Mr Lu,You are my taste!

"Good, good," Huan Huan got up and purred, "I'm very smart."

Ji Rufeng laughed, but still made a serious expression, "then I ask you, do you sleep alone every night?"

"Of course not. I sleep with mommy."

"Every night?"

"Every night!"

Ji Rufeng's heart, which had been out of control and beating wildly because of Huanhuan's "this is my dad and Mommy's room", is now gradually jumping up, climbing out of the deep valley and ushering in his sunrise.

Seeing that Ji Rufeng didn't speak, Huan Huan raised her face and asked, "uncle, uncle, am I smart?"

"Smart, super smart!"

Ji Rufeng kisses her little face, coaxes her to lie down, giggles and rubs her face, "ha ha ha, good tie."

Looking at the rolling daughter in his arms, Ji Rufeng's heart has never been so soft.

The laughter in the upstairs has lasted for a long time before it quiets down. Yu Jichen looks at the snow outside the window, and his heart is full of mixed feelings. This may be the relationship between father and daughter. One day's love is better than the countless happiness given by seven.

She sighed and watched as the water in the pot began to roll. She held the pot and poured it into the teapot.

What Ji Rufeng saw when he went downstairs was such a scene. His long hair was slightly rolled up and fell on his shoulder at will. A white turtleneck with a light gray shawl looked lazy, but his heart seemed to suddenly inject vitality.

Yu forgets the dust to feel his gaze a rise to bump into that pair of sentimentally attached deep Mou Guang, a heart also follows violent beat.

Unexpectedly, her hand trembled slightly, and a little tea splashed out of the cup. She suddenly changed color in pain.

The man came down the stairs quickly, "is it hot? Come on

Before she could react, she stood up with his arm in her arms and rushed into the kitchen.

The cold water poured down from the back of her hand, but she didn't seem to feel it. There was only a man's voice in her ear. "Pay attention. You can be scalded even if you drink a cup of tea. It used to be like this, but it's still like this now. How have you come over these years? I don't invite anyone at home. You're too tired with your child alone..."

He talked as if they were a couple for many years, and even made her feel an impulse to lean on him.

She looked at him with a smile, but Ji Rufeng had a little meal, and her voice stopped suddenly.

Four eyes opposite, water, water, her hand was in his hands.

In the end, her hands trembled slightly, as if suddenly startled him. The hands holding her trembled suddenly, and her lips trembled, as if to say something, but without saying anything, her eyes turned red.

I forget dust slowly deep breath, still need to try what, she knows, is him.

"It's a little cold." She said.

He slightly a Zheng, flurried to turn off the tap, pulled aside the towel, holding her hand once to her hand.

Again and again, I don't know if there is too much water, or I don't want to let go at all, and my hands haven't been dried.

"I'll warm you up." He said.

Looking at her for two seconds, seeing that she did not speak, he put her hand into his palm.

Yu forgets the dust a little to want to smile, they touched the cold water together, his hand temperature is higher than her how many, but she did not smile, because the man really holds her hand to rub.

I don't know whether it's psychological effect or something. After more than ten minutes, her hands were really hot.