Love is even colder than snow

"Jing Mo, you misunderstood. I didn't pretend to be weak in front of you. And I think I'm fine. I'm not weak at all. "

Tang Su didn't want Jing Mo to misunderstand her like this. She tried hard and wanted to jump out of his arms.

When she moved so much, Jing Mo's face became darker and darker. He glanced at her coldly, "Tang Su, dare you move me again, I won't go to see that wild seed again!"

Tang Suzhen felt that Jing Mo's behavior was very inexplicable.

He despised her so much. He certainly didn't want to hold her. He should be very happy when she jumped down. How could she want to come down from his arms? He was even more angry!

Tang Su can't understand a man's mind and a needle at the bottom of the sea.

However, he kept saying that Zhaozhao was a wild species, which Tang Su really felt very harsh.

She protested in a low voice, "Zhaozhao is not a wild seed! Zhaozhao is the best and most lovely child! "

"Shut up!"

Jing Mo's temperament is always light. He rarely gets angry. I don't know why. He can't calm down every time he faces this ugly monster.

Especially when he listened to her, there were countless strange emotions rushing out of his heart. This feeling made him feel particularly uneasy. Therefore, he didn't want to hear her again.

Tang Su was a little angry with Jing Mo, who looked like a tyrant, but she was afraid that she would annoy him accidentally. He would not go to see Zhaozhao directly, so she quickly shut up.

When Tang Su took Jing Mo to Zhaozhao's ward, Zhaozhao didn't wake up.

She closed her eyes, her little flesh face wrinkled in pain, unspeakable pity.

Qin Muyan just carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but in the blink of an eye, there were crystal clear tears exuding from the corners of her eyes.

"Zhaozhao, don't cry, don't cry..."

Qin Muyan gently held Zhaozhao in his arms and coaxed him again and again, but Zhaozhao still pouted and occasionally called out pitifully, "Dad."

Just now, she was afraid that Zhao Jingmo would dislike her. Tang Su has been trying to hold back her tears. Now she can't help her tears when she sees Zhaozhao.

She came down from Jingmo's arms and went to Zhaozhao. "Zhaozhao, don't cry. Your father came to see you."

"Jingmo, can you hold Zhaozhao?"

Qin Muyan also disagreed with Jing Mo's behavior of leaving with Tang Su without telling everyone, but she knew that Tang Su had always been longing for their reunion. She felt that she was pestering here now, which seemed a bit like a light bulb.

She left the hospital first and waited for tomorrow morning to see Zhaozhao again.

Jing Mo Wen's silk did not move. He stood in place coldly, and his body condensed like a layer of cold moon and frost.

Apart from Xiao Shen, he doesn't like other children. Naturally, he doesn't want to hold an ugly female doll.

Seeing that Jingmo didn't mean to hold Zhaozhao at all, Tang Su couldn't help worrying, "Jingmo, Zhaozhao really wants you to hold her. Would you please hold her?"

"Tang Su, why should I hold this wild seed?!"

I don't know if Zhaozhao in her sleep heard Jingmo's voice. Her tears fell even worse. Her throat sobbed and couldn't be said to hurt.

The pain of suffocation swept Jing Mo's heart again. He couldn't help reaching out and hugged Zhao in Tang Su's arms.

He thought he would dislike the ugly baby girl, but when he held her in his arms, he found that he didn't hate her so much.

His heart was soft, like a feather blowing across the heart lake. It was endless soft. He couldn't help reaching out and comforting, and gently patted the little girl in his arms.

"Zhaozhao..."

Jing Mo called Zhao Zhao's name abruptly. When he shouted it for the second time, it was a lot of natural in an instant.

"Zhaozhao, stop crying..."

Hearing Jingmo calling her name, Zhaozhao slowly opened her big round eyes.

Zhaozhao's eyes are especially bright and beautiful. They are watery on weekdays, just like black grapes.

Now, she has shed too many tears. Her big eyes are red, like a little rabbit. How do you think it hurts.

"Dad..."

Zhaozhao obviously didn't expect that her father was willing to hold her for a long time. Her little face was full of obvious surprise.

Children are the least vindictive and the easiest to rejoice.

At this time, nestling in Jingmo's arms, Zhaozhao has long forgotten his bad treatment to her. She just feels that her father's arms are so warm.

She had red eyes and curved eyebrows with a smile, "Dad, hug, good..."

Zhaozhao wants to say that it's good for her father to hold Zhaozhao, but Zhaozhao won't say a word continuously. She can only express her joy in this way.

Jing Mo's eyes stared at the little doll in his arms. He wanted to say, I'm not your father.

But I don't know why, he couldn't say the undisguised joy in her eyes.

"Dad, kiss..."

When Jing Mo smiles, he is like the warmest jade in the world. When he doesn't smile, he is particularly indifferent and alienated.

Zhaozhao likes to see him smile. He is so cold with a face. Zhaozhao thinks that her father should be unhappy. She wants to make her father laugh.

In the small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River, Zhaozhao is the best at making Jingmo happy. Every time she kisses him on the cheek, she will make him smile as warm as the spring breeze.

Zhaozhao pleasantly hugged Xia Jingmo's arm. She raised her face and slapped him on the cheek.

"Dad, smile..."

Jing Mo's handsome face suddenly froze. He didn't think that the little girl would kiss him.

Seeing Jing Mo's terrible handsome face, Tang Su's heart jumped wildly. She was afraid that he would throw Zhaozhao out in anger. She quickly stretched out her hand and spoke to him, "Jing Mo, thank you for coming to see Zhaozhao tonight. I'll just hold her."

"Dad, sing..."

Zhaozhao likes Tang Su very much, but she can't be held by her father easily. She doesn't want to separate from him like this.

She shook Jing Mo's arm and her big eyes blinked and blinked with great expectation. Obviously, she asked Jing Mo to sing to her and coax her to sleep.

Zhaozhao likes to listen to Jingmo sing best. Her father's songs are warm and beautiful. She hasn't heard enough in her life.

"Stars..."

Zhaozhao wanted Jing Mo to sing little stars to her, but she couldn't even say it. She could only draw a small gesture he taught her like the small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River, indicating that she wanted to listen to little stars.

"Zhaozhao, will mom sing for you?"

"Dad, stars..."

Zhaozhao flattened his small mouth and stubbornly opened his mouth to Jingmo.

Mom's singing is not good. She wants her father to sing for her. Dad's little star is always good.

"Jing Mo, I'm sorry. Zhao Zhao is still young. She's not sensible. Don't mind! I'll just sing to her later. "

Tang Su thought that Jingmo would not sing to Zhaozhao. Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Jingmo's warm and beautiful voice sounded in the ward.

"Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle