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"Good. "He's naturally by her.

Clearly, this hypothetical problem was bothering her. She slid down and leaned sideways on his lap, deep in thought.

His hands ran between her still slightly moist hair, gently massaging her scalp and staring down at her preoccupied little face.

After a while, she spoke lowly, as if talking to herself, as if asking him, "If it's true, what should I do?"

He touched her twisted brow with his fingers, and said softly: "There's nothing to worry about, feelings have nothing to do with blood." Yes or no, when that time comes, you will have the answer in your heart. ”

Xu Qiaoqiao raised her eyes to look at him, stunned, as if she was understanding his words.

His hand brushed her white and delicate face along the center of his eyebrows, and he added, "Your father is still your father, and that woman," apparently he didn't even like to mention the woman's name, let alone crown the title 'mother' on her body.

"If she wasn't related to you by any kind, wouldn't she feel a little more relaxed?"

Xu Qiaoqiao thought about it seriously, well, it is. If it was only for her mother, she was not disappointed in her heart, but she was relieved.

Is that why her mother didn't like her all the time?

Xu Qiaoqiao got up, knelt on the bed to face him, and asked, "If that's the case, then," she narrowed her eyes slightly, pursed her lips, and raised her eyes to look at him, "Why don't they want me?" is it because of the pressure of life, or is it ...... Don't like me?"

Jun Muye touched her head and didn't answer her, but asked, "Whatever the reason, if you have the opportunity to meet them, what will you do?"

Xu Qiaoqiao was stunned, then shook her head: "I don't know." She looked at him and asked, "What if it were you?"

Jun Muye replied firmly, "I didn't grow up under the care of my parents, and family affection has never been my emotional sustenance and psychological dependence for me." ”

Xu Qiaoqiao listened, feeling a little sorry for him. Reaching over to hug his waist, he looked up at his little face, his eyes were obsessed with his eyes, and he said softly, "I am your family." ”

Jun Muye smiled, kissed the corner of her lips, his eyes lingered, and he said in a firm tone: "For you, it will never become a family affection." "Love is love, family affection is family affection, he will never be confused, otherwise, why find a person who loves each other to spend his life with?

Xu Qiaoqiao doesn't understand much. "Why?"

She thought they would become very close people who could rely on each other and work together for the rest of their lives. Obviously, in the concept of Xu Qiaoqiao, like many people's thoughts, a life is very long, passion will burn out, love will be diluted by the years, only family affection is inseparable.

Therefore, she wants to be his family and become someone who can accompany him for the rest of his life.

Jun Muye looked at her pursing her lips and frowning, as if he was dissatisfied. He lowered his head and kissed, and said in a low voice: "Without the feeling of love, it will become family affection, which is very sad." ”

Xu Qiaoqiao met his affectionate eyes, the warm light came into her eyes, more and more warm, her heart throbbed, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and the pears on her lips were rippling.

The big demon king who talks about love is so gentle that she can drown people, so that she has no power to resist and collapses for thousands of miles.

She kissed him on the lips.

He gladly accepted. But soon, he reacted. As he said, she has been looking at him for a long time, and it can make his heart itch uncontrollably. In the face of the beloved, there is no need for any teasing and temptation, that kind of emotion is deep in love and can't help it.

He responded to her, not daring to be heavy, not daring to be anxious, lustful, hidden, but willing.

The heaviness in Xu Qiaoqiao's heart also dissipated. Well, why bother with mediocrity, when it comes time to face it, everything will have an answer.

Jun Muye is right, whether she is related by blood or not, her love for her father will never change. As for her so-called background......

She thought, apart from blood, to her, just a stranger. She really doesn't need to worry about it, because she has the person she loves, and the baby, and she is now very happy, very happy.

The autumn breeze is blowing, the moonlight is just right, and there are lovers lingering, but on the other side, there is only a single shadow, guarding a huge empty room, facing a table of meals that have been cold.

The door clicked and there was a sound.

The person lying at the table immediately got up, twisted the corners of his clothes with his hands, looked a little nervous and apprehensive, and looked at the door with a hint of anticipation and joy.

A tall figure walked in, her face had a joy that could not be concealed, and she hurriedly stepped forward, very obediently took his shoes for him to change, and took his coat.

Like a virtuous little wife, she whispered and asked, "Have you eaten......?"

"I'm not hungry. He said lightly, and walked upstairs, not noticing the food on the table.

She stood behind her, pursed her lips, her eyes slightly pursed, and her expression was gloomy.

He walked to the top of the stairs, paused, looked sideways, looked over to the table, then turned and glanced at her, "Haven't eaten yet?" he asked.

When she heard this, when she raised her face, she quickly gathered her emotions and replied obediently: "Well, I'm waiting for ......."

Before he finished speaking, he said, "You don't have to wait for me in the future, and you don't need to stay in this room all the time." I'm not restricting your right to freedom. ”

She was stunned, and then said, "No, I don't like to go out." ”

"Don't think of me as the center of gravity in your life," he looked at her indifferently, and his tone was gentle, but there was a sense of alienation that could not be approached, "We have nothing to do with each other. ”

Her expression was slightly sluggish, and she looked at him with eyes that were a little similar to Xu Qiaoqiao, a little unaware.

Her lips moved, she hesitated, and asked cautiously, "Am I upsetting you?"

The timbre is clear, the tone is soft and delicate, and among all the similar qualities, the voice is the most similar to Qiaoqiao. However, Qiaoqiao would never speak to him in such a timid tone.

His eyes were slightly dark, and he was a little distracted.

Seeing that he didn't speak, she was even more uneasy. It's not that he's afraid of getting angry, in fact, he hasn't lost his temper with her, and he hasn't even said anything serious. It's just that the attitude is lukewarm, and it's really unpredictable.

She is grateful to him, and in her gratitude, there is more or less secret admiration.

He is the best-looking man she has ever seen, with delicate facial features, feminine and handsome, but not a little girly.

Among the facial features, the most demagogic is his narrow and deep peach blossom eyes, affectionate and gentle, sometimes looking at her very intently, her heart is irrepressibly beating wildly.

But most of the time he is indifferent and cold, he doesn't have much emotion in front of her, and he is very mysterious.

She was by his side for two days, and when she learned that he was leaving, she was a little scared, afraid that as soon as he left, her cousin would take revenge on her.

When he asked her if she wanted to go with him, she didn't hesitate, but she was so relieved about this man who didn't know much.

Maybe he knew in his heart that this man didn't think badly of her. It's just that she couldn't figure out why she noticed such an inconspicuous her.

Sometimes when he looks at her, he doesn't have any liking in his eyes, but ...... There is a kind of melancholy that seems to be nothing.

Have the blues......

Yes, that's how she got it from him.

She is also self-aware. Cinderella's story is just from a fairy tale, and even so, she wants to do something for him, even ...... I want him to be happier. She knew that she was a little overwhelmed by this idea.

How shrewd he is, especially his thoughts about women, he has always been very thorough.

Therefore, as a precaution, he had to declare in advance: "Don't bother with me," after a pause, he said in a cold tone: "Don't like me, I don't like trouble." ”

His attitude was a little chilly, and the hints and warnings were obvious. If she bothers him or causes him trouble, he will always let her go.

For her, he has never been forced at all, nor has he had to leave a mind. Pure, it's just a time of solitude to talk about comfort.

His heart is soft, and probably no one can tell the slightest bit except for the pretty. So, he didn't care if it hurt her or make her angry.

"I—I know......" she bit her lip, a little embarrassed and a little annoyed, annoyed that she hadn't done her job.

"Don't worry, I'...... Won't like you. Her voice was unusually harsh, and she assured her word by word.

His expression did not rise or fall in the slightest, and he turned around and went upstairs.

It's a late autumn night, and it's cool.

Stand under the canopy, bracing your arms against the wall and letting the icy water spill overhead.

Ye Qingwu stood outside the room, the door was not closed, but she didn't dare to come in without his permission.

The water in the bathroom was murmuring, and it was about half an hour.

She was holding his mobile phone in her hand, and she helped him get his coat just now, and the mobile phone was in her pocket, and a call came in, rang for a long time, and she called a second time. She was afraid that something important would happen, but she didn't dare to help him pick it up, so she had to take it.

By the time she picked it up, the phone had already hung up, and she could only hesitate at the door.

The bathroom door finally opened, and Long Yuchen walked out naked, his hair was messy and dripping, and he couldn't wipe it.

Seeing her standing in the doorway, he asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Well, your phone is ringing......" She didn't dare to look at him directly, her face was slightly red, and she handed it out with a low pink face.

He walked over to her, and the water dripped from his hair.

"Thank you. He said lightly.

His fingertips accidentally touched her, and it was cold. She looked at the water marks on the ground, it was very cold in the autumn night, he also washed cold water, and his hair was not dry, she was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she wanted to say that she would wipe his hair for him.

But when I caught a glimpse of his expression when he looked down at his phone, it was unusually gentle, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

She was surprised for a while, he was laughing, and in the soft light, the smile was so beautiful that she was in a trance for a while.

"Go back. With that, he turned and walked away, as if he couldn't wait, pressing the phone as he walked out to the balcony.

She heard him call 'Qiaoqiao', and his voice was so tender and brisk, and she even heard a kind of joy.

She looked at his vague back as he hid into the balcony, and it turned out that he still had such a side.

A woman's instincts are always accurate, especially after a comparison.

Who is the person on the phone? Is it the person he likes?