Tianjun Haomingming's enchanting voice was light and low, but An Ying couldn't help but shudder.
Suddenly, she remembered what the man told her when she was a child before leaving: "In the future, the first thing I ask you when I show up is 'Who am I', and you have to answer 'My Hao'. If you forget, I will
You throw it into the river to feed the fish."
An Ying looked at his face carefully,
The two stared at each other quietly.
Tian Junhao's eyes flashed with a hint of distress.[
An Ying's eyes were full of confusion.
However, as I thought about his words carefully and looked at Tian Junhao, the red dot between his eyebrows felt strangely familiar.
A long time, a long time.
I just remembered that when I was young, the big brother who picked me up home seemed to have the same vermilion in his eyebrows.
Staring at Tian Junhao again.
"Hao? My Hao?" An Ying called out uncertainly.
But I hesitated in my heart: Is it him?
The coldness that originally aroused slowly faded away, and she still remembered herself, which relieved Tian Junhao's angry mood a little.
"I am your Hao."
Looking at the scratches on her body, Tian Junhao stretched out his arms in distress,
"I'm sorry for not protecting you. This kind of thing will never happen again."
Holding her, patting her back, a voice like the sound of nature lingered in An Ying's ears.
"Don't be afraid, An Ying, I'm coming."
It sounded as good as hypnosis, with a fatal temptation, making An Ying's nervous and flustered heart gradually calm down.
To the point of beginning to crave this warm embrace.
A trace of warmth, with invisible tenderness, rippled in An Ying's heart from Tian Junhao's soft words.
"Let's go home."
Tian Junhao casually picked up the sheets, wrapped them around An Ying, and walked out with her in his arms.
Outside stood a row of men with guns in one hand and a group of security guards kneeling on the ground, not daring to move.[
When dozens of bodyguards saw the girl in Tianjun's arms, they all lowered their heads immediately and stood respectfully.
Seeing the guns in their hands, An Ying subconsciously shrank into Tian Junhao's arms.