The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

Tears slowly overflowed from the eye sockets again.

"Sign it!"

"Sign what?"

At this moment, a handsome man, followed by several tall and sturdy bodyguards, walked in from the door.

He had a peaceful face, but his eyes were dark and serious. Looking at Qin Shuang's arm resting on Xue'er's shoulder, his eyes deepened again. [

Seeing Xiaoyan walking towards her, Xue'er's red and swollen eyes seemed to regain some vitality.

Xiaoyan, is she dreaming?

"Get out!"

Xiaoyan had a cynical expression on her face, and she didn't know who she was speaking to.

His eyes looked at Xue'er distressedly, and with a light pull of his hand, Xue'er had been pulled from Qin Shuang's side to his own.

"You still have me!"

Xiaoyan doesn't know how to comfort people, but his words, just four words, you and me, are enough to cover everything.

At this time, when she felt abandoned by the world, there was a man who held her in his arms and told her that she was not alone, and there was him. That feeling cannot be expressed in words.

Xue'er hid in his arms, feeling his warm temperature, her heart was so sore and sore.

She said hoarsely: "Mom and Dad, they are gone, they are gone."

For the first time, Xue'er, who had never cried out loud, burst into tears in his arms.

Before, it wasn't that she didn't want to cry, but because there was no shoulder to bear her crying.

Now, with this generous shoulder that can shield her from wind and rain, she can finally be vulnerable.

She doesn't want to be strong, she is just a little girl, a little girl who is not yet capable of facing family changes.

She was sad, sad, desperate, and mournful.

"Little wild cat, and me, don't cry!"

Xiaoyan hugged her tightly, tightly framing her in her arms, gently stroking her somewhat messy hair.

The fundus of his eyes became soft, and when he heard Xueer's cry, his heart ached a lot.

Looking up again, it was an unusually cold gaze. [

Glancing at the middle-aged man who forced Xue'er to sign, the man only felt his back stiffen, and had the illusion of being locked by the god of death.