"Daddy?"

Jiang Yansheng's smile was like a flower, his eyes were crooked, too clear and clear, and he wanted to use candy to please him.

Huo Xiumo's eyes were as black as ink, and he stared at her fixedly for a long time before his thin lips opened and took a small piece of candy into his mouth.

It's sweet, sweeter than honey.

"Daddy, is it sweet?"

"Hmm." Huo Xiumo's cold facial features looked as usual, and under the table, his slender big hand silently blocked his crotch with a tablecloth, which was slightly protruding.

Jiang Yansheng held his face with both hands, and smiled movingly: "Dad, eat quickly." ”

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She is now split into a little girl, Huo Xiumo knows how troublesome it is to raise a daughter, and after eating, he has to watch TV with her, and at eight o'clock, he forcibly turned off the cartoon and coaxed Jiang Yansheng upstairs.

There is only one bed in the master bedroom, in Huo Xiumo's cognition, it is natural for him to sleep with Jiang Yansheng, and to take into account her state, after carrying the woman to the edge of the bed and sitting down, he knelt down on one knee in front of him, held her fingertips in his hand, and asked in a low voice: "Is Shengsheng afraid to sleep alone at night?" ”

The light in the room was warm, and Jiang Yansheng's face was beautiful and small, with a hint of delicateness.

She frowned slightly, stumbling and speaking, very slowly: "Night...... Dad, yes, will there be little monsters to scratch the sound? ”

Huo Xiumo didn't know what she meant by asking, and now he couldn't understand the logic of her thinking at all, pondered for a moment, and said stubbornly: "I'll help you drive away the little monster, don't be afraid." ”

Jiang Yansheng laughed and said crisply: "If you are not afraid, you will be obedient." ”

Huo Xiumo's thin lips were pursed, and his eyes were complicated.

He kissed the woman's fingertips, and continued to ask in a slightly hoarse voice: "Are you used to sleeping alone?" ”

Jiang Yansheng nodded his head and said ignorantly: "Dad, have you forgotten?" Shengsheng has been sleeping on his own, you're too busy. ”

The emotion in Huo Xiumo's chest pressed him almost to change his face, and finally he didn't say anything, and kissed her fingertips again: "Okay, go take a bath and go to bed early." ”

Jiang Yansheng is only six or seven years old now, and he will take a bath by himself, without his father's help.

Huo Xiumo had no choice but to stand at the door of the bathroom, his tall and slender body standing against the wall, his head lowered, and he pointed a cigarette and didn't know what to think.

Through a door, the sound of water gradually came.

His deep eyes were full of excessive emotions, and there was a hint of distress, he was too well-behaved at the age of six or seven, in addition to crying and being coquettish, Jiang Yansheng was already able to take good care of himself.

I didn't need adults to watch me take a shower, I put on my clothes by myself, and I knew how to find a towel to dry my hair, and I didn't come out until half an hour.

Her taste has not changed since she was a child, and she turned over a plain white pajamas to wear, exposing only a small piece of skin on her neck, which was wrapped very tightly.

Huo Xiumo snuffed out the cigarette butt and stared at the woman with deep eyes.

Jiang Yansheng smiled at his father shyly, then ran to the bed, covered himself with a quilt, and lay down obediently.

"Dad, is your voice good?"

She did everything with the intention of pleasing her father, and she thought that she was looking forward to his praise.

Huo Xiumo stepped over, pulled her out of the bed, and easily hugged her to his lap.

"Daddy."

Jiang Yansheng's dark eyes looked at him blankly, his thin body was fluttering, and he didn't need any strength to pick it up.

Huo Xiumo touched her half-dry wet hair with the palm of his hand, and his voice was very low: "You can't sleep like this without your hair is dry, um." ”

Jiang Yansheng nodded as if she didn't understand, she actually just wanted to be obedient, so that her father would accompany her more.

Huo Xiumo found a hair dryer and patiently dried the woman's long black silky hair, each of which had a faint fragrance.

He lowered his head, his eyes were full of emotion, and he didn't kiss her.

Jiang Yansheng was a little sleepy, the child's life and rest slept early, and she snuggled into the man's arms and felt hazy sleepy, she squinted her eyes and muttered in a low voice: "Dad, the bouquet of flowers in the room is beautiful." ”

She gestured to a bouquet of white flowers placed on the counter.

Huo Xiumo's expression was slightly strange, originally because she was afraid that she would cry if she didn't wake up and miss Jiang Yadong's funeral.

So he deliberately took a bouquet of flowers from Jiang Yadong's coffin back to the hospital, and maybe he could coax her then, no one thought that Jiang Yansheng would wake up like this.

This bouquet of white flowers also lost its effect.

He didn't throw it, but put it in the bedroom.

"Do you like flowers? In the future, I'll give you a bouquet every day, okay? Huo Xiumo put his arm around the woman's thin body, and he lost a lot of weight, and it was obvious to hold it.

His voice was very low and soft, ringing in his ears like a lullaby, Jiang Yansheng squinted, the corners of his lips curled, and he stretched out his little hand full of attachment and hugged the man's waist: "Dad, I love you very much." ”

Huo Xiumo's complicated emotions in his eyes at the moment were incomprehensible, he lowered his head, and his thin lips touched the woman's face lightly.

Jiang Yansheng's breathing gradually became shallow, and he fell asleep in his arms.

Huo Xiumo gently put the woman on the bed and covered the quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed to watch her for more than twenty minutes before turning off the bedroom light, leaving only a dimly lit wall lamp for lighting.

The tall and handsome man walked out of the bedroom with a light step, and quietly, closed the door.

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One o'clock in the evening.

Huo Xiumo finished working overtime in the study to deal with his business, unbuttoned the collar of his black shirt with his long fingers, pressed his temples on both sides, and walked back to the master bedroom to get his nightgown, ready to spend the night in the study.

In the dead of night, the slightest movement can be heard clearly.

When Huo Xiumo pushed the bedroom door open, he immediately heard Jiang Yansheng crying.

His eyes tightened, and he strode in.

"Voice."

Jiang Yansheng woke up and sat on the bed in messy green silk, tears like beads with broken threads, big ones falling down, and he knew that he had to wipe them away with his hands.

Seeing Huo Xiumo coming, she threw herself into his arms: "Dad! ”

Huo Xiumo saw that she was crying and was about to die, and thought that she had woken up, but when he heard the two titles of his father, his arm stiffened for a few seconds, gently hugged her shoulder, and asked in a low voice: "Have you had a nightmare?" ”

Jiang Yansheng stopped crying, her porcelain white face was full of tears, and she didn't speak when she asked her, she was just pulling the man's shirt and crying aggrievedly.

Huo Xiumo hugged Jiang Yansheng on his lap, his voice was low and gentle, and he didn't get better after coaxing for a long time, and the more he cried, the more fierce he became.

He put his fingers on his forehead, was silent for a moment, put the low-crying woman back on the bed, took out the phone in his trouser pocket and strode out of the bedroom.

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The other, the master bedroom of the villa.

The heavy curtains were closed, the relationship was dim and unknown, and on the big bed that shook violently, Pei Tong's charming and suppressed voice overflowed her red lips, tilted her head, and her fingertips pinched into the man's muscular shoulders.

Her eyebrows and eyes were full of something, and her voice was broken and reminded: "Mobile phone...... Mussen, ringing ......"