As he approached, Chen Mengtian could see the expression on his face clearly, and she looked gentle with anticipation.

Her own man knows best, Chen Mengtian looked at the depths of Jiang Zebei's eyes, trying her best to maintain calm and suppressed emotions, she couldn't help but feel a little sour in her heart.

Just when Jiang Zebei was about to reach the steps, Chen Mengtian let go of the hand holding Ning'er.

She was like the most beautiful butterfly in the middle of the night, rushing directly into Jiang Zebei's arms.

Looking at the little woman who hadn't seen her for many years flying over, Jiang Zebei was also missing her breath and longing for everything about her.

Without hesitation, he raised his arms and embraced the man who had rushed into his arms.

"Aze, I miss you so much!"

Chen Mengtian missed him so much that his voice trembled when he spoke.

Jiang Zebei raised a hand and gently touched her hair, "I'm sorry." ”

A thousand words turned into a word of sorry.

Chen Mengtian leaned on his shoulder and shook his head gently, "No, it's not your fault. ”

At this moment, Chen Mengtian is no longer the frightened god of some people, she is just a woman, a little woman who belongs to Jiang Zebei.

Ning'er, An'er's two children, how have they ever seen such a soft side of their mother.

Mother is usually strict with them on weekdays, and occasionally some warmth is short-lived, as long as Mother does not show their fangs (bad water) to them, they are very grateful.

Such a soft mother at this moment, they were also able to see it because of their father, such a mother is like a little girl.

Ning'er and An'er glanced at each other, this was a scene they had never imagined, and today was a feast for their eyes.

Jiang Zebei hugged Chen Mengtian in his arms, patted her on the back gently, and comforted her silently, but did not say a word.

Chen Mengtian also felt too excited, a little hypocritical, she came out of the other party's arms and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

A large hand was placed in the corner of her other wet eye, gently wiping the water that spilled from her eye.

Jiang Zebei said in a tender voice: "Don't cry." ”

"Didn't cry." Chen Mengtian knocked his hand off and refused to admit it.

But the lowered eyes were red again.

Looking at the woman she hadn't seen for seven years, Jiang Zebei couldn't find a trace of change on her face, she was already a mother of two children, but she was as attractive as a girl.

Jiang Zebei's gaze crossed Chen Mengtian and looked at a pair of children standing outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Ning'er and An'er looked at their father, and when they saw that they were no longer looking at them with cold eyes, their eyes showed a hint of expectation.

Father is a stranger, and he is also the existence they have looked forward to the most since they became sensible.

Jiang Zebei took in the expectations of the two children's eyes, gently hooked the corners of his lips, and his face was gentle and cautious.

He glanced at Chen Mengtian beside him, his eyes showed a little entanglement, and finally took a deep breath, took Chen Mengtian's hand and walked towards the top of the steps.

Five steps, and soon he was in front of his children.

Jiang Zebei let go of Chen Mengtian's hand, and looked at Ning'er and An'er with soft eyes, now that the children are so tall, they are over his waist.

Seven years, seven years, he missed too much.

"Father!" Ning'er was not afraid to come to Jiang Zebei's side at all.

She raised her hand and held Jiang Zebei, the hand wrapped around the Buddha beads.

Jiang Zebei was held by his daughter's soft little hand, feeling a little stiff all over, and the whole person was a little overwhelmed.

An'er saw her sister's movements, and her eyes showed a tangled look.