The man's big palm slowly stroked her back, and the scorching big palm like the big palm depicted on TV could give her a big palm of home, and she wanted to be immersed in it forever.

She loves Ye Zhichen like this, the man she wants, the man she remembers, and the man she can't let go of.

It's not status, it's money, it's not the affairs that surround you, it's just that in such a moment of panic and panic, he stands by your side like this, giving you a simple shoulder to lean on and a big palm that can soothe the waves in your heart, what she wants, it's so simple.

Fortunately, the man gave her exactly that.

He held her, in the midst of such a crowd, in such a crowd, in front of Heruoxi.

Hai Ruoxi has seen that when they are together, even she will secretly hide in the bushes to peek at this sweetness that does not belong to her, and when she sees it, it is not for anything else, but she will fantasize countless times later, the person in his arms, the person he kisses, the person he talks sweetly, the person he is willing to coax patiently, maybe one day in the future, it is hers and belongs to her.

And now, he sat not far from them and watched like this, watching like every voyeur before, but the feeling in his heart was so different from before.

She looked in their direction, and the woman was held tightly in the arms of the man, and the overlapping figures were more dazzling than any before.

The man's hand gently patted the woman's back, whispering softly to coax the woman in his arms.

The beauty is like a painting.

A smile slowly curled into the corners of his mouth, supporting the ground and slowly struggling to get up.

Hai Yidong didn't know when he was already standing by her side, standing by her side when she was most vulnerable and at a loss, and stretched out his hand.

As if pulling a life-saving straw in her life, she stood up and lay weakly in Hai Yidong's arms.

That's her dad, the dad who has always loved her alone.

She tugged at the corner of his coat and lowered her eyes, looking so pitiful, "Daddy." ”

Hai Yidong reluctantly smiled, "Ruoxi, you drank too much, let's go back first." ”

Get back?

She shook her head, how could she leave at this time, so many years, she had waited quietly for so many years, just wanted to talk to him, talk about her feelings for him, and leave at this time......

She was really unwilling, and even she thought that she would definitely regret it, whether it was now or in the next second of the future.

The man's hand was too warm, like giving her a support, a warmth, and a strength to continue when she was about to be cold out of her soul in winter.

"Lan Xianshu, will you hate me?"

Hate her?

She stood not far from her, surrounded by the fatherly love she had always longed for, and stood like that, trying to lift up the last of her pitiful dignity and look at her.

Lan Xianshu turned to look at her, her eyes shining.

The woman left his embrace and stood in front of him, raising her eyes.

I don't know why I feel that way, as if all the people are looking at her, not at her expression or at who she looks like, but at her eyes......

It's like using a tiny needle