Could Leng Qianmo have directed all his hatred towards her at the child in front of him who looked exactly like her? Yi Danyou was shocked and was reluctant to believe his own guess, because this was also his child.
ah!
Leng Xinnian shook her little head like a rattle, looked around, and said to Yi Danyou very carefully: "No! Dad loves me very much, but he doesn't let anyone in this room. Whoever comes in, he will
Get angry, so sister, we’d better go! I won’t tell dad, let’s go before he comes!”
Yi Danyou breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, because he was afraid that Leng Qianmo would not treat Leng Xinnian kindly.
"Okay! Then let's go out!" Once there is no one who doesn't want to ask Leng Qianmo why he won't let anyone in here, after all, his affairs are no longer important to her now. At most, they can be regarded as the man and woman they used to be.
Friends, now they are nothing
The future will be nothing
After many things happen, you can't pretend that they never happened. Just like Leng Qianmo said, he will make up for her, but he can't make up for anything.
It's like Fan Zhihui has gone to heaven and can't come back to her
Yi Danyou was in a good mood today. She never dreamed that she could hold her child's hand and lead her around in the woods. This feeling was very special.
Along the way, Yi Danyou asked Leng Xinnian to tell her stories, how she was at school, how she was at home, and almost everything from her childhood was left behind.
It was also at this time that Yi Danyou realized that she had indeed missed a lot in the four years she had disappeared. Her child's most important childhood was not left by her side...
Yi Danyou wandered around the huge villa with Leng Xinnian without any intention of stopping. She wanted to hold Leng Xinnian for a walk, but she couldn't use her left hand at all. Her body was also very weak and cold.
Xin Nian is already four years old. She is not the baby that weighed several kilograms just after birth. She cannot hold it with one hand.
In the end, she could only hold her little hand with one hand, and the two figures, one big and one small, pulled each other together under the afterglow of the morning sun, forming a beautiful picture...