"There should be a contract specifically for minors." Ye Weilan asked with a smile.

The receptionist looked at Xiao Yechen with a look of suspicion. His age was too young.

She took out a contract: "Sir, please take out your and your lover's ID card and use it."

Qi Ye took out the fake ID card prepared in advance from his wallet, took the fake name with Long Feifengwu on the contract, and went upstairs with his wife and children.

The game lobby is very chaotic.

At first glance, they were all young people, both men and women, and they were communicating with excitement.

Qi Ye and his family stayed in the corner and had not attracted anyone's attention yet.

Xiao Yechen found a machine and showed an excited look in his eyes: "Dad, take mommy to the rest area and wait for me."

Qi Ye touched his head: "There will be a reward if you win."

Xiao Yechen said in a stern voice: "Baby will definitely not lose!"

Ye Weilan clenched her white fist to cheer her son up: "Come on!"

"Baby will definitely take the trophy home!"

Qi Ye took Ye Weilan to the lounge in the compartment. It was very quiet and just right for Xiao Yechen.

Xiao Yechen found an inconspicuous position. The altitude was too low, so he couldn't get used to sitting on the sofa. He dragged a high stool and sat quietly in the corner waiting for the start of the competition, making him look like a general.

Ye Weilan's eyes fell on her son and said softly: "Qi Ye, I have never dared to raise Qinghuan in front of Xiao Jiu..."

"Lan, what are you worried about?"

"I'm afraid he will be the second you. Back then... we met at about this age, and since then, we have never forgotten each other."

Seeing her frown, Qi Ye pinched the tender nose: "He is still so young, you are worried too early."

"Xiao Jiu is born different from ordinary children. Qing Huan died for him, and he owed her another apologies... I am really afraid that he will live with guilt and regret for the rest of his life."

Qi Ye held his wife and said nothing.

This is a knot in the heart.

Xiao Qinghuan is already dead. Unless a girl who can enter Xiao Yechen's heart will appear in the future, he will never be able to escape from the shackles of his soul in his life.

Every time Ye Weilan thinks about the pain in her son, she feels heartbroken.

He is only four years old.

There is already a spiritual burden in life.

Ye Weilan burst into tears: "Qi Ye, what should I do to make up for the pain in his heart..."

Qi Ye closed his long eyelashes: "The person who can forgive him is dead. This is a reality he must accept. Lan, you have to believe our son, he will become very powerful."

Ye Weilan cried and said, "I'm not afraid that he is not strong enough, but I'm afraid that he is too strong, but no one feels sorry for him."

Xiao Qinghuan was dead, and Xiao Yechen promised to remember her for the rest of her life.

A mistake in childhood requires him to repay it with his whole life of repentance.

Ye Weilan was so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe.

Qi Yeji's long eyebrows were folded, and his eyebrows were so heavy: "Lan, don't think about these things!"

Ye Weilan held back her tears: "You are right. Isn't it time to think about these things? The game has begun? How about Xiaojiu?"

Qi Ye took out a veil and wiped her face: "He is responsible for his life. Right and wrong are his own decisions. You can care about him, but you don't have to punish yourself with his mistakes!"
Chapter completed!