The palace maids have already come in with Ailian in their arms. [】
But she pushed them away, she didn't want to hug her, she knocked on the door frame, banging, unscrupulous, her big eyes flashed with a fierce light, staggering, crooked...
Her eyes fell on him, staring at him, staring at him strangely, and waved her hand to hold a jade Ruyi playing with...
He opened his arms and hugged the child. After more than a year of separation, the child did not resist. His black eyes looked at him curiously, and his mouth was whimpering, as if asking: Who are you and who are you???
Until Shui Lian laughed lazily: "Call the father... Love Lian, call him good, call him father..."
The little girl rolled her tongue and said crisply: "Father...Father..."
She had taught him a thousand times, so she also learned it and shouted at the man.
His Majesty laughed and hugged her tightly, his eyes were wet.
That was his daughter, the bones in his bones, the blood in his blood.
At that time, she looked more and more like him—the coolness of this kind, without anyone telling him or anyone deliberately advocating him, he realized it himself—just like a person, looking at a smaller version
Own.
Strange, familiar, and spiritually connected.
He hugged her for a long time.
Shui Lian stared blankly at the side - feeling alienated, and she was jealous for no reason.
He was entangled with her, crazy, but there was no such intimacy—really, it was a kind of intimacy, no secrets, no grudges—
She is everything to him!!!
He didn't even need to say a word to her, but just stared silently, just like this little man who learned to be self-taught, knew how to get close to someone, let him hug him, and feel safe in his arms...
What a strange blood relationship.
No wonder, no matter how heroic a man is, he cannot see through the blood relationship. Their care and selfishness about blood relationship are far more important than women.
Although there are many bad stepmothers in the world, there are still good ones; but there are almost no good stepmothers.
Little Ailian started giggling in her father's arms, because her father's beard was tickle and warm. The little girl kept laughing, holding the handle of Yu Ruyi lightly
Tap on the father's forehead...
"Father...Father..."
She could only shout this sentence, tossing and turning, like a tongue-learning parrot.