Later, Wang Mengru passed away, He Jianbin was even more thoughtless, Fang Huimin was in his early thirties like a wolf and a tiger, how could he endure his cold treatment for so long, and now that he was so close, his heart suddenly rippled, his face turned red, and he complained, but the movements in his hands took the initiative to cater to it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He Jianbin hugged Fang Huimin and kissed for a while, and then he bent down and hugged her back to the bed, he had been pretending to be in his heart for a while, and he didn't think about it, now that everything is settled, he is grateful for Fang Huimin's understanding, and he can't help but become more and more affectionate.

After a few movements, Fang Huimin's casual clothes were half-open, He Jianbin looked at the charming Fang Huimin under him, and saw that her eyebrows and eyes showed a little indescribable charm because of emotion, and her eyes couldn't help but darken, turned over, quickly took off her pants, and her body sank.

"An An?!" He Jianbin frowned, and immediately recognized the cry with hidden horror, and he didn't care too much for a while, hurriedly sorted out the clothes on his body, ran under the bed barefoot, and just ran to the side door and stretched out his hand to hold the cold doorknob, he heard the banging sound from the opposite side of the door panel.

"Daddy! Open the door! Father! I'm An An! He An'an's voice sounded with the knock on the door, and his tone was hurried and flustered.

He Jianbin tightened his heart, turned the doorknob to open the door, and the soft light behind him instantly poured into the dark room opposite.

He An'an's pale little face was revealed in the half-open door, and the eyes that looked like her mother were staring at him with trepidation, and the dark pupils trembled gently with fear, and his heart was tightly clenched.

He Jianbin hurriedly squatted down and pulled He Anan into his arms, I don't know why, looking at the thin and small He An'an half of his body hidden in the dark, he would have an inexplicable uneasiness, the kind of guilt that seemed to have failed Wang Mengru again, so that the dissatisfaction caused by the interruption of his previous good things disappeared instantly.

"An An, what's wrong?"

He Jianbin lowered his head and looked at He An'an who was snuggled in his arms, and saw that her forehead and sideburns were slightly sweaty, and her eyelashes were still condensed with tears that had time to slip in the future, and the faint red marks at the corners of her eyes rubbed more and more seriously with the blinking movement.

Almost subconsciously, He Jianbin stretched out his hand and gently helped her brush her bangs that were wet with cold sweat, revealing her sweaty forehead, and softly coaxed: "An An, are you having a nightmare?" ”

"Daddy!" He Anan reached out and hugged He Jianbin by the neck and buried his face on his shoulder: "I'm afraid." ”

This dad screamed that He Jianbin's heart was about to break, he hugged the thin and small He An'an in his arms, raised his hand and patted her on the back gently: "Don't be afraid, An'an, Dad is here." ”

Hearing these words full of love, He An'an's body stiffened slightly, and the complex emotions surging in her heart made her a little speechless for a while.

He Jianbin in the previous life also loved her at the beginning, but what happened later? He only listened to Fang Huimin's words, and he loved He Fangyao and He Zongchao, the two sisters and brothers, and when he saw her, in addition to cold words, where was there any care.

What she thought was a precious blood relationship at the time was actually no different from interpersonal relationships at all? It also needs to be painstakingly maintained and co-opted, who in this world can trust her unconditionally, love her, and treat her well without asking for anything in return?

I only hate that she woke up too late, people are always like this, and only when she really loses it can she wake up to many things that she couldn't understand before.

"An An, what's wrong?" Fang Huimin was suddenly interrupted when she was in high spirits, and she was extremely unhappy, but because of He Jianbin, she didn't dare to show anything, she hurriedly sorted out the clothes on her body, got off the bed, walked to the side door, and looked at He An'an who was held in He Jianbin's arms.

He Anan raised his head from He Jianbin shoulder socket when he heard the voice, his eyes were watery like frightened deer, and his little face was a little pale, with a panic after waking up from a nightmare.

"It turned out to be a nightmare." Fang Huimin said softly, she reached out and patted He Jianbin lightly on the back: "I'm going to coax, right?" As he spoke, he squatted down and stretched out his hand to take He Anan from He Jianbin 's arms.

He Jianbin was about to transfer He An'an out of his arms, but as soon as he moved, He An'an, who didn't want to be quiet in his arms, suddenly struggled, she hugged He Jianbin tightly, and her tone was faintly frightened: "Dad, I want Dad." ”

This full of dependence made He Jianbin's heart suddenly turn into water, and he hurriedly hugged He An'an again: "Okay, okay, Dad won't go, Dad will accompany An An, ah." After speaking, he directly hugged He Anan and stood up, turned his head to Fang Huimin and said, "You go to sleep first, I'll go over to accompany the child." ”

Fang Huimin stopped talking, and watched He Jianbin raise his legs and carry He Anan into the next bedroom.

He An'an's room was pitch black, and the light reflected from the door shone on his body, He An'an raised his head from He Jianbin's shoulder, and saw Fang Huimin staring at her, her beautiful brows frowned slightly, and there was a hint of displeasure in her eyes.

He An sneered in his heart and looked directly at Fang Huimin.

Looking at each other, Fang Huimin was slightly stunned, and saw He Anan staring at him with a pair of dark eyes, his gaze was cold and without any temperature, like a deep pool at the bottom of the valley, deep and dead, without waves. She was calm, and just as she was about to take a closer look, she saw that He Jianbin had already walked to the bed with He An'an in his arms, and the figures of the two people were completely hidden in the dark.

He Jianbin turned on the bedside lamp and stayed by He An'an's side.

Fang Huimin stood at the door and looked at He An'an lying on the bed, such a young child, what could she know, she secretly hated her suspicions, and took the door casually.

He Anan timidly held He Jianbin's hand: "Dad, you accompany me, I'm afraid."

He Jianbin coaxed He An'an: "An An is not afraid, Dad is here, you sleep, with Dad to protect you, you will definitely not have nightmares again." ”

He Anan nodded, lying on the bed obediently, but his hand reached under the pillow.

He Jianbin looked at her movements, a little strange: "An An pressed his hands to sleep like this, will it be uncomfortable?"

He Anan took out a photo frame from under the pillow and handed it to He Jianbin: "Dad, I miss my mother and grandfather." ”

There is a photo inlaid on the sandalwood photo frame, a four-inch color group photo, in which Wang Mengru is sitting on a chair with He Anan in her arms, and her body is slightly close to her father Wang Weidong and brother Wang Shangzhi, who are also sitting side by side, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren, smiling happily, looking warm and enviable.