Si Ning looked at the time and the man was about to come back. She got up and said goodbye to Jiang Lan, got up and left here.

Instead of waiting for being driven away, it’s better to leave early by yourself.

Sure enough, as soon as she left the villa, she saw Lu Jingchi's car coming back.

The car passed by her without stopping, as if she hadn't seen her, driving by her side.

Si Ning whispered to him, then rode his motorcycle away.

Jiang Lan carefully finished the painting, but unfortunately she was clumsy. After the color was raised, all the contours of the villain disappeared, leaving only three colorful things.

But she was still very satisfied.

She took off the painting and blew it with her cheeks.

Then he stood up with a smile, trying to save the painting.

She had just turned around and hit a flesh wall and staggered two steps.

The man hugged her waist and pulled her back.

Jiang Lan rubbed his forehead and looked up at Lu Jingchi. He was still a layer of unchanged black. Jiang Lan could recognize him just by looking at his clothes.

She didn't care about the pain and couldn't wait to unfold her painting to the man, "Does my painting look good?"

Lu Jingchi looked at the painting and carefully identified it for a moment. He wanted to ask what these three pieces were, but when he looked at the girl in front of him, her eyes were curved with smiles, and her face was covered with colorful paint, which added a lot of vitality to her face.

She looked at him hopefully, hoping to get praise from him.

He asked tactfully, “What is this painting?”

"Mom and Dad, and me."

Lu Jingchi's expression paused, and he had to look like those three pieces of shit again. After a while, he barely nodded.

“Good drawing.”

Jiang Lan was so happy that he smiled, he carefully folded the painting, and then put it in his pocket.

"But, when will I go home?"

She looked at him with hope, hoping that he could take herself home.

She missed her mother's dumplings, the small cakes made by her father, the little wooden people carved by her grandfather, and so many people, she missed them.

Lu Jingchi didn't say anything.

Jiang Lan said to himself, "If they saw me growing so big, they would be shocked."

When she spoke, she opened her hands and gestured, with exaggeration and childish innocence in her words.

Lu Jingchi grabbed her wrist and said, "Go and wash your face first."

Jiang Lan was pulled to the bathroom by him, and she said tirelessly behind her, "Take me home."

"I don't want to be here, it's not fun."

"I think I'll share one of your cakes made by my dad."

"Dad made it so delicious. He knows little rabbits, bears, and dogs..."

Without saying a word, Lu Jingchi wrung out the towel and wiped her hands and face.

Even if I wash my face, it can't stop what she said.

She was like a chirping sparrow, talking nonstop, saying how good her father is, how good her mother is, and how annoying her brother is.

As she spoke, she finally became quieter.

She raised her head and looked at Lu Jingchi pitifully, tears slid down the corners of her eyes.

Lu Jingchi paused his movements.

Jiang Lan sobbed, "I miss them."

Lu Jingchi held the towel and stared at her eyes, his eyes dark and unclear.

She had just washed her face, her skin was red, and she looked at him with pleading eyes.

Lu Jingchi held the towel's hand and slowly tightened it. The warm towel gradually faded away the temperature, making it cold in his hands.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand, stroked her cheek, and wiped the tears from her face.

"Stop crying." His voice was soft and his tone was difficult to tell.
Chapter completed!