Tian Junhao lazily leaned on the railing of the balcony, with his head slightly lowered and a cynical expression, looking at the aura-filled little girl in front of him.
What a pair of crystal clear eyes!
"Uncle, can you not choose?" An Ying is only eight years old and has no idea about these two words.
"No, you have to choose. An Ying, you can't call me uncle, you have to call me Hao, remember that." [
Because, in this life, I will keep you firmly locked beside me, An Ying, you can only be my Tianjunhao's woman.
At this moment, he was extremely doting on her, with every trace of softness exuding from his powerful aura.
"Oh, Hao."
An Ying pursed her lips and tilted her head.
What is a lover? What is a wife?
She really doesn't understand, but wife, I guess it means old woman, that's very old.
"Then I choose my lover! Is that okay?" Subconsciously, An Ying chose to be her lover, because the old lady is not nice to hear. Although she is only eight years old, she already has a love for beauty.
thump--
"Would you like to think about it again?"
An Ying shook her head, with a hint of determination: "Hao, I want to be a lover."
Tian Junhao's heart throbbed involuntarily.
That beautiful face showed a faint, invisible self-mockery for a moment, and the shining crystal light of her beautiful obsidian eyes gradually dimmed.
"I really don't think about it anymore, my wife is better." Tian Junhao knelt down and felt a trace of regret. He shouldn't have asked this question.
"Well, I like being a lover."
His eyes were dim, he really shouldn't ask, it was an unintentional mistake and he missed a wife.
If you don't shout pain, it doesn't necessarily mean you don't feel it.
no tearing does not mean no hurt.
Tian Junhao, in order to find this woman, you gave up everything as an emperor and came to this strange 21st century. In the end, what you got was such an ironic answer.
Tian Junhao, if you fall in love with her, you are destined to be involved in loneliness and miss happiness.[
At that moment, he put away all his emotions and his expression was so calm that he was almost expressionless.
Then he raised his eyes slightly and spoke with difficulty: "An Ying, from today on, I will raise you and I want you to be my exclusive plaything."
She didn't know what the plaything was, but An Ying was still happy. She no longer had to be a beggar. Hao said, he would support her.
Playthings are just playthings, just like the dolls in her hands. If she holds them in her arms every day, pampering and loving them, she will be happy to heaven.