Chapter 815: Her Son?

Chen Jiahang brought another set of bowls and chopsticks, and then served a bowl to Yanyan and the inexplicable child.

Yuanyuan served the dinner and said politely to Chen Jiahang: "Thank you, uncle"

He Xiyan: ...

Oh, it turns out that this child is not dumb, he just didn't want to answer her question just now?

Chen Jiahang was also a little surprised. He thought that this child was dumb like him, but he didn't expect that he could speak.

Yuanyuan picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of corn in his bowl, and then ate it alone. He was a little hungry. He only ate a little bread and biscuits in the car.

He Xiyan saw that the child was eating very happily, so she picked up some more dishes and Yuanyuan ate them quickly.

After eating, he patted his stomach and told his mother that he was full.

He Xiyan looked at this child, not knowing what was wrong. The more she looked at him, the more she felt that this child was kind and cute, and looked very well-behaved. She even hoped that she would have such a beautiful and well-behaved child.

After dinner, Chen Jiahang went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, boil water and clean up the mess, while He Xiyan stayed in the hall to accompany the child who suddenly visited.

He found that the child had not cried since he first came, but was very well-behaved. At this time, he actually took out a box of paintbrushes and a painting book from his schoolbag and sat quietly on the chair to paint something.

He Xiyan walked over and stood behind him, watching him paint stroke by stroke. He was not painting fast, and even had to think about each stroke before painting. He Xiyan could see that the child took this work very seriously.

After about twenty minutes, the characters in the painting became clear.

He Xiyan couldn't help laughing. She found that he was actually painting her, but the painting was not very similar, but the general appearance could be clearly seen.

"Little friend, Auntie is not so thin?" He Xiyan looked at herself in her painting. Such a slender waist and legs were not related to herself. She was 130 pounds now, and could be said to be a fat person.

Yuanyuan was stunned, turned his head to look at He Xiyan, and blinked several times with his bright eyes. Finally, he pointed at the woman in the painting and said, "This is my mother."

"Your mother?"

Boom...

He Xiyan paused, her head seemed to be hit hard by a hammer, and her brain was buzzing.

She frowned and looked at Yuanyuan with extremely shocked eyes.

This child actually said that the woman who looked like him in the painting was his mother?

His mother was her?

How is it possible? ? ?

Yuanyuan got down from the chair. Under the light, his fair little face suddenly turned red. He looked up at his mother, and seeing that his mother still couldn't recognize him, he pouted his little mouth in grievance, and suddenly stretched out his hands and hugged He Xiyan's legs tightly, hugging her tightly:

"Mom, mom, why don't you remember Yuanyuan, why don't you know Yuanyuan?"

Woo...Yuanyuan cried again in grievance. The cry was not loud, but the tears kept flowing out of her eyes, and she soon wet He Xiyan's pants.

He Xiyan: ...

He Xiyan's eyes were filled with shock. Her brain had lost the ability to direct her actions. She stood there like a wooden log, staring blankly at the child in front of her. A child who called her mother.

What did the child say his name was. Yuanyuan?

This was the Yuanyuan that Mo Shishi was talking about.

Is he her son? Their son?