Prosperous Marriage: Three Adorable Babies Fighting Daddy

"Brother, are you blaming me?" Que'er's heart ached, tears filled her eyes, crystal clear.

"No." The voice didn't change, but the attitude was completely different.

Que'er felt a chill in his heart, and thousands of sadness welled up in his heart. He stared blankly at the man in front of him. Although he was standing so close, he felt that the distance between them was so far away.Mingming could touch a corner of him as soon as he stretched out his hand, and he could hold the hand with well-defined joints.But he dared not reach out, fearing that he would reject him again.

The two were deadlocked, he didn't speak, and she didn't speak either.

Because of what happened just now, the stewardess was so scared that she didn't dare to come here at all, which made the whole space very deserted and a little depressed.

Yan Zijiao stood for a long time, then turned around and sat back to his original position. Que'er watched his movements, some familiar and some strange.He was obviously still the same person, but it was no different when he released the Buddha.

Seeing Yan Zijiao with her eyes closed, Que'er also turned around stiffly, sat down on the chair, pulled the blanket to cover her nose, and slowly covered her eyes.Tears could no longer be controlled, and fell down in a splintering manner.

The humidity in the air changed, and the sensitive Yan Zika turned his head stiffly, looking at the slightly loose blanket and the suppressed weeping sound.

Que'er fell asleep crying and crying, without waiting for the familiar comfort, nor the warmth and care that she should have.The stiff arms were lowered, revealing a pair of swollen walnut-like eyes, looking around timidly.

Finding that the person beside her was still maintaining the posture she had before she fell asleep, the expression on her face suddenly froze!

She looked at him in horror, and finally made sure of one thing, the man in front of her was no longer her former brother.It's not the elder brother who looks cold and cold and rejects people thousands of miles away, but always gives people care and warmth.

"who are you?"

The soft and waxy voice was cold and stern, and his eyes were like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, staring fixedly at that face.

Listening to her voice, Yan Zimo turned his head and looked at her calmly. The familiar voice had a different flavor. It was no longer cold and caring, but genuine indifference.

"How long have you not seen me, and you have forgotten me?"

Que'er's eyes were terrified, and her voice was trembling: "Ben?"

"Oh, our little princess, it's a pleasure to greet you in this way?" Yan Zijiao had a stiff smile on his face, obviously not fully in control of his body.

Que'er was so nervous and worried that she didn't notice this. She yelled, "What have you done to brother? Get out!"

"Oh, little princess, you really hurt me so much! Could it be that he is your brother, and I am not? I remember when we came, Ake said that we are all one family. Take care of each other!"

"Give me back my brother!" Que'er looked at him coldly, already putting on a defensive posture.

Yan Zijiao sat there gracefully, quietly looked at Que'er who was full of vigilance, and said with a light smile, "Que'er, am I not good? You insist on this man as your brother? Is it because of this? A face? If you like, I can keep doing this, isn't it good?"

"All I want is him, even if it's not like this." Que'er's tone was unprecedentedly certain. She thought Yan Zijiao's face would change, but he didn't expect that the corners of his mouth were full of sarcasm.

"If he was lame, blind, and extremely ugly, would you still be so determined?"