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Xie Limo got up and walked back and forth according to what Su Lenghan said, and then said a little helplessly: "Yangyang, don't cry, don't cry, uncle will buy you candy to eat later" Maybe Xie Limo's voice was too beautiful, and he really coaxed Yangyang not to cry.

Shaking and shaking, she still smiled very well.

Looking at the child's smile, Xie Limo's heart also rose with a sense of joy, the child's purest smile can touch people's hearts.

Now he somewhat understands why Su Lenghan spoils his daughter so much.

Su Lenghan sighed: "This child doesn't let people hold it on weekdays, even my parents can't, it's really strange that she lets you hug it today." ”

The corners of Xie Limo's mouth showed a brilliant arc, and there was a soft light in his eyebrows and eyes, "Yangyang likes Uncle Xie, right." As he spoke, he hugged Yangyang and spun in circles.

Su Lenghan looked at it for a while, and suddenly felt very harmonious, thinking to himself, if a man like Xie Limo had a child, he would not know how much he would spoil him, and his heart moved, and he said: "You and her, if you have a child, you will definitely be very happy." ”

He wanted to say, unlike Yangyang, Yangyang only has a father like him, and Meng Xinyan doesn't care about Yangyang's life or death at all.

Thinking of Meng Xinyan, a trace of desolation flashed in Su Lenghan's eyes, and then it was fleeting, he was not greedy, with a daughter, he would be content, and he would never fall in love with anyone again anyway.

Speaking of children, Xie Limo made a move, holding Yangyang's hand couldn't help but tighten, looked down at Yangyang, and couldn't help but imagine in his mind, if it was a child between him and Bixue, what would it look like, eyes like him or Bixue, nose, mouth and eyebrows

The more he thought about it, he would sketch a little Bixue in his mind, his heart was suddenly very soft and soft, and he was looking forward to it, at this moment, he knew that he wanted to have a daughter with Bixue, like Bixue's daughter, in that case, he should want to give her the best things in the world, so that she could live the happiest and happiest life.

Thinking about it again, how to take care of her daughter when she grows up, and thinking that if there is a stinky boy who likes her daughter in the future, someone will marry her daughter

This heart is the same as cutting, the daughter they raise has to be given to others, although there will be someone who loves their daughter instead of them, but this feeling is so sour

The more he thought about it, the more Xie Limo couldn't stop.

Maybe the strength in his hand was too great, Yang Yang cried, Xie Limo came back to his senses and continued to coax.

At this time, Su Lenghan's mobile phone also rang, he smiled apologetically at Xie Limo, glanced at Yangyang, made sure it was okay, and then walked to the side to answer the phone.

Xie Limo hugged Yangyang, coaxed, and spoke, "Yangyang is really good, laugh one, yes, laugh with Uncle Xie, what do you want to eat?"

Xie Limo's face showed a brilliant smile, and he smiled extremely satisfied when he held the child, and his whole body exuded a moving halo, scorching and dazzling, like a jade peerless.

I don't know who saw it, a flash photographed it, Xie Limo's expression changed, and he looked in the direction, although there was no one, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Perhaps feeling the cold air on Xie Limo's body, Yang Yang pouted and wanted to cry, Xie Limo hurriedly continued to walk, shaking, coaxing, his voice was gentle and pleasant, and even Yang Yang giggled when he listened to it.

After a while, Su Lenghan came back, and his face was not very good.

Xie Limo didn't ask much, but Su Lenghan took Yangyang into his arms and said to Xie Limo: "It's Yangyang's mother who called and wanted to see her." ”

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