cute and sweet

Chapter 245 Le Er is good, Uncle Seventeen is in 1
And hearing this low call, Feng Yin's body froze, and he looked at the man in front of him in horror --- this silver-haired man sitting in a wheelchair, this handsome, cold, evil and cruel man, who knows how to use such The man who called her "Leer" in a gentle tone.

Feng Yin's cherry lips parted, and a sentence escaped inaudibly: "Uncle Seventeen..."

After saying this, she didn't know why, but she felt that she was full of grievances.

The tears just fell like this, and she raised her hand to wipe it, but she couldn't wipe it off.

"Le'er... come here..." Gong Nanli's trembling voice accompanied his trembling open arms, but his usually cold and ruthless face was as gentle as a dream.

Feng Yin stood there, covering her face tightly with her hands, so that people could not see her tearful eyes, but could see the tears that kept passing through her fingers and flowing out.

With a low sigh, Gong Nanli pushed the wheelchair to come in front of her, then stood up slowly, stretched out his long arms and embraced her in his arms.

The sudden dependence made Feng Yin feel even more aggrieved these days when he was on tenterhooks.

She leaned against this thin but solid chest, her small mouth shrunk, and tears fell down.

Feng Yin seldom cries, and even when he cries, he never makes a sound.This is a habit developed since childhood.

Because she was afraid that if she cried, it would worry those who cared about her.

But she couldn't help crying, and she felt that she would cause trouble to those who cared about her.

Now, in this strange yet familiar embrace, she couldn't help but burst into tears, crying so loudly that it was almost inaudible.

And the person hugging her, after a moment of nervousness, patted her on the back like coaxing a child, and said in a low voice: "Don't cry...don't cry, Leer, be good, Uncle Seventeen here I am."

Everything is the same as before.

In the past, when Le Ting was not called Le Ting, she was wronged and came to Uncle Seventeen, and he said and did the same.

Then, she will feel that she still has someone to love and someone to rely on.

Feng Yin didn't know how long she had been crying, but she just felt that being cared and cherished by others made her feel at ease.

At this moment, she forgot the rumored fear of the ruthless indifference of the King of Longevity, and her desire to alienate and escape, and just poured in like the sea that had been raging for a long time finally found an outlet to vent.

When she stopped crying for a while, she heard the deep, beautiful but trembling voice say in her ear: "Le'er, it's really great that you're not dead. It's really great..."

It was the first time that Feng Yin realized that this always indifferent and ruthless Uncle Seventeen would be so nervous and change his temperament like this.

Until her mood calmed down, Feng Yin left Gong Nanli's embrace with some embarrassment, wiped the tears from her cheeks, she quickly supported him and blamed: "Your legs are still not sharp, why did you stand up? "

Gong Nanli let her help him to sit on the wheelchair again, and said with a smile: "If you don't stand up, how can you let Le'er rely on you?"

Some ambiguous words made Feng Yin's face turn red, her pink lips pouted slightly, she pretended she didn't hear, but she couldn't help but said: "When did Uncle Seventeen become so glib?"

Gong Nanli didn't speak, just held her hand, let her sit on a chair with a felt cushion next to her, her pair of slightly raised phoenix eyes were full of smiles, she was completely gone from the wickedness of the past, on the contrary, she was more A little sparkling and moving.

(End of this chapter)