God quietly moved

Chapter 114 Our child has grown up 4
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"Well…"

"Look at the stars!"

The little girl's voice was soft, soft, and slightly drunk.

It is very similar to the glass of fruit wine I just drank, green and ignorant, sweet but not greasy.

It's the way he... likes it.

Xu Xingyan waited for a long time but did not hear Fu Shiyan's response.

next second.

She tilted her head and looked over.

The boy bent down slightly, put his hands on his knees, and couldn't help pinching her little face.

"Yan Yan?"

"Who made you drink, eh?"

Fu Shiyan's voice was slightly lowered, each word paused, and it slowly fell into her ears.

Xu Xingyan frowned slightly, shook the drink bottle in his hand and corrected seriously, "It's not wine, it's juice!"

Fu Shiyan: "..."

His eyes fell on the bottle of "juice", his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he couldn't help pinching her little face hard.

"disobedient."

"What kind of wine do children drink?"

Probably because Fu Shiyan's voice was a little louder, Xu Xingyan felt wronged instantly.

She pursed her lips, then lay silently on the railing again, muttering in a low voice, "Brother is bad... necrotic..."

Because the voice was too low, Fu Shiyan couldn't hear what the little drunk said.

He raised his legs and walked over, with a little momentum, he directly picked up the little girl who was lying on the railing.

Xu Xingyan's body flew into the air, and she subconsciously hugged Fu Shiyan's neck tightly.

Not knowing what to think of, the little hand gradually let go.

Noticing Xu Xingyan's small movements, Fu Shiyan frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Hold tight, I'm not responsible for falling."

"..."

Xu Xingyan met the young man's sincere and gentle eyes, and finally couldn't resist putting her little hand on his shoulder, and gently tugged the straps of his shirt.

"..."

Fu Shiyan raised his eyebrows slowly, and chuckled, "My child, why do I feel tired of always avoiding me recently, huh?"

Xu Xingyan paused her fingers slightly when she heard this, and couldn't help emphasizing it loudly.

"no!"

"I didn't, and what am I doing hiding from you?"

Fu Shiyan carried her back to Xu Xingyan's room, put her on the bed, and did not leave.

Xu Xingyan called softly, "Brother?"

"Ah."

Fu Shiyan nodded slightly and responded.

then.

He pulled a small chair from behind and sat down.

"Yan Yan."

"My brother can't sleep, can you chat with him, okay?"

There was a hint of reluctance and helplessness in the boy's deep voice.

Xu Xingyan froze for a moment, his head was always faster than words, before he could speak, his little head nodded lightly like pounding garlic.

Fu Shiyan raised his hand slightly, put his big hand on the little girl's head, and rubbed it gently.

The movements are extraordinarily gentle, with reluctance and helplessness.

Under those black pupils was hidden a love and affection that Xu Xingyan couldn't see.

He expects her to find out, but also fears that she will find out.

"elder brother?"

"Just talk when you talk, it's not that you don't want to accompany you, why are you planning to cry for me?"

Xu Xingyan pulled two pieces of paper from the paper drawer and stuffed them into his hands.

The little girl's lively eyes blinked lightly, her eyelashes were clearly curled up, as if they were shining with light like stars.

Gentle and beautiful, natural and generous.

"Who is crying?"

"Why am I a big man crying, huh?"

Even though he said that, he still subconsciously put the tissue that Xu Xingyan handed over into his pocket secretly.

Anything handed over by the little girl is worth collecting.

In the next few years when we won't see each other, he might really "think about people when they see things"...

(End of this chapter)