President, go away!

He was alone all his life. In his later years, he knew that he wanted to enjoy his family with a daughter like her.

But she was not around.

Sometimes think about it, she is really not as good as midsummer!

"Mom, if you really have to choose Sheng Xia, Sheng Xia chooses to stay in London and accompany Grandpa. In this way, Grandpa will not be so lonely and he will be very happy." Shen shengxia said happily and reached out to touch Shen Qingqing\'s face, "My mother is accompanied by Uncle William and my brother. My mother is not afraid of loneliness or thunder. But if even Xia Xia is gone, grandpa is really the only one left!"

Shen Qingqing was deeply moved by Shen shengxia\'s words. She stretched out her hand to hold Shen shengxia in her arms, but her hand was trembling slightly.

Annie, thank you. Thank you for giving me Sheng Xia.

If I hadn\'t been accompanied by Sheng Xia these years, I would have been unable to survive. Now, Sheng Xia has not only become my support, but also my father\'s support.

Annie, I owe you so much.

If there is a next life, I\'ll give it back to you, okay?

Just then, a figure came out from behind Shen Qingqing. Her petite body was shrouded in the shadow. She looked up at the people coming, and her eyes suddenly looked guilty.

"Dad..."

When count Harris saw her guilty eyes, he suddenly smiled and reached out to touch her head, "silly girl, how old are you and crying? They are mothers of two children. Why do you cry so much?"

"Dad, I\'m sorry, i..." Shen Qingqing felt guilty. As a daughter, she really didn\'t do her best to be a daughter\'s filial piety!

"Needless to say I\'m sorry, dad knows." Harris opened his mouth lightly, and then looked at Sheng Xia, who was nestled in her arms. His eyes were gentle. This girl really made him like it and warm his heart.

"Xia Xia, go in and play with your father William for a while. Grandpa has something to say to his mother."

Shen shengxia smiled at count Harris, then left Shen Qingqing\'s arms and ran to the house.

"Silly girl, why are you crying?" count Harris stretched out his hand and wiped the tears from Shen Qingqing\'s face. "Dad knows your choice. You don\'t like London and you like Tongcheng, so you go back and don\'t have to consider Dad!"

"No, no, Dad..." Shen Qingqing looked up at her old father. She knew there was no way to hide something, "I went back to Tongcheng not because I didn\'t like London, but because I thought ah Qing was ill. I didn\'t want him to spend his next life in London, the city he hated most. He once told me that he liked Tongcheng most in his life, because that was the place where he met me, and that was the only light in his life. I didn\'t want him to leave with regret..."

"Ou Qing, how serious is this smelly boy\'s disease? Doesn\'t it mean that he has been controlled?"