"Xin'er, she's not stupid, she just simply doesn't want to understand. She's afraid of getting, and even more afraid of losing after thinking she's got it"
¡¾She is an insecure child! ¡¿
¡¾And you made her sense of security disappear! ¡¿
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Sheng Xixiu went to the study room and stood by the window. He originally wanted to light a cigarette, but thought that the little girl didn't like cigarettes, so he gave up.
Feeling depressed, he took a bottle of red wine from the wine rack in the study, poured it into a goblet, and sipped it thoughtfully.
¡°I guess I was feeling depressed, and the bottle of wine worth tens of millions was tasteless even when I drank it.
Putting the wine container back, he walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and pulled out the blue leather-bound photo album.
He lightly brushed the album cover with his fingertips. It was a bit old and some of the corners were burned by the fire, but the photos inside were all in good condition.
He lazily sank into the leather chair behind him, opened the photo album and flipped through to the place where he last stayed.
She should look like she is eleven or twelve years old, with short ear-length hair, still having baby fat, a pink face, pink flesh, and sparkling ink jade-like eyes.
She was sitting on the swing, which was being swayed by Mu Nianxiao, who was about twenty years old behind her.
The girl was wearing a blue and white plaid suspender skirt, white socks, and black short-heeled shoes.
The man, about twenty years old, was wearing a goose-white shirt and smoky gray trousers. He looked at the girl who was being swayed with a focused and gentle expression, as if everything around him was not as good as the blue and white checkered eyes under his eyes. landscape.
Mu Nianxiao, who is around 20 years old, is already showing signs of youthfulness and maturity.
He is restrained, forbearing, and indifferent.
Sheng Xi thought about it, if he had a little red flower that he had cared for since she was a child, and he could wait until she was an adult before touching her, it would be the most benevolent thing to do.
He couldn¡¯t figure out when Mu Nianxiao¡¯s thoughts about the little girl began, and why he didn¡¯t touch her for so long?
Maybe, he wanted to make a move and missed the opportunity?
Thinking back, the night he touched her, he said the girl was 18 years old.
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He continued to turn to the next page with an expressionless face. The girl also looked like an eleven or twelve-year-old girl.
It was raining lightly in the sky, with dense lines of goose feathers, and the man was holding an umbrella for her.
The umbrella was held in all directions on the girl's side. He held her waist and carried her across the puddle. Most of his body was soaked by the rain, but his eyes were watching the little girl's smiling face with endless tenderness.
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Sheng Xixiu felt uncomfortable, and his heart felt even more uncomfortable.
However, he couldn't help but scroll down, and the next page showed another photo of them.
This time the girl is older, fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing an olive green camouflage uniform, standing in the shade of a tree practicing zama steps.
The man was standing behind her, his eyes seemed quite serious. In that scene, he should be training her.
I took three pictures of this scene.
In the middle picture, the girl probably felt that it was very hard to do the work, and she couldn¡¯t hold on any longer, so she pouted and acted coquettishly to the man, but the man¡¯s facial expression was more deserted and serious;
In the third picture, the girl succeeded in being coquettish. The man handed a bottle of juice to her mouth. She bit the straw and smiled sweetly and brightly.
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"Snapped!"
The photo album was closed heavily, and Sheng Xixiu walked out of the study.
He walked straight to the door of the bedroom, put his hand on the door handle, and found that the room was locked.
He took a deep breath, and the veins on his forehead faintly turned a scary color.
He adjusted his breathing at the door, and after a while, he returned downstairs.
¡¾ps: Oh my god, I don¡¯t want to abuse Shengshuai either. If I don¡¯t abuse him, the plot won¡¯t progress! Hug my little cuties, thank you for your understanding and support! Please give me a monthly pass, please! ¡¿(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com