When Ye Zhichen walked into the kitchen, Lan Xianshu was holding Lan Lan in her arms and coaxing.

Xiao Lanlan may have just woken up, squinting her hazy eyes and wrinkling her little nose.

Lan Lan may not sleep honestly like her mommy, the small yellow flowers on her head are loose and scattered on her head, and the braid that has been pointing straight to the sky hangs crookedly.

Ye Zhichen looked at her with such a cute appearance, and his saliva was about to come down.

When Lan Xianshu turned around, what she saw was Ye Zhichen who was blocking in front of her, like a puppy seeing meat and bones, staring at Lan Lan.

Too lazy to pay attention to him like this, Lan Xianshu hugged the child and stroked the hair on her forehead, "Do you see Mom?" ”

Ye Zhichen stretched out his finger to touch the child, "No, I haven't seen it all the time." ”

Lan Xianshu waved his hand away in disgust, "What about Ah Hao?" ”

"Outside and Alo drinking."

Lan Xianshu frowned.

Obviously feeling that the woman was unhappy now, Ye Zhichen stretched out his finger to look at her, "What's wrong?" ”

Lan Xianshu lowered her head and continued to coax the child, ignoring him.

Ye Zhichen looked at Lan Lan's pink little face, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and his eyes were dumbfounded, "Can you give me a hug?" ”

"Sister Lan, the guest is urging."

Gu Xi's voice made Lan Xian Shu even more irritable, and when she looked up, she was even more upset when she saw Ye Zhichen's appearance again.

The child was stuffed into Ye Zhichen's hand like a stuffed package, and when he just reactively hugged the child, Lan Xianshu had already walked back to the kitchen counter.

Seeing Lan Xianshu get busy again, Ye Zhichen suddenly felt that this moment was really beautiful, of course, it would be even better if the location was changed.

Xiao Lanlan just woke up, and she didn't feel that her mother's soft arms had now turned into a man's hard chest, and she rubbed her eyes in a daze, wanting to turn over and continue to sleep.

The first time he held the child alone but didn't know what to do, Ye Zhichen looked up at Lan Xianshu who was standing not far away, and then looked down at the daughter who was so cute in his arms that he couldn't do it, and his heart instantly softened.

As if he had been born with his natural ability, he lifted his daughter with one arm, and then straightened up her somewhat messy clothes with his right hand.

Touching her soft skirt, the big hand greedily pinched her fleshy white and tender arms, and then her pouting mouth and pretty little nose.

It was the first time he had touched such a soft creature, like the most precious porcelain in his hand, and he didn't know how to do it so as not to make her feel uncomfortable, but he felt that every touch made him love it.

This is their daughter.

Is it that every man who becomes a father will have such a state of mind as him.

When I saw her for the first time, I was just a vague figure, but I felt that I had seen the most beautiful scenery in the world.

I couldn't help but touch her fleshy little hands, squeeze her thick fingers, and then wrap my big palms around her small fists.

Like a big tree covering the seedlings of the young shoots, he wants to be like this, for the rest of his life, surrounding and guarding her, covering her in the shade of his own tree, holding her in his heart, no matter what she looks like in the future.

There was no sound behind him for a long time, Lan Xianshu turned around and looked at Ye Zhichen, who was standing in place and playing happily by himself.

Just a glance, silently turned around, and continued to stir-fry.