Movie King Dad, your daughter came to you from the countryside.

Chapter 447 Emotional Indifference
What worried Nie Lingchuan was that she shouldn't have disgusted her daughter before she died.

Even if you don't like Shake anymore, you shouldn't have such bad intentions.

Maybe he was wrong about this matter, and Fang Yunwu was wrong.

Only Shake is the most innocent.

Even so, he should be grateful to Fang Yunwu for giving birth to Shake for him.

Without this daughter, his life would be so miserable.

What you think is your deep love is a joke?
Is the 20 years of silent waiting all his fault?

Beautiful things in the world should not be given negative evaluations.

He didn't do anything to hurt the other person.

He has a clear conscience, but the other party doesn't deserve it.

"Shake, don't take it personally, you are my father's most cherished treasure in this life."

Well, even if I have three precious grandchildren, my daughter is still the most precious.

Anyway, my precious grandson has a daughter and son-in-law to take care of her, so there is no shortage of him as a grandfather.

Nie Fuyao covered her chest with a confused look on her face: "Dad, can I vomit?"

"..." Nie Lingchuan raised his eyebrows, "What do you think?"

This stinky girl, it was a rare occasion for her old father to overflow with paternal love, yet she dared to find her disgusting and ask for a beating.

"Okay." Nie Fuyao peeled an orange for his old father, "I didn't take it seriously, and I never regarded Fang Yunwu as a mother. To me, the absence of either parent doesn't matter. I want it. It's just the most basic concern. Fang Yunwu doesn't like me, so naturally I don't like her either."

"Actually..." She glanced at her old father, "I'm a bit indifferent emotionally. Whether it's family love or friendship, I can't devote myself wholeheartedly to it."

Nie Lingchuan's heart suddenly throbbed.

He felt that his daughter's emotional indifference was caused by the abuse by the old witch from the Fang family.

Damn it.

"It doesn't matter, you just need to be yourself and daddy loves you."

Is my daughter emotionally indifferent?

Nie Lingchuan didn't think so.

At least their father and daughter get along very well, and their father-daughter relationship is also very good.

Just look at the way they get along, how is it any worse than other fathers and daughters?

As for intimacy.

That's definitely not possible.

He was a father with a perfectly normal outlook. In the year when his daughter first came home, in order to comfort her hurt heart, he would hug her and comfort her occasionally, and there would be very little physical contact after that.

Many people say that their daughter was their father’s little lover in his previous life.

Nie Lingchuan sneered at this statement.

My daughter is a little cotton-padded jacket, so don’t give it such an uncomfortable definition.

With this little cotton-padded jacket and his son-in-law's leather jacket, he is a very happy old father.

As for the three young grandchildren.

What should that be?
Little socks?
Well, it doesn't fit.

Seeing his little father having fun alone next to him, Nie Fuyao didn't care about him.

Holding the fruit plate, he ate by himself.

Until near noon, Qi Xuening came back from outside.

"Fuyao is here."

She raised the paper bag in her hand and said, "I bought two durians. Do you want to eat them?"

He stood up and stepped forward to help take one, looked at it and said, "Open one?"

"it is good!"

The two came to the kitchen.

Nie Fuyao took the plate, Qi Xuening put on thick rubber gloves and started to open the durian.

"It's like opening a blind box." Qi Xuening said with a smile: "I came back from a friend's house and went to the mall on the way. After seeing the durian, I thought that I haven't eaten it for a few days. This one is waiting for you to take home. Jiang Jiang likes it. Durian, it’s hard to seal this mouthful.”

Qi Xuening knew the tastes of her three unrelated grandchildren.

Because of this, the Feng Jiang brothers like to come to Nie's house whenever they have time.

"It's okay if you don't take it with you. I'll make durian mille-feuille in the afternoon. You can take it with you when you leave."

As the wife of the Nie family, she has a lot of time.

I was so busy that I even signed up for a dessert class privately, so I could do a lot.

"Thank you, Xiaoxiao. Then I'll bring durian millet."

"Okay!" Qi Xuening was very happy.

Probably because he was needed.From this comes a sense of belonging.

If Nie Fuyao was too polite to her, she would be uneasy.

But ever since she got married, her mentality has been very stable, mainly because of Nie Fuyao.

Nie Fuyao never pretends to be polite to her, and treats her like a family member.

"Give!"

He handed the first piece of durian flesh to her, "It looks good."

Putting on disposable gloves, Nie Fuyao took a bite.

No matter how many times she eats it, she still thinks the durian tastes weird.

However, it makes people want to stop.

"Your dad is not interested in this."

When Qi Xuening mentioned Nie Lingchuan, his smile was very warm and happy.

Perhaps in the beginning, she just wanted stability.

But after these years of getting along with each other, coupled with Nie Lingchuan's own personal charm, it is difficult for any woman not to love him.

Not to mention that this is a mature man with good looks.

It's perfectly normal for Qi Xuening to fall in love with him.

Nie Fuyao believed in Nie Lingchuan's character.

How could a man who could stay with his first love for 20 years do something that hurt a woman?

"Bless you two to grow old together."

Qi Xuening: "..."

She was stunned for a while, then blushed and said, "Thank you."

Nie Lingchuan walked in at this time, smelled the permeating smell of durian, and sighed slightly.

"Eat durian for lunch?"

Qi Xuening and Nie Fuyao looked at each other and smiled.

Then he said: "Let's eat grilled fish for lunch. I know you don't like durian very much."

"I don't like it, and I don't hate it either. I can still eat it," Nie Lingchuan said.

Of course, it would be best not to eat it.

"Can't Feng Zhan come over?" Speaking of which, my daughter is resting today, but that boy Feng Zhan is not accompanying her.

"He has a meeting in the morning and is on his way here." Nie Fuyao had asked Feng Zhan before, "Dad, please go upstairs and see if the two boys are up. Be careful of insomnia at night if you sleep too long."

Nie Lingchuan came to the room upstairs.

When I opened the door, I saw two cute little grandchildren hugging each other and sleeping soundly.

It's my younger brother who sleeps properly.

The one sleeping in a bold and unrestrained posture is my elder brother.

The elder brother hugged his younger brother, and one of his short legs was still draped over him.

I went to the bathroom and wrung out two handkerchiefs.

Nie Lingchuan came to the bedside, one person at a time, and their faces were blurred.

Then, my brother was furious.

The younger brother, on the other hand, has a confused look on his face that is endearing.

"Grandpa!" Feng Feng snorted when he saw his grandfather, and threw himself into his arms, "That's too bad."

"Well, Grandpa is bad." Nie Lingchuan touched their faces one by one, and then carried them downstairs, "The durian grandma bought, Jiangjiang, do you want to eat it?"

"Think!" The younger brother's confusion flew away.

Feng Feng lay on his grandfather's shoulder. He didn't like durian.

As soon as the three grandparents came downstairs, Feng Zhan walked in.

"You can walk now, why are you still holding it?"

He stepped forward and took the two sons out of his father-in-law's arms, "Are you acting like a spoiled child with grandpa again?"

Fengfeng yawned, "No, I just woke up."

The younger brother trotted to the kitchen. He smelled the smell of durian, which was particularly sweet.

"Let's have fun first, aren't we going to school in September?"

My grandson, whom I have taken care of for two years, is going to school, and we won’t be able to see him every day from now on.

Nie Lingchuan only felt that it was hard to separate.

(End of this chapter)