The little girl hung her head, twisted her white and slender fingers, and pursed her red lips, inexplicably feeling that her appearance of obediently admitting her mistakes was a little familiar.

Ji Shumo snorted coldly, his narrow and beautiful eyes were raised, his hand doing delicate nails stretched out, pinched the girl's white and soft face, and then withdrew his hand arrogantly.

After being nagged by her mother for a long time, the sleepy little girl stepped on soft steps, like a wilted cabbage, and went back to her room.

It was already late at night, and Qin Yi and her younger brother also stayed at Nanyu's house.

Lying on her big bed of more than two meters, the girl rolled happily, wrapped in a snow-white soft quilt, wrapped herself in a ball, and the little girl narrowed her eyes comfortably.

Sure enough, her love for her bed is true.

*

on the plane.

In the quiet cabin, a flight attendant with a perfect smile on her face pushed the service car slowly.

Gu Yange turned his head slightly, the young man's eyes looked out of the glass cabin, the dark and deep night, the curtain-like night sky flashed with a little broken light, and the altitude of 30,000 feet interpreted the beauty of the thin air.

A slender young man, his stunning face, coupled with his cold and indifferent temperament, attracted frequent scrutiny from the people around him.

Gu Yange sat in his seat, and took out a photo from the pocket of his windbreaker with his fingers.

The photo is very well preserved, and it can be seen that the owner usually takes great care of it.

In the photo, she is a little girl carved in pink, soft and cute.

She wore a snow-white dress, the whole person was as delicate as a porcelain doll, her skin was as white as milk, her baby's fat little face, and she was full of collagen. A pair of beautiful big black eyes, long and thick eyelashes, and red lips.

The little girl smiled brightly, and the two small dimples exposed were extremely cute, and the pointed little tiger teeth were snow-white.

Gu Yange's eyes stared quietly at the little girl in the photo, and a shallow smile flashed in her dark and deep eyes, soft and harmless.

The young man's fingertips were so white that they were almost transparent, pinched the edge of the photo, moved it to the thin lips of crimson, and slowly printed it, with a gesture of piety and holiness, without any hint of charm.

It's mine......

The eyes were as black as ink, with a trace of persistence, sickly, like a cold lake under the moon, shining with a little broken light.

Gu Yange put the photo away and put it on his chest, as if only in this way could his heart barely settle down.

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