After a while, Shi Weixia was made a little funny by him and reached out to rub his little head.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to grow up!" she said jokingly.

Seeing that she agreed, the little guy only showed a happy smile on his face.

Shi Weixia's mood suddenly improved. She glanced at Shang Yanxi, who was sitting on the passenger seat, and couldn't help but quip.

"Mr. Shang, such a cute child, except for his appearance, doesn't look like you at all!"

How could a man like Shang Yanxi, who looks rigid, raise such a cute child?

Listening to Shi Weixia's words, Shang Yanxi not only did not feel dissatisfied, but instead smiled.

"It's probably like his mother."

When he met Yuyan, both sides were only seventeen years old. At that time, she was lively and cute, and she was indeed very similar to their son.

The first time he heard Shang Yanxi mention Nian Yuan's mother, Shi Weixia paused, and couldn't help but feel a little more confused, and finally couldn't help asking.

"His mother is..."

When she learned that Sister Xue was Shang Yanxi's "dead wife", she felt curious in her heart and wondered whether this chubby little guy might have something to do with Sister Xue.

But later I remembered that Sister Xue had said before that her child had died, so she gave up that idea.

Now that she heard Shang Yanxi mention Xiao Nianyuan's mother again, she couldn't help asking.

Listening to her doubts, Shang Yanxi did not hide it, but said with some nostalgia.

"Yuyan used to be more cute than this kid."

"..." Listening to Shang Yanxi's words, Shi Weixia was stunned, with a look of shock on her face.

This answer surprised her.

Nian Yuan is actually...is Sister Xue's child?

"Pretty sister, what's wrong with you?" Seeing her staring at her with wide eyes, the little guy couldn't help asking curiously.

Shi Weixia came to her senses, glanced at the man sitting on the passenger seat, then shook her head gently, and smiled at the little guy.

"nothing."

...

The Long family has more and more guests, and it is very lively all night.

It was not until the early morning that the huge Long Family Manor finally became quiet again.

It was a dark early morning, and the bedroom with a retro decoration style was visible to the eye, with mahogany furniture.

In the quiet environment, the old man sat on a mahogany chair and looked at the photo of the woman in front of him when she was young. The expression on his face was full of doubt and confusion.

...

——Knock!

...

The door was suddenly knocked.

Master Long, who had been in a state of excitement for a long time, finally came back to his senses.

"Come in." There was a little more vicissitudes of life in his voice.

The door was pushed open, but Butler Ye walked in with a bowl of hot porridge, slowly came to Mr. Long, and then spoke in a low voice and persuaded.

"Master, eat something. You haven't eaten anything in a day or a night." Butler Ye sighed, his face full of worry.

Listening to Butler Ye's words, Master Long waved his hand.

"I have no appetite, just take it down."

"Master..." Butler Ye showed helpless expression on his face.

He didn't know why the master kept locking himself in the room after he came back from Du Ruoqiu the night before, and was fascinated by the wife's photo, neither eating nor drinking, nor knowing what he was thinking.
Chapter completed!