Jian Yi's personality has always been indifferent and cold, and she doesn't like to get close to others.
Nor is he a person who will take the initiative to hold a child.
And Qin Xiyan doesn't like to be clingy.
Therefore, the most frequent and closest mode of getting along between father and son is face-to-face communication.
Now, being hugged so viscously by the little girl.
It was as if a mass of soft jelly with a bit of warmth hit it straight up.
Jian Yi, who has always been rational and decisive, had a chord in her mind that "collapsed"—
broken.
The whole person was immediately dumbfounded.
From such a close distance, it seems that you can still smell the sweet but not greasy milk fragrance of the little girl.
The two little hands holding his legs were even more unbelievably small and soft.
It seems that if you use a little force, it will be crushed, as if it is more fragile than tofu.
In particular, the little girl was crying so sadly that people couldn't bear to blame her, and even pushed her away.
Jian Yi pursed her thin lips slightly, and her dark eyes darkened a little.
This is what it's like to have a daughter
It is very different from raising a son.
Jian Yi has never been hugged by a child like this before, it feels... amazing.
After the little Lolita cried and said those words, she wiped away her tears and ran away.
The little girl Qu Qianqian behind her also cried and ran away with her.
Only the man with a stiff expression was left holding the candy in that hand, not knowing how to react.
"Brother," Jian Chenglang walked over with an extremely strange expression, looked at the direction where Lu Li left, and said, "You don't have some terminal illness, do you?"
Jian Yi glanced at him coldly.
Jian Chenglang raised his hand as if surrendering, and let out a hey,
"Really! I think that little girl is crying, as if you are about to die. Did you do something to make people misunderstand?"
"how could I know."
Jian Yi's tone was still not warm.
Before Jian Chenglang could speak, Mrs. Qin Xiyan walked over holding the writing board with a serious expression on her face. His delicate and fair face was slightly heavy, as if he was preoccupied.
Seeing this, Jian Chenglang touched his little head with his big hand, and smiled meanly:
"Little Yan, did you see your sister Lili hugging your father just now, so you are jealous?"
Xiaozheng shook his head, saying no.
Jian Chenglang glanced at him up and down, and said with a smile, "Then you want to go back with us?"
Qin Xiyan shook his head desperately, blushed, and said the same words, "No, I won't go back."
"Hey, don't worry, don't worry, if you don't go back, if you don't go back, you won't go back, and we won't force you," Jian Chenglang saw that his eyes lit up instantly, and laughed, "Then what do you want to say? Tell us?"
Qin Xiyan nodded emphatically.
Jian Chenglang guessed, "Very important?"
nod.
"Okay, tell me."
Before Qin Xiyan could speak, the assistant over there couldn't help urging in a low voice:
"Jian Shao, it's almost ten o'clock, we have to hurry—"
These words fell into Xiao Zhengtai's ears: We have to sell the house quickly.
Qin Xiyan's tears instantly formed a layer of mist, and he held back two pitiful words: "No, don't..."
Jian Chenglang looked distressed, so he said:
"Brother, I'm afraid I'm not willing to part with us. I'm going to be late anyway, so why don't you just push back the offer? If you lose money, you lose it!"
Seeing that Jian Yi didn't say a word, Jian Chenglang was afraid that his workaholic brother would just leave regardless, so he winked at Qin Xiyan and said:
"That... Xiaoyan! Do you have something to say to Dad?"
Mrs. Xiaozheng nodded.