"Uncle Shaoming, Aunt Ranran." Gu Yuanbei greeted respectfully, took Gong Yue's cold little hand, put it into his pocket, and directly swore his sovereignty.
"..."
Only then did Gong Shaoming and An Moran notice that the person next to Gong Yue was Gu Yuanbei, and they couldn't help but be stunned.
Gong Yue has been staying in City C for the past two years. Although no one said it explicitly, everyone felt like a mirror.
Gong Shaoming didn't know how many times he was so angry that he went crazy, but he just couldn't control his little baby. He was afraid that his daughter would resent him, so he didn't dare to stop him.
I just secretly hate the second son of the Qi family with a itch.
Good thing now, the culprit is here!
"Beibei." An Moran stepped forward, held his daughter's hand cordially, and smiled at Gu Yuanbei, "Just come back. Your mother has complained to me more than once that she has no chance to see you all year round. On the one hand, I’m really worried about it.”
"Xiao Yue, what's wrong with you? Your hands are so cold. Are you catching a cold?" As soon as he touched his daughter's hand, An Moran frowned and asked softly.
Gong Yue shook her head, but she was too nervous to speak.
When Gong Shaoming, who was still angry just now, heard that his baby was not feeling well, he didn't even care about getting angry. He quickly stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you standing in the yard in such a cold weather, wearing so little clothes? Can you not catch a cold?" ?Get everyone into the house."
"..."
Gong Yue was stunned for a moment, and just as she was about to pull Beibei into the house, Gu Yuanbei had already reached out to hug her, a princess, and strode towards the main room.
"I really thought my daddy was dead!" Gong Shaoming stood behind him, watching his precious daughter being taken away by another man, his face suddenly turned livid.
If An Moran hadn't pulled him away, he might have gone up and beat Gu Yuanbei hard.
"Calm down, Xiaoyue is so old. She knows what she wants. You should listen to what the children say first. I think Beibei is more anxious than you, Xiaoyue." An Moran looked at the backs of the two children with soft eyes. .
She has watched both children grow up, and she has long regarded Beibei as her son-in-law, but she never thought that these two childhood sweethearts would have such a fate.
"What's bigger? No matter how old my daughter is, she is still daddy's little cotton-padded jacket. No one can try to steal it from me!" Gong Shaoming roared angrily and walked angrily into the main room.
At the moment they were talking, both of them had disappeared. Who knew if his little princess would suffer a loss if she entered the room.
Gong Shaoming could not calm down for a moment. As soon as his stalwart figure turned around, he pulled An Moran and strode into the living room.
The large living room exudes low-key luxury, and the European-style decoration further accentuates the aristocratic atmosphere. Compared with the Imperial family, it is more noble but less pretentious.
On the coffee table, the butler had already ordered someone to bring tea in advance, along with Gong Yue's favorite snacks.
This is the rule of the palace family.
Gong Yue is the only child of the head of the Gong family and the future heir of the Gong family.
Growing up, Gong Shaoming almost gave his daughter the best. Even the old house of the Gong family had a set of rules specially formulated for her.
As long as she steps into the palace gate, this place is equivalent to her kingdom, and she is truly a little princess in the eyes of everyone.
Gong Shaoming never expected that he would be deceived by a brat from the Qi family even though he was already holding his dearest child in his arms.
"Gu Yuanbei, take your hand away!"
As soon as Gong Shaoming entered the living room and saw the hands held together, he immediately roared.
