Chapter 1093 Uncle Qiao Is Uncle Qiao, Dad Is Dad

The day was bright, the spring sunshine shone through the window, and the room was warm.

Ji Shiting's eyes fell on the green plant in the corner.

For three years, although Ye Shengge also used his study, he did not change the furnishings in the study. His things were all placed in their original places. There were only some more gadgets in the study, the green plant in the corner, a few more books filled with her thoughts on the bookshelf, and a photo of Achen and Qing'er on the table. The atmosphere of tranquil life was unusually strong.

For a moment, Ji Shiting suddenly realized that he was probably immersed in such an atmosphere for too long, so he ignored her efforts for it.

After a long silence, he finally turned on the computer and plugged the hard drive data cable into the interface.

One third of the hard drive with hundreds of G capacity has been occupied. Although there is a lot of content, Ye Shengge has made a very clear classification based on time, with a total of twelve folders, almost one every three months.

Before he looked at the specific content, Ji Shiting felt his eyes were a little hot. He moved the mouse to the first folder named "Twins are Born", but he didn't have the courage to click it for a while.

He was not there when the two children were born. Ji Shiting couldn't imagine what kind of mood she was in when she recorded these contents. He never thought that he would be so cowardly.

The man pursed his lips and finally moved the mouse to the last folder. He clicked it. It was divided into several sub-folders, classified by events. He clicked into the sub-folder named "Mountain Climbing". Suddenly, a large number of photos occupied the screen.

Ji Shiting clicked on the big picture, and what came into his eyes were the bright smiling faces of the two children. They were wearing sportswear and carrying small water bottles. They looked like they were about to set off. The photos almost recorded the whole process of their mountain climbing in sequence. Probably because Ye Shengge was responsible for taking pictures, she never showed up until he clicked on the last video.

The breathing of the two children came out with the sound of the wind.

"Mom, I'm so tired."

"We're almost at the top of the mountain, Qing'er, come on!"

"Sister, hold me up."

"No, I can walk."

The two little guys on the screen were climbing very hard. Suddenly, Qing'er stumbled and almost fell. The screen shook, probably because Ye Shengge put down the camera and turned to hug his daughter.

"Otherwise, mom will carry you up." Ye Shengge laughed.

"No need, mom can't hold me." Qing'er said, sighing like a little adult, "It would be great if Uncle Qiao was here, Uncle Qiao is strong."

Achen suddenly said, "Mom, how about letting Uncle Qiao be our father?"

"No." The screen showed the shaking and bumpy ground, but the woman's voice was very clear, "Uncle Qiao is Uncle Qiao, and Dad is Dad. You said that, and you will be sad when Dad comes back."

"But when will Dad come back?"

"Soon." The woman was depressed for a moment, and soon she was full of smiles, "You dare to look down on mom, who said mom can't hold you...Achen, hold the camera."

The screen shook again, and then Ye Shengge appeared in the camera. The sportswear could not hide her slim figure. She carried Qing'er on her back and said, "Hold mom tight."