The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Tan Wanan looked at Gu Qingyun's reddish hand, and the pity in her heart kept rising.

After the daughter came back, she didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear that she would have a pimple in her heart.

What my husband did just now really hurt my daughter's heart.

She stretched out her hand and patted Gu Qingyun's back, "Qingqian, go find the medicine box."

Although the injury is not serious, it cannot be left untreated.

A girl's skin is very delicate, and she must not be a little sloppy.

"Okay...I know mom."

Oh, let her do it, is this Tucun girl worthy?

Gu Qingqian rolled his eyes, restrained the cynicism in his eyes, and reluctantly got up to find the medicine box.

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The next day, the morning light was dim.

The girl lying on the big soft bed turned over and continued to sleep after smacking her lips.

When she turned over, the quilt was kicked away by her, and the man sleeping beside him opened his eyes.

His pupils were cold, and he didn't feel dazed when he just woke up. He must have been awake for a long time.

"Yingbao, be good, cover up with the quilt."

Rong Luyuan's eyes were filled with bits of warmth, and he pulled up the quilt to cover her.

"Um...don't."

Mu Changying frowned slightly, slapped the quilt away with her little hand, and kicked her legs mischievously.

She rolled over again, leaning on top of him like an octopus.

A pair of small hands rested on his chest, fingers twitching tightly around his shirt.

The little nose inhaled the familiar breath, and her restless sleeping face gradually calmed down.

The girl's little face is white and soft, and she is so cute that you can't wait to rub it into your bones.

"I don't know where you learned it from."

Rong Luyuan pulled up the quilt and put it on her, willingly giving her a human flesh cushion, without any intention of pulling her up.

He put a pair of big palms on her back and tapped gently, coaxing her to sleep skillfully.

In the past, he hugged her like this countless times when she was asleep. Only when he was asleep would his Yingbao be as well-behaved as a newborn kitten and would not hate him.

Mu Changying buried her head on his chest, and whispered in a low voice, "A Yuan... A Yuan..."

She seems to have fallen into a nightmare, and her voice is fragile and distressing.

The voice fell into his ears, and he pulled out of his memory and stared at the girl in his arms.

Rong Luyuan looked attentive, "Yingbao, I'm here..."

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The blood on the floor in the dream, the usually ruthless and violent man hugged her tightly in his arms.

His big palm covered in blood and dirt caressed her cheek, the love in his pupils vented.

Her heart was twisted like a knife, and she called his name over and over again, but in the end, his hand fell weakly...

"A Yuan!"

Suddenly, Mu Changying opened his eyes and sat down on the big bed with a bang.

Dense sweat dripped from her forehead, and there was panic and despair in her sleepy eyes.

"Yingbao, I am here, your A Yuan is here..."

Rong Luyuan quickly lifted the quilt, stretched out his hands and carefully embraced her from behind.

He traced her brows and eyes with a thin layer of calloused fingertips, and slowly moved up to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

The man's fingers were slightly cold, and the clear touch made Mu Changying's restless heart seem to have found a safe haven, and slowly calmed down...

"A Yuan, A Yuan, A Yuan..."

"Yingbao, I am here, Yingbao, A Yuan will always be by your side..."

No one can drive away, including you! Even if he wants to be pushed away, he will stay here regardless of everything!

She called his name over and over again, and he answered tirelessly and tirelessly.