On the kindergarten open day, the little star was very happy all day long, her eyes were bent like a small crescent, and the whole person was full of joy, she was squeamish, her hair was tied for a long time, and she felt that her scalp was pulled a little painfully, and she asked Lu Yan to help her remove the hair ring.

Lu Yan lowered his eyes, his bony fingers helped Xiaoxing untie the hairband, and then carefully and gently combed her hair with her hands and arranged the ends of her hair.

Xiaoxing originally asked Lu Yan to hold her hand, walked a few steps, and hugged her thighs again, saying that she was so tired and wanted to hug.

Yan Yu has not paid much attention to Xiaoxing recently, and suddenly found that Xiaoxing seems to be a little squeamish when she is spoiled, in the past, Xiaoxing would not let people hug her so often.

Lu Yan glanced at Yan Yu's expression, and guessed her general thoughts, he said lightly: "Xiaoxing is very well-behaved, she knows who to be spoiled to, the previous father role was absent for too long, and it is understandable to compensate her now." ”

Words and words, go and see the little stars.

Little Star's eyes are wet and round, they are beautiful deer eyes, slightly drooping, dyed with innocence and innocence, she has always felt that her father is dispensable to Little Star, maybe it was really dispensable before, but now that she has a father, she naturally wants to enjoy the right to be coquettish to her father.

Yan Yu quieted down, Lu Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her, the emotions in his eyes became more and more intense, and gradually, more and more inexplicable emotions, seemed to be affectionate, seemed to be affectionate, he was silent for a long time, and said: "Yanyan, I also want to compensate you." ”

He didn't let Yan Yu dodge, he stretched out his hand, and gently picked up Yan Yu's cheek, until he saw his awe-inspiring outline lines in the pool of her amber eyes, and he continued: "Yan Yan, let me compensate you again this time, okay?"

Yan Yu looked at him, his eyes foggy, and the fog was filled.

The light was bright, and the shadow of the person was like ink, splashed on the floor, and gradually, overlapping into one, "Yanyan, I am different from Song Qingran.

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