Shiqi's bright eyes were obscured by the haze, and Rong Zhen's palm gently slid across her face.
"The beauty is unparalleled, and the fragrance is for whom?"
Shi Qi smiled at him, and Rong Zhen asked in a low voice, "You don't remember your father, do you?"
"Remember." Shi Qi nodded, "He is very tall and powerful. He loves me very much, but he is also very strict."
"Do you remember what your father looks like?" Rong Zhen asked softly.
There was hesitation in Seventeen's eyes, neither nodding nor shaking her head, probably thinking about it. She sat on the ground, leaning on his strong legs, with her head resting on his knees. She looked innocent but made people feel sad.
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Rong Zhen looked at Qi Qi, she must have experienced a lot of pain to become like this.
Seventeen raised his eyes, "I'm tired."
"Would you like to rest here for a while or go back to your place?" Rong Zhen asked her softly. Shi Qi shook his head, "No, here."
Rong Zhen was amused, but he sat still as he was told, with Shi Qi's arms resting on his knees and his face on his hands. He closed his eyes and didn't want to talk about his family.
Rong Zhen sighed softly, "The beads of scripture remain unchanged and the eyebrows are condensed, and the beauty is gone, showing the innocence. If it were me, he would never let my little angel be so sad."
What's more important than the happiness of your biological daughter?
Rong Zhen knew that he was just a passer-by, just coming to the capital for a two-day meeting with his father. He would leave early tomorrow morning and meeting her was an accident. It was like a dream. He woke up at dawn. Early tomorrow morning, they would meet her.
Parting. He wanted to know her story, but he had no right to interfere. He could do nothing but sympathy and pity.
"I want to see the little angel." Seventeen whispered.
Rong Zhen frowned deeply and slowly raised his hand to touch her head, gently comforting her.
Seventeen raised his head, his eyes persistent and pleading, "Can you?"
Rong Zhen looked at Qi Qi, staring at him so directly that he was at a loss for a moment. After looking at each other for a moment, he carefully refused.
"The little angel is far away..."
"Will it be farther than my brother's place?" Shi Qi asked.
"Where is your brother?"
"Far away." She replied firmly.
"...The little angel may be closer to Qingcheng, but not in the capital. When you see the little angel, you have to leave here, Baihuazhou, the capital, and your parents, relatives, and friends..."
"I just want to see the little angel." Shi Qi buried his head again.
There were slight ripples in Rong Zhen's heart. No one could bear to harm such a pure and beautiful child.
"I will ask your father for instructions. If he agrees, I will take you to Qingcheng. I will be your tour guide and show you Qingcheng's mountains and waters, ancient cities and buildings, and taste Qingcheng's special snacks.
Listen to the ancient songs of Qingcheng..."
Rong Zhen raised his eyes slightly and saw the scene of the two of them strolling on the street with their daughter. They went hiking hand in hand, she sang and he played the piano accompaniment. It was like the joy in a fairy tale, simple, quiet and warm.
Rong Zhen is a photography enthusiast. When he was a student, he was labeled as a "literary youth". In his eyes, everything has a best angle that can be presented in the camera's picture. He is willing to see the truth, goodness and beauty of life, and is unwilling to accept it.
The dark side. His idealism is rejected by today's society. He hates secular women, so he rejects all marriage partners arranged by his family.
It's better to be alone than to be careless. Why should two people who are not suitable be forced to be together?
Marriage is not a matter of a day or a month, it is a matter of a lifetime. It is a matter of life. If it is difficult for you and the other party, why bother?
"I want to go." Shi Qi said softly, still with a very light smile.
Rong Zhen's slender hand once again fell between her eyebrows. He was clearly smiling, but he looked so rude. What kind of sadness was hidden behind these bright eyes?
"Qiqi, if one day the little angel tells me that she wants to leave me, I think I will be miserable." Rong Zhen said softly, with a touch of sadness between his eyebrows.
How can such a man be suitable to survive in a shopping mall? His strategies and methods are too idealistic, too individualistic, and do not consider environmental factors. Business is not about him alone, not about his own photography exhibition, but about mutual benefit for all.
Win, today is no longer an era where one person can dominate the world. If you want to succeed, you have to fight for strength, platform, and resources. But he doesn't want to be with them. He thinks that businessmen are full of money. What can he achieve by himself?
Qi Qi looked at Rong Zhen in confusion, "Why did I leave you?"
"Just like you now, if you want to go to Qingcheng, you have to leave your father and your home. One day, the little angel will do the same." Rong Zhen said softly.
Seventeen's eyes darkened, "It turns out that my hope cannot be realized. I have to live here forever and cannot leave..."
Her father was a sinner with broken angel wings. At this moment, she was trying hard to think about where her father was.
"Where is your mother?" Rong Zhen suddenly asked.
Shi Qi looked at Rong Zhen blankly, "Mother?"
Her eyes gradually became blurry, flickering in and out, probably trying to find where her mother was.
She began to pull her hair with her hands, hit her head, and shook her head vigorously. She made strange noises and her face became ferocious. Rong Zhen subconsciously grabbed her hands and squatted down in front of her.
"Don't think about it, don't think about it, I won't ask..."
Her face was pale, her eyes were filled with blood, her eyes were blurred, her hair was messy, and she was trembling all over like a deer that had been driven astray.
Rong Zhen hugged her gently, caressed her back like a little daughter, and hummed the nursery rhyme softly.
She shouldn't be locked up here and treated like a mental patient. She is sane and can talk to him fluently. As long as she doesn't miss her family, she is in good condition. So, this place does not belong to her. Her world is so beautiful.
, so simple, should not be imprisoned here.
Shi Qi fell asleep lying on Rong Zhen's body, her head resting gently on his shoulder.
Rong Zhen watched the time pass by minute by second. It was almost two o'clock, and he was a little anxious. His legs were numb from squatting and he couldn't move.
Rong Zhen tried to adjust his position and put her on the sofa. He didn't dare to carry her into the room. This was the capital, and he wasn't brave enough yet.
As soon as Rong Zhen moved, Shi Qi woke up. He slowly let go of him and leaned against the sofa. Rong Zhen smiled, then stood up. He didn't move even while standing. His legs felt sore and numb, and he stood stiffly.
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Shi Qi raised his eyes and looked at Rong Zhen and said softly, "I often sleep on my brother's back. He carries me home on his back and knows that I am asleep. Even when I get home, he doesn't go in because he wants me to sleep more."
A moment."
Rong Zhen smiled, what a smart girl, she could understand him well, she understood.
Shi Qi looked at Rong Zhen and smiled softly.
In reality, she hated Kou Quan and Qi Yao, but little did she know that he had already been engraved in her heart.
