her words very naturally, "I want him to be my father, Mom. It seems that you are the only one who doesn't want to."

Song Nianhe thought, if Si Moli heard this sentence, he didn't know what to think.

However, when I thought about it again, I realized that Si Moli and Xiao Yi didn't know each other at all.

"Xiao Yi, don't you want your biological father?" Song Nianhe asked, "He will be sad."

"He doesn't even show up, and he's not treating you well. How can he compare to Uncle Qin."

Qin Zhimo was so happy that he kissed Song Weiyi on the face.

With this assist, he will definitely be able to catch Nian He as he wishes.

Just a matter of time!

After getting on the plane, Song Nianhe put on a blindfold and started to sleep.

I get annoyed when I see those two men next to me!

Qin Zhimo and Song Weiyi got along very harmoniously.

"Passenger friends, welcome to take this flight..." the flight attendant began to announce the specific information of the itinerary.

The plane slowly took off.

.........

Sicheng.

Siyuan.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Si Moli stood there quietly.

"Mr. Si," the butler came over quickly and reported, "the car has been arranged and can take you to the airport at any time."

"Ah."

"Are you sure you want to go on a business trip?" the housekeeper asked. "You have just recovered. The doctor said that it is recommended that you take two days of rest. Although work is important, you still have to put your body first."

Si Moli glanced at him: "Talk too much."

The butler lowered his head.

Si Moli took a sip of the coffee in his hand.

"It's just a minor headache, and it's not just once or twice. It's an old problem." Si Moli said calmly, "It hasn't happened again in the past few years. I almost forgot this feeling."

The housekeeper didn't dare to say a word.

Yes, it has been a long time, but this time Mr. Si had another attack.

I don’t know when Mr. Si will remember that memory.

When can a family of three be reunited?

Maybe this day will come soon.

Maybe... this day will never happen again.

Si Moli still stood there, a faint mist rising from the coffee in his hand.

After a while, Si Moli turned his head and said, "Butler."

"Yes, Mr. Si."

"You... what kind of secret did you hide from me?"

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