For urban white-collar workers who live from 9 to 5 in the morning, weekends are always attractive, putting aside the tiredness of life and enjoying the leisure of the weekend, perhaps this is what people call the best side of life.

For Yang Yi, this weekend seemed a little special, and even made Yang Yi feel a little complicated, maybe it all came down to the arrival of the woman named Yan.

The train station is perhaps the most crowded public area, in addition to the dense staggered traffic, more tourists from all over the country, some are uprooted from their hometowns to live, some take advantage of the weekend to take a small trip, maybe from different places, but at the moment they meet in the same place.

Yang Yi stood at the exit of Shanghai South Railway Station, his eyes scanning each passenger leaving the station, obviously looking for the woman named Yan.

As the flow of people at the exit became more and more, the crowd became denser, but even so, in the moment within sight of the exit, Yang Yi found her.

Yan is relatively tall, about 1.68 meters or so, a strand of hair is scattered on her forehead, and her facial features are extremely coordinated, even if she doesn't apply any makeup, she still looks beautiful, but this beauty is a little different from the beauty she sees on weekdays.

Yeon, wearing a white blouse and black trousers, pushes a large suitcase in her left hand and holds a girl of about four years old in her right hand.

The girl's eyes were large, and her little head was constantly writhing, as if she was curious about this strange environment at this time.

Looking at that familiar face, Yang Yi let out a long sigh, as if he had crossed the mountain and the sea, and no matter how far he floated, he finally returned to his heart.

Yang Yi calmed down a little and returned to his usual appearance again.

"Here it is. Yang also waved his hand when he saw Yeon's gaze drifting towards him.

Yeon also spotted Yang Yi standing at the exit of the station.

"Niuniu, let's see Uncle Yang coming to pick us up. Yan lowered her body and held the girl who was looking around in her arms, and slowly walked towards Yang Yi.

"Uncle Yang. When Niuniu heard what her mother said, she immediately broke free from Yeon's arms and tried hard to find the figure of Uncle Yang that she thought about day and night.

When Niuniu saw Yang Yi in the crowd, she struggled to break free of Yan's hand, the little girl's eyes were filled with tears, and her big eyes were already full of tears.

"Uncle Yang. Uncle Yang kept shouting out from Niuniu's mouth over and over again, perhaps although time was constantly lost, her longing for her Uncle Yang had not weakened in the slightest, but became more and more intense.

Looking at Niuniu running towards him, the smile on Yang Yi's face became more and more radiant, and his eyes were full of deep doting, which was laughter and love from the depths of his heart.

Yang is not a saint, it is impossible not to have seven emotions and six desires, but in his daily life, he hides himself as if he doesn't care, he doesn't care, this man also has his own pain, like an arrogant and injured wolf in the mountains, lying alone on the hill licking the pain in his heart that can never be erased.

"Oops. Because Niuniu ran too quickly, one step was unsteady and she fell directly to the ground.

Yang Yi looked at Niuniu who fell to the ground, and could no longer care about the area that only ticket buyers could enter, so he jumped directly and easily stepped over the impedance.

"Niu Niu, are you alright. Yang Yi gently helped Niuniu up from the ground, his eyes full of concern.

Niuniu raised her head, saw the familiar face, and cried out directly, burying her head deep in Yang Yi's arms, and her whole body continued to tremble up and down with crying.

"Niuniu, don't cry, there's an uncle. Yang Yi hugged Niuniu in his arms and comforted him gently.

This scene is something that many people have never thought, and the cold-blooded man who used to be also had an extremely gentle side.