1907: C1907 Soft Heart

C1907 Soft Heart

With Huo Niannian's encouragement, Little Nianci took a step forward. She walked in front of Zhou Tong and stood up. She raised her head and her big black crystal-like eyes were filled with expectation.

She stretched out her chubby little hands and went in front of Zhou Tong.

"Sister ~"

Zhou Tong was stunned once again. She did not immediately hold onto Nian Ci's little hand.

Nian Ci was extremely disappointed, but her mother told her that she was a sensible child, so she tried her best not to show that she was unhappy.

However, she could not help but wonder if this older sister did not like her...

Nian Ci was only more than two years old. No matter how sensible a child was, he would not be able to keep his emotions hidden.

Zhou Tong came back to her senses. When she saw that little Nian Ci's face was scrunched up together, she felt like crying.

Only then did she realize what she had done. She did not think about it at all. She subconsciously held onto Nian Ci's slowly withdrawing hand.

Nian Ci's eyes lit up. Like a dispirited little daffodil, it suddenly welcomed the rain and regained its vitality.

After Zhou Tong realized what she had done, the soft and sticky feeling in her palm reminded her of her softhearted heart once again.

Zhou Tong pursed her lips. Her feelings were very complicated.

She wanted to withdraw her hand and warn herself not to be soft-hearted towards Gu Tingshen's family.

However, Nian Ci noticed her intentions and immediately grabbed her hand tightly.

"Sister, can you play with me?"

Zhou Tong wanted to refuse but she could not expose herself in front of Huo Niannian, so she pretended to be in a difficult position and sought Huo Niannian's opinion.

Huo Niannian was very happy to see Nian Ci take the initiative to invite Zhou Tong to play, but she remembered that Zhou Tong was still hungry. She said to Nian Ci, "Baby, Sister Zhou hasn't eaten yet. Wait till Sister Zhou is full. Can you let her play with you?"

"Okay ~"

Huo Niannian remembered that she did not ask for Zhou Tong's opinion and actually agreed on her own accord.

Huo Niannian thought that she was really too happy and actually ignored Zhou Tong.

"Zhou Tong, do you have any other arrangements for this afternoon? Will it delay your time?"

Zhou Tong shook her head and said with a smile, "No, I like little Nianci very much."

She thought that she should thank Nianci. If it wasn't for her suggestion, she would have found another excuse to stay in Gu family.

Since Nian Ci wanted her to stay, she could take advantage of the situation and observe the situation in the Gu family.

After making up her mind, Zhou Tong and Nian Ci got along very naturally.

Half an hour later, Aunt Liu finished preparing the food. After Zhou Tong finished eating, she played with Nian Ci.

The pleasant time passed very quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was evening. The setting sun in the horizon was golden, and the lawn below Gu family was emerald green. When combined together, it attracted Nian Ci's attention.

NianCi stood in the sunlight room. When he saw the sunlight outside, he immediately became happy. He pulled Huo Niannian's soft hand and said softly, "Mom, I want to go outside ~"

It was currently the hottest time of summer. The afternoon sun was very poisonous, and it was also because of this that they stayed in the sunlight room. Now that the sun had fallen and the wind had risen, the temperature was just right.

So Huo Niannian did not reject Nian Ci's request and agreed to take her outside.

But in the next moment, Niannian's phone rang. It was a call from Mother Huo.2

Huo Niannian looked at her phone and then at Nian Ci, "Darling, I might need to excuse myself for a while."

Nian Ci was a little disappointed.

Huo Niannian could not bear it.

At this moment, Zhou Tong said, "Sister Niannian, let me bring Nian Ci along."

Huo Niannian hesitated for a moment. Then, out of trust in Zhou Tong, she gave NianCi to her.

Little did she know that this decision almost made her lose her daughter...

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