cute and sweet

Chapter 1620 Yin'er, I'm in 3
After finishing speaking, he pointed his index finger at the door, and Anshi kicked at the door.

With a "click", the latch broke.Then, the door was opened.

There are lanterns hanging in the yard, and the light is relatively bright.But the inside of the room was pitch black, which made people suddenly unable to adapt.

"Master, slaves go to light the lamp first." Zi Ying said, bowed slightly to Gong Nanli, then turned and entered the room.

Soon, the lights came on and the room became brighter.

And as it gradually became brighter, everyone also saw clearly the situation inside the house.In the not-so-luxury-decorated room, there seemed to be no life at all.

It's like entering an empty room, and you can't feel anyone's breath.

After scanning around the room, Gong Nanli's eyes fixed on the ball curled up on the bed.

The look in the phoenix eyes was gloomy for an instant, Gong Nanli said: "You all go out first."

After being slightly startled, everyone withdrew one after another, closed the door, and guarded the door.

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Inside, the candles flickered.

The dancing little flames are like elves dancing at night, leaving different shadows on everything in the house, and also giving everything in the house a dim warmth.

Gong Nanli pushed the wheels of the wheelchair with both hands, and slowly walked towards the little person curled up on the bed.

When he got to the bedside, he looked at Feng Yin who was curled up into a ball, and called out in a low voice: "Yin'er."

However, Feng Yin didn't respond.

With a low sigh, Gong Nanli supported the edge of the wheelchair with both hands, and slowly stood up.Then, slowly moved to the bed-up, and sat down.

Looking at the little man curled up tightly, it seems that he wants to trap himself in that small world, ignoring everything in this world.

This is indeed Feng Yin's current thinking and state, but what she is facing is Gong Nanli, the elusive Seventeenth Uncle.

Seeing that small ball, so delicate, so lonely, so lonely, Gong Nanli felt his heart ache so badly.

Acupuncture is normal, thin, and hurts a little, but it is so piercing.

"Yin'er." His voice was low and hoarse, Gong Nanli moved in again, and reached out to touch Feng Yin: "Yin'er, it's me, Uncle Seventeen."

Feng Yin didn't speak, but it was obvious that people could hear the crying.

And hearing this cry, Gong Nanli let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a little relieved.

It's fine to cry, as long as she cries, he can try to comfort her.The only thing I'm afraid of is that she won't cry or make trouble, and just hold back by herself.

Just like when he first came in, there was no sound in the lifeless room, which really scared him.

But now, the child was crying, and while Gong Nanli was slightly relieved, he found that his heart ached even more.

Not caring so much, Gong Nanli knelt down on the bed, stretched out his long arms, and hugged the curled up child in his arms: "Yin'er, Uncle Seventeen is here, Uncle Seventeen is always here , it's okay, it's okay..."

I don't know if Gong Nanli's words are helpful, Feng Yin cried more and more.

Gong Nanli could even feel a burst of warmth on his chest, which moistened his heart and warmed his affection.

Raising his hand to caress Feng Yin's black waterfall-like hair, Gong Nanli felt as if his heart was being submerged by the sea, and he was suffocating in pain.

Feng Yin was weeping in Gong Nanli's arms, her cheek was pressed against Gong Nanli's chest which smelled like the scent of ink stalks, she couldn't help stretching out her arms to wrap around that thin and thin waist.

【Seeking support】

(End of this chapter)