At this moment, a handsome man, followed by several tall and tough bodyguards, walked in from the door.
His face was calm, but his eyes were dark and stern. He glanced at Qin Shuang's arm on Xue'er's shoulders, and his eyes deepened.[
When Xueer saw Xiaoyan walking towards her, her red and swollen eyes seemed to have regained some life.
Xiaoyan, is she dreaming?
"Get out!"
Xiaoyan had a cynical expression on her face, and she didn't know who she was speaking to.
His eyes looked at Xue'er with distress, and with a gentle pull of his hand, he had already pulled Xue'er from Qin Shuang's side to his side.
"You still have me!"
Xiaoyan doesn't know how to comfort people, but his words, just four words, "you and me," are enough to overwhelm everything.
At this time, when she felt abandoned by the world, there was a man who held her in his arms and told her that she was not alone and that she still had him. That feeling could not be expressed in words.
Xue'er hid in his arms, feeling his warm temperature, her heart felt so sore and painful.
She said hoarsely: "Mom, dad, are gone. They are no longer here."
Xueer, who had never cried aloud before, burst into tears in his arms for the first time.
Before, it was not that she didn't want to cry, but because there was no shoulder to bear her crying.
Now, with this generous shoulder that can protect her from wind and rain, she can finally be vulnerable.
She doesn't want to be strong, she is just a little girl, a little girl who is not capable of facing family changes.
She was very sad, very sad, very desperate, very sad.
"Little wildcat, there's still me here, don't cry!"
Xiaoyan hugged her tightly, framed her tightly in his arms, and gently stroked her messy hair.
His eyes were soft and soft, and when he heard Xue'er's cry, he felt very distressed in his heart.
He raised his eyes again, but his eyes were extremely cold.[
Glancing at the middle-aged man who was forcing Xueer to sign, looking down, the man felt his back stiffen, as if he was locked by the god of death.