"This is a gift from our daughter when we were married (30 years)."

The grandmother brushed it over and over again on the belt, vaguely, as if she saw her daughter's smiling face again.

It is said that the luck of a woman who loves to laugh will not be too bad, but how can her daughter's life be so bitter?

Grandpa sighed, and his hand also held the belt, "Yes, we always thought that we lost it when we moved, but we didn't expect that Cong Cong was our lucky star, and he actually found the belt that had been missing for so long." ”

Grandma squatted down, stopped calling the husky "stupid dog", hugged it, pressed its forehead, and cried silently, "Thank you, thank you......"

Ye Zhixing watched from the sidelines and didn't move, tears slipped silently from the corners of his eyes, and he didn't know when they flowed.

She knows that her grandmother, who seems to be strong, also has an extremely soft side in her heart.

Seriously, she doesn't blame her grandmother, she really loves her mother too much, and her mother is a piece of meat that falls out of her stomach.

The daughter who was raised with hard work is so good, if she says no, it will be gone, and after so many years, the shadow has not been able to come out.

She didn't know who to blame or who to blame, she just needed an outlet desperately.

A large hand suddenly reached out and pressed her against his broad and powerful shoulders in a tough and domineering manner, and she was surrounded by his clear and elegant aura.

When people cry, they are often extremely vulnerable, but they don't want much, one arm is crooked, one is leaning, it is enough.

"With me, I can't promise that I'll never let you cry again, but at least, I have the strength to heal you and protect you."

Ye Zhixing's heart moved faintly.

*

At half past five the next morning, Ye Zhixing stood in front of the guest room.

After a night of deliberation, she had already decided.

She was waiting for Zhan Junyu to get up.

She had just stood still, but footsteps came from behind her......

Ye Zhixing turned around, stunned.

Zhan Junyu has the habit of running in the morning, and it is not the kind of relaxed morning jogging with headphones as seen on TV.

In the army, it is customary to run in the morning every day with heavy loads.

He was wearing a black T-shirt and black sweatpants, because he was sweating, his clothes were close to his body, his muscle contours were clearly visible, and he was extremely sexy.

The inky black hair ends were also dripping with water droplets, and the slightly messy and unruly shadows between the hair revealed his inky jade-like pupils, both good and evil.

"Looking for me?" He wiped his sweat with a towel, and his voice was particularly low and hoarse in the early morning.

"Hmmm......"

Ye Zhixing put his hands behind his back, not daring to get too close.

She didn't like the feeling of being pressed to the ground and rubbed against her.

To put it bluntly: he is handsome!

Seeing that she didn't say anything, he pursed his lips, "Something?" ”

"That...... That ......" Ye Zhixing was a little embarrassed, "I agreed to what you said that day!" But I have a few requests. ”

"Huh?" Rising tail.

The reason why it took Ye Zhixing so long to think it clearly was because she always had the feeling that she was in the light and Zhanjun was in the dark.

She thought she had a decent IQ, but in front of his vast mind, it was a small pond.

She couldn't play with him at all.

In particular, she didn't know what he was trying to do.

But all the things that happened recently made her feel that he had no malice and would not hurt her.

As for taking what he wants, what he needs, as long as it doesn't hinder her, her curiosity is not so strong.

"First ......"