Chapter 1250 He Also Thought About a Family of Four

"Qin Yishen, do you remember?"

"...I remember."

Qin Yishen lowered his eyes and could see that he was like a child, silly, and needed someone to coax him to be happy.

"I remember, Jingyu, I have the best memory, don't you know it best?"

Jingyu laughed, his sexy voice mixed with a hint of ambiguity: "Also, in Europe, you are you, and have nothing to do with that person. If you don't want to recognize him, it doesn't matter. That kind of person doesn't need to be your father. If it doesn't work, find Qin Muchen. If it doesn't work...you can also...find me."

"Also..."

Jingyu's voice suddenly paused.

Qin Yishen thought he had fallen asleep.

He gently stroked his head with his fingers, like an adult comforting an ignorant child.

"Also...Qin Yishen...do you...like me?"

Qin Yishen was absent-minded, and his fingers hooked a strand of his hair and pulled his hair off.

Jingyu didn't feel any pain either.

He just kept repeating one sentence in a daze; "Qin Yishen, do you like me?"

"Like me?"

He kept repeating it until he finally got sleepy and fell asleep.

He leaned weakly on her shoulder.

Qin Yishen stroked his head, then put his arm around his shoulders and held him in his arms.

Her chin rested on his shoulder.

She whispered in his ear in a low, light voice; "I like you."

"I always like you."

"Do you believe in love at first sight? I do."

"Because you are my love at first sight."

"I probably won't meet another Jingyu in my future life."

"You are very lucky. There is only one Qin Yishen in the world, the unique Qin Yishen, who only likes one Jingyu, no matter now or in the distant future."

...

Qin Yishen moved him to the bed and pulled up the quilt to cover him.

Jingyu had fallen asleep.

Qin Yishen took out a file bag from the drawer and put it on the table, then took off the ring and put it back in a delicate little box.

Finally, she took out another suitcase and put some of her clothes in it. Finally, her eyes fell on the photo frame on the table, their wedding photo.

A very perfunctory wedding photo.

Qin Yishen pulled her lips, revealing a trace of helplessness, walked over, picked up the photo frame, looked at it for a long time, and finally put it in the suitcase.

Keep it as a souvenir.

After packing up everything, Qin Yishen once again looked at the sleeping face. She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes flickering with some reluctance.

She knew.

As long as she didn't let go.

Jingyu would not divorce.

Qin Yishen's fingers gently stroked his hair, along the contour of his face, and gently stroked it.

Silently moving her lips, she said, I love you in lip language.

A kiss, gently fell on Jingyu's lips.

"I'm leaving."

Four words, very light.

After Qin Yishen finished speaking, he pulled the suitcase and left.

The room was completely quiet.

There was only one frequency of breathing in the air.

Jing Yu opened his eyes.

His red eyes, with a slight blink, immediately brought out tears.

More than just reluctance.

He thought about it.

After the child was born, he not only had a wife, but also two children.

The four of them formed a family.

Sometimes, when he thought about that feeling, he couldn't help laughing like a fool.