Jian Yi has always been indifferent and cold, and does not like to be close to others.
Nor is he a person who would take the initiative to hold a child.
And Qin Xiyan doesn't like to cling to people.
Therefore, the most and closest way for father and son to get along is face-to-face communication.
Now, the little girl was so sticky and hugged.
It seemed as if a lump of soft jelly filled with warmth hit it straight up.
Jian Yi, who has always been sensible and determined, had a certain chord in his mind that "crashed"--
broken.
The whole person was stunned.
At such a close distance, it seemed that the sweet but not greasy milk scent of the little girl could be smelled.
The two small hands holding his legs are incredibly small and soft.
It seems that it will be crushed with a little force, as if it is more fragile than tofu.
Especially, the sadness of the little girl crying made people reluctant to blame, even pushing her away.
Jian Yi pursed her thin lips slightly, her dark and deep eyes deepened a bit.
Is this how it feels to raise a daughter?
It's very different from raising a son.
Jian Yi has never been hugged by a child like this before, and it feels...very amazing.
Little Lori cried and said that, she wiped her tears and ran away.
The little friend Qu Qianqian behind her also cried and ran with her.
Only the man with a stiff expression held the candy in that hand, not knowing how to react.
"Brother," Jian Chenglang walked over with an extremely strange expression, and then looked at the direction Lu Li had left, and said, "Aren't you getting a terminal illness?"
Jian Yi glanced at him coldly.
Jian Chenglang raised his hand as if surrendered, hey,
"Really! I saw that little girl was crying, and it felt like you were about to die. What did you do to make people misunderstand?"
"how could I know."
Jian Yi frowned tightly, but also very puzzled, still not very warm in his tone.
Before Jian Chenglang could speak, Qin Xiyan Xiaozheng came over with a serious face holding the writing board.
The expression on his delicate and fair face was slightly heavy, as if he was worried.
"Little proverb, what's the matter? Why do you look unhappy,"
Upon seeing this, Jian Chenglang touched his little head affectionately with a big hand, and then smiled slyly:
"Oh! I see... Did you just see your sister Lili hugging your father, so you were jealous?"
Xiao Zhengtai shook his head, saying no.
Jian Chenglang glanced at him up and down and smiled: "Then do you want to go back with us?"
Qin Xiyan shook his head desperately, blushing, and said, "No, don't go back."
"Hey, don't worry, don't worry, I won't go back if I don't go back, and we won't force you," Jian Chenglang laughed when he saw his eyes lit up, and then asked with a soft smile:
"Does that little proverb have anything to tell us?"
Qin Xiyan nodded heavily.
Jian Chenglang guessed, "Is it important?"
nod.
"Okay, you can tell."
Before Qin Xiyan could speak, the assistant over there couldn't help but urged in a low voice:
"Young Master Jane, it's almost ten o'clock, we have to hurry up—"
This word fell on Xiao Zhengtai's ears: we have to sell the house quickly.
A mist of water appeared in Qin Xiyan's eyes for an instant, and he tearfully said in horror: "No, don't..."
Don't sell the house!
Will be beaten to death!
Seeing his tearful eyes and looking distressed, Jian Chenglang persuaded him:
"Brother, I'm afraid Xiaoyan is not willing to let us, anyway, we are going to be late, so you can simply push the meeting. If you lose money, you will lose!"
Seeing that Jian Yi didn't say a word, Jian Cheng Lang was afraid that his workaholic brother would leave without paying any attention. He hurriedly said with a wink at Qin Xiyan:
"That... little proverb! Do you have something to tell Dad?"
Xiao Zhengtai nodded.
【I just came back, I just finished the code, sorry for so long late, today's five shifts will be updated, there may be updates in the early morning, it is the early morning update, not the midnight update! Little cuties go to bed early! ! 】