but you never loved me

Ning Yi's expression was uncertain, and he whispered to himself: "Yan Zimu, is that why you don't want to see me?"

Ning An on the other end of the phone couldn't hear his words clearly, so he hurriedly asked what he said.But Ning Yi turned around and walked back holding the phone, saying to Ning An, "Probably I don't need to go there."

Ning An felt strange looking at the suddenly hung up phone, but when Yan Zimu came in, he understood why.

It turned out that Yan Zimu had already settled the bill, and he felt very embarrassed, so he hurriedly told Yan Zimu that he must invite them next time.

Yan Zimu smiled and didn't refuse, but just wiped Yan Yan's mouth clean and prepared to take her away.Unexpectedly, Ning An offered to send them back.

Yan Yan quickly agreed, she thought that since Ning An didn't bleed, she must ask about the content she was interested in, otherwise it would be too bad.Yan Zimu looked at his daughter's and Ning An's shining eyes, and finally had no choice but to compromise.

When they arrived downstairs, Yan Zimu was about to see off the guests, but Yan Yan invited Ning An to play at home.Of course Ning An readily agreed, Yan Zimu sighed and rubbed his daughter's little head.He didn't know what kind of small thoughts his daughter was pretending to have, but he couldn't bear to spoil his daughter's interest.

When they got home, Yan Yan quarreled and was still hungry, and wanted to eat the stewed noodles with tomatoes cooked by Yan Zimu.Yan Zimu thought that his daughter hadn't eaten much before, so he resigned himself to going to the kitchen to cook noodles for her.

As soon as Ning An entered Yan Zimu and Yan Yan's home, he felt very fond of it.Although there is no luxurious decoration, whether it is the lovely pillows on the sofa or the violets in the vase, they all exude a warm family atmosphere.

It's really much better than the cold villa in my own home.He lay comfortably on the sofa, holding the pillow in his arms.

When Yan Yan saw him messing around with his things, she really wanted to slap him.These were all carefully arranged by my father when we moved here.What if this idiot breaks it?

She calmly pulled out the pillow in Ning An's hand, and said sweetly: "Uncle Ning, can I ask you someone?"

The pillow was taken away, Ning An felt a little lost, but still answered her question positively: "Okay? Who do you want to ask?"

Yan Yan asked directly: "It's the uncle who came to pick me up earlier. He said he was Uncle Ning's elder brother." When Ning An heard Yan Yan talking about her elder brother, she quickly sat up straight.

Ning An looked at her with a flushed face, and said anxiously: "Well, that's my brother. Does Xiaoyan think he's pretty? But you can't like him, he's too old for you."

Hearing his words, Yan Yan couldn't help rolling her eyes quietly, what was this idiot thinking?She kept smiling: "Uncle Ning, I just want to know his name. He is very similar to a friend of my father's."

Ning An breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this: "Well, his name is Ning Yi. Does your father's friend really look like him?"

Yan Yan nodded and said yes, and asked Ning An to write down the word Ning Yi.There are two words densely written on the back of that photo of Dad.Because she was only in the first grade, she couldn't recognize many characters, but she had an instinct for these two characters.

After Ning An finished writing, she quietly ran to her father's bedroom, took out the photo under the pillow and turned it over to the back. The word Ning Yi was indeed written on the back of the photo.On her small face, the brows could not help but frown.

After she came out, she tore up the piece of paper written by Ning An.Then tell Ning An not to tell her father what they talked about just now.

Ning An was confused by her.Before he had time to agree, Yan Zimu had already come out of the kitchen with two bowls of noodles.

Yan Zimu felt that Ning An didn't seem to like western food very much when he was eating, so he also cooked one for him.

Ning An really doesn't like Western food, so he wasn't full before.Now smelling the aroma of noodles, I couldn't help but move my index finger.So I was not polite, so I ate it up.While eating, he counted thumbs up to Yan Zimu: "Brother Yan, I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good."

Yan Zimu couldn't help laughing when he saw how he was eating.Seeing her daughter eating deliciously, she remembered that Ning Yi didn't like western food either.Do you think that the taste may not be inherited?

After Ning An finished eating the noodles, he helped Yan Zimu clean up the dishes and left.