Han Jifeng asked people to find a beautiful glass bottle, carefully put the caught dead leaf butterfly into it, closed the lid, the butterfly fluttered its wings inside, and the glass bottle shimmered with colorful light in the sunlight.

Xiaoxi lay on the table curiously, her little head resting on her arm, flashing a pair of big black glass-like eyes, looking at the dead leaf butterfly inside, she was wearing a set of red woolen skirts that Han Wenxin bought for her today, accompanied by white leggings, and a black and red checkered hat, beautiful and noble like a little princess who came out of an ancient castle.

Han Jifeng, on the other hand, was dressed casually, with a limited-edition white shirt with an off-white cashmere vest and a haute couture black cap on his head.

He took off his gloves and hat, and bent down with Xiaoxi to look at the butterflies in the glass bottle.

The two heads, one big and one small, are next to each other, looking at it from a distance, it is a picture of friendship.

Suddenly, Xiaoxi's originally elated expression dimmed, she touched the glass bottle with her hand, and said-

"Uncle, let's release the Dead Leaf Butterfly."

"Why? Doesn't Xiaoxi like it very much? Han Jifeng looked at her and asked.

Xiaoxi lifted the lid and turned the glass bottle upside down, allowing the dead leaf butterfly to fly out, and in the sun, the butterfly flapped its wings in place a few times, and then flew away with its wings spread.

Looking at its farther and farther figure, Xiaoxi said, "Mom said that you can't build your happiness on the pain of others, so, although I like it, I still have to let it go to its mother, it's gone, its mother will be anxious, then how pitiful they are, I don't want them to be so pitiful." As she spoke, her voice was a little choked, and Xiaoxi's eyes turned red.

Han Jifeng was stunned, and his heart was shocked, this little guy is only so young, and he has already understood and practiced the foundation of not basing his own happiness on the pain of others.

She is really sensible and kind.

However, after getting along so closely these days, and thinking back to the previous meetings in China, Han Jifeng found one thing, that is, Xiaoxi couldn't leave his mother in three sentences, but he never mentioned his father.

He asked tentatively, "Xiaoxi, you only said Mom, didn't you think that maybe Little Butterfly's father would also worry about it?" “

"Daddy?" Hearing this, Xiaoxi shook her head vigorously, a thick mist filled her eyes, and said, "I don't know what it's like to be missed by my father, do you say, Little Butterfly's father will miss her like his mother." “

When Han Jifeng heard this, his heart was beaten again, and an incomparably painful feeling surged in his heart, as if he had been cut by a knife, "Xiaoxi......" His voice was trembling, and there was a sudden sour feeling in his eyes that he had never felt before.

Xiaoxi saw that Han Jifeng was sad for her, and reluctantly showed her usual cute smile, comforting him, "Uncle, it's okay, it's good that I miss my mother, that's enough, it's okay if I don't have a father, I'm also very happy." “

The mouth said that it didn't matter, but after all, it was a five-year-old child, and as he spoke, tears flowed down, and the teardrops were like pearls, rolling down his cheeks one by one, and he looked very pitiful.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a dad? After listening to Xiaoxi's words, Han Jifeng felt that he had been neglected and hurt like he had never suffered before, and at the same time felt very guilty and guilty.

At such a young age, it should be the time for willfulness and nonsense. It's all because of him that Xiaoxi is so young, so strong and sensible.

His daughter deserves to be the best pampered in the world!

"Since I was a child, my mother has taken me alone, she has never been in love, she is really hard, so pitiful...... When we go back, I want my mother to fall in love, I don't have to wait for my dad anymore, my dad is a stinky dad, he doesn't like me at all, he doesn't like my mother at all, Xiaoxi doesn't like him anymore, don't miss her secretly in the future, it's enough for me to have a mother, it's enough, woo woo woo ......"

Xiaoxi sobbed as she spoke, her eyes were red, and her little face, which was as pink as an apple, was full of tears.

"No, you can't!" Han Jifeng listened to Xiaoxi's sad words, his heart throbbed badly, he had never passed like this, he squatted down, held her little face with both hands lovely, looked at her eyes that were flashing with tears, and her eyes were also filled with a layer of tears, and said, "Xiaoxi can't wait for Dad, can't not want Dad, can't not dislike Dad!" You know? ”

"Why?" Xiaoxi flattened her mouth and said sadly, "But, he doesn't want me and doesn't love me at all." ”

Han Jifeng pulled her into his arms distressedly, hugged her tightly, and whispered, "Dad loves you, loves you very much, you have to forgive him, forgive him...... Don't dislike him, you know? ”

"Woo woo...... Xiaoxi cried so sadly that he fell into Han Jifeng's arms, a pair of small hands grabbed his clothes tightly, and tears wet his clothes.

He hugged her, patted her on the back, whispered comfort, and thought about how to make Xiaoxi accept the fact that he was his father.

"What's wrong, Xiaoxi?" Ling Tongyu hurriedly walked over, with an anxious look on her face, and from a distance, she saw Xiaoxi shrinking in Han Jifeng's arms.

After talking to Han Wenxin, she already had a clear plan in her heart, no longer hesitating, no longer hesitating, Han Wenxin's words were very cruel, but they woke her up and pointed out a clear path for her, and now, she already knows what to do.

"I'm asleep." Han Jifeng took the sleeping Xiaoxi in his arms and sat on the rattan chair, looking down, there were still tears on her face, even in her dream, she didn't sobbed once or twice, okay, distressed!

"Okay, why are you crying?" Ling Tongyu sat down beside him, took out a tissue, and gently wiped the tears from his daughter's face.

Han Jifeng looked at her, her expression when she looked at her daughter was so focused, serious, and her movements were so gentle and loving.

Her face, like Xiaoxi, is pink and white, revealing a hint of redness, her expression is still romantic, always revealing a girl's innocence and innocence, and she can't see that she is so bitter, and she can't see that she is a mother of a five-year-old child.

When she wiped her tears for Xiaoxi, her butterfly-like eyelashes blinked, and her cherry-like lips opened slightly.

His heart, as soon as he moved, suddenly bowed his head and kissed her lightly on the cheek, a kiss that did not carry any affection.

Ling Tongyu, who was wiping away tears, was stunned and stopped.

"I'm sorry." He looked at her cheek and said.

She was slightly stunned, slowly raised her head, and looked at the handsome face close at hand......