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After Luo Yangyang turned to face Lancelot, her right hand tightly grasped the corner of the canonization.

Because he had been doubting that the other party would be her own father, Luo Yangyang always had a feeling similar to the timidity of his hometown.

Although she would like to confirm with Lancelot whether they are related by blood or not.

But Lancelot did appear, and she did not dare to step forward.

Luo Yangyang looks at lanslott's hand in front of her. She subconsciously tilts her head and looks up at the canonization.

"It's OK." Seeing Luo Yangyang looking at him again, Feng Sheng lowered his head again and whispered in her ear.

Luo Yangyang looked down again. Lancelot stretched out his hand, still confiscating it. Then he looked at her with a smile.

She then loosened the corner of the canonization, carefully stretched out her right hand and held it up: "hello."

Luo Yangyang's body frame is small, and her palm bone is also small. She grabs Lancelot's wide and thick palm, and Lancelot holds her hand with her fingers again.

Her little palm was wrapped in Lancelot's hand.

The warm temperature of Lancelot was wrapped tightly in his big palm, as if a small boat in the wind and rain suddenly had a harbor to dock in.

As soon as Luo Yangyang was hot, he suddenly felt like crying.

Perhaps there will be telepathy between father and daughter. Lancelot grabs Luo Yang Yang's small hand, and his mood is complicated and he is unwilling to let go.

Two father and daughter look at each other like this, Mou color looks at each other deeply.

Although Luo Yangyang and Lancelot do not have feelings other than the affection of their elders, they still look at each other affectionately as they hold hands tightly.

Holding luoyangyang's canonization on one side, I began to be jealous just as I knocked over the bottle of Schisandra.

"Maybe we can find a place to sit and talk."

Feng Sheng then stretched out his hand and gently grasped Luo Yangyang's wrist. With a slight force, he pulled back the hand which was held by Lancelot.

Although Lancelot is likely to be Yang Yang's own father, it is not appropriate to hold hands so affectionately all the time.

As a man, Lancelot knew what the object was thinking when he saw the possessive look in his eyes.

The hand he held with his daughter was pulled apart by the outsider. Although Lancelot was dissatisfied, he didn't say anything.

After all, he didn't accompany her even one day's growth. His incompetent father seems to have a terrible weak voice.

At least, just like now, if he doesn't like canonization and doesn't want to let the central government and the canonization be together, he would never dare to say so.

Because he has not yet sat on the father's seat, once he wants to break up his daughter's love, his daughter may not recognize him as a father.

Among the four people standing by the river, the most complicated and the worst mood is Luo night.

He stood aside, whether it was luoyangyang or canonization, or his uncle Lancelot, it seemed that he did not exist in his eyes.

Even though he was wet and had a strong sense of being at first glance, no one paid attention to him.

Half an hour later.

It's not far from my restaurant.

Luoyangyang, Fengsheng, luoye and lanslot sat on a square table.

"Yang Yang, dare to ask, do you have a picture of your mother? If you have one, can you lend it to me? "

Lancelot looked at the quiet and clever Luo Yang Yang, sitting opposite him. Finally, he summoned up the courage to ask.

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