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493. Chapter 493 Compromise on warmth 1

She held her chin and sat on the carpet, looking up at Luo Jia with her eyes very confused.

Luo Jia looked ridiculous when she saw her, and she looked at herself as if she was a child, as if she was asking for something good to eat. She felt a little sad. She was like this. No matter how stubborn she was, she was still a pitiful child without any warmth.

As long as anyone treats her well, she will soon lean towards whom. It is a kind of weak compromise, a compromise of warmth. If you want to gain her heart, you can only give enough warmth. Of course, this is full of

Who else can I give her if I don’t give her warmth? At this time, I really wish I could crush the little man, put it on my chest, and cover it firmly.

His voice was even gentler: "My Fangfei, you won't suffer any more in the future. Just stay here with confidence, okay?"

In fact, she has no place to go and has no other plans. Would she be fine staying here? If Luo Jia is not so fierce, can she consider it?

When he suddenly noticed that there was a slight smile on her face, two dimples appeared faintly. After the reunion, he had not noticed this feature of her for a long time. Now, he suddenly discovered it, but it was not so obvious, and suddenly he thought of her and laughed.

So that you can see the slight smile vortex more clearly.

My heart thumped again, like a boy who had seen a woman for the first time. He almost held his breath, reached out his hand, and gently put it on her face and pinched it: "Little thing, let's go out for a walk, you're in the house

I've been in there for a long time."

She turned her head and looked outside. The sun was shining brightly, making this white world very charming.

Then I remembered that I hadn't been out for a long time. It was like a bird locked in a cage and needed to fly out to see it.

Seeing that she was moved, Luo Jia took her hand and left. When she walked to the door, she remembered something. She turned around and brought her a cloak. This was a purple cloak made of a rare sable. Luo Luo

Jia himself also wore a black cloak. He was tall and burly, with bright outlines and very handsome facial features. His cloak was even more heroic.

Seeing Fangfei staring at him, he asked, "Little thing, isn't I very good at this?"


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