&am;lt; &am;gt; &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; &am;

"Shang Moqian, if you hate me, just tell me. &am;

“&am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; You Wanqing, who had her back to Shang Moqian, couldn't see Shang Moqian's movements. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; I can't see his joys, sorrows, and sorrows. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; His expression moved slightly, and Shang Moqian's eyes were slightly red and looked at You Wanqing. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; The trend in his heart finally made him can't help but hold You Wanqing in his arms. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; Feeling the hug coming from behind, You Wanqing didn't feel more tears. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; Shang Moqian didn't speak, buried his head in You Wanqing's shoulder socket, and sniffed You Wanqing's taste deeply. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; You Wanqing raised her hand and touched Shang Moqian's head, gently brushing his hair. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; &am;

"Boss, let's not have a cold war, okay? &am;

“&am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; Shang Moqian still didn't speak, but suddenly let go of the arm that hugged You Wanqing, turned around and strode away. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; Suddenly there was an empty space behind him, and You Wanqing turned around blankly, but only saw Shang Moqian's back in the distance. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; pursed her lips, and You Wanqing didn't catch up. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; Turning back to the dining room, You Wanqing sat at the dining table. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; The aromatic aroma of rice on the dining table penetrated into You Wanqing's nose. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; Turning his head to look at the curling smoke rising from the meal, You Wanqing even felt that even Shang Moqian's hug just now was a little illusory and ethereal. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; After sitting for a while, Xiaohe had already returned from school and took the school bus. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; &am;

"Mom! &am;

“&am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; Xiaohe was led by the teacher with one hand and walked towards the door while bouncing. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; Entering the living room, Xiaohe looked at the shoes on the ground smartly. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; didn't find Shang Moqian, Xiaohe looked depressed. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; &am;

"Isn't Dad coming back today? &am;

“&am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; It's been more than half a month, and Xiaohe hasn't seen Shang Moqian for a long time. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; remembered that the last time she saw Shang Moqian, she was still hiding, who would have thought that she would not see her father for so long. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; Thinking about it like this, Xiaohe still felt quite depressed. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; &am;

"Miss You, Xiaohe will be handed over to you. &am;

“&am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; Xiaohe's teacher let go of Xiaohe's hand and looked at You Wanqing. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; &am;

"Miss You, I don't look very good at your face. &am;

“&am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; Hearing this, You Wanqing reached out and touched her cheek, crying and laughing. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; &am;

"Thank you for your concern, it may be that I have been wearing a little less mask recently, come to Xiaohe, goodbye to the teacher. &am;

“&am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; Xiaohe greeted the teacher obediently. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; &am;

"Mom...... &am;

“&am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; You Xiaohe glanced at You Wanqing with some pity. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; &am;

"When the hell is Daddy coming back? &am;

“&am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; You Wanqing turned around and went to the kitchen to take the dishes and chopsticks out and put them in front of Xiaohe. &am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; &am;

"Eat. &am;

“&am;lt; /&am;gt; &am;lt; &am;gt; Xiao He pursed his lips and didn't dare to ask more. Read the full chapters please visit if you think

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