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Uncle Shen, do you have a girlfriend?

Lei Qiqi tilted his head slightly and looked at him researchingly.

Shen Yichen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Okay, little princess, I don't like Duan Yu either, but I also like Xiao Feng, okay?"

"It's so perfunctory."

She muttered, suddenly became excited again, and moved closer to him, "Uncle Shen, do you have a girlfriend?"

She looked at him with a gossipy look, her eyes shining brightly.

Shen Yichen liked Lei Qiqi's eyes the most. They were as bright as ink and as bright as stars. Although she was asking gossipy questions at this time, he was stunned for a moment.

I thought back to the few women I had met over the years.

He nodded, "There is one abroad." But now that he has returned to China, it can be considered a separation.

Lei Qiqi was startled for a moment, "It turns out there is..."

I can’t explain how I feel in my heart, it’s like my most beloved thing has been shared with others, I’m very unhappy.

Uncle Shen, who was originally only nice to her, turned out to be nice to other women as well.

She felt depressed for a moment. On the TV, Xiao Feng was shouting A'Zhu's name. It turned out that he had already killed A'Zhu.

Inexplicably, a tear fell down.

Shen Yichen was shocked. He thought her mood had become much more stable recently, but he didn't expect that——

"Why are you crying again?"

He frowned and stretched out his fingertips to wipe her eyes, but she turned her face and said quietly: "A'Zhu is dead."

"It's just a TV show, uh, I mean, the actor is not dead."

Qiqi, who had been a little sad just now, suddenly had black lines on her face, "Uncle Shen, your girlfriend must not like you very much."

"Ahem, little girl, don't talk nonsense." Shen Yichen was embarrassed. In fact, he didn't like those women very much. It was just that he had reached his age and needed a partner by his side. What does it matter.

Just like the TV she was sad about, it was just a TV show, what did it matter?

"Because you are not romantic at all."

Shen Yichen couldn't compare to the little girl's poetic and dreamlike thoughts. He coughed lightly again, "Okay, romantic little princess, is it time to go to bed?"

Subconsciously, he actually always regarded Qiqi as that little girl back then, who was soft and tender, and always loved and relied on her.

Lei Qiqi refused, "I haven't finished reading yet."

"There's more to this, right? Let's see another day."

"Uncle Shen, please stay up all night with me to watch it. I don't want to sleep."

"No, watching TV all night long? It's not good for your health, and you have a lot of things to do tomorrow. Don't forget that you became the president today." Shen Yichen frowned. He is serious and indulgent on weekdays. It's hard for her to speak when she should be harsh.

Lei Qiqi whispered: "That's what you asked me to do, and it's none of my business."

Shen Yi smiled back angrily: "Or am I pushing this on you? Have you forgotten that you are from the Lei family?"

His expression was very rare, but Lei Qiqi knew that he was angry, and she was actually afraid that he would be angry. The only person she relied on now was him, and she was afraid that he would abandon her and walk away in anger.

She still didn't dare.

So the voice was a little soft, "The room is very dark——"

"How could that happen? Turn on the light..." Shen Yichen took over her words, but paused. He thought he could understand what she was afraid of.

This home is different from before. The huge loneliness. What she fears is this kind of silence, right?

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