He stretched out his hand, stroked his long fingers across her cheeks, and finally stopped on the tip of her nose and squeezed it lightly.
"I don't like you looking at me with this kind of eyes. I will hurt no one if I hurt you."
"……"
Xiao Meimei's body shook, as if something was haunting her heart, telling the affection that was once ignored by her...
Xiao Meimei’s crystal eyes slowly raised the mist, her petite body suddenly approached him, threw into his arms, and stretched out her hand to wrap around his sturdy waist.
"I know that Tingye will not hurt me, but I am afraid that you will hurt myself. I have grown up, and now I have a father. No one will dare to bully me. I can protect myself."
Xiao Meimei's arms tightened silently, as if she was afraid that Shan Tingye would push her away.
"……"
Dan Tingye's eyes moved slightly, and he naturally stretched out his hand to hold her, a little surprised that she would take the initiative to hug him.
If her embrace is not so comforting, he will be happier.
"I see, isn't it just a woman, give it to grandpa and then give it to grandpa. What's the point of crying, Yu Xin, dare you to shed tears for this kind of people?"
She is looking for death? Or do you want Zhong Qing to die faster? !
Xiao Meimei was sluggish for a few seconds, the soreness of her nose hadn't faded, she heard him suddenly, and thought she had misheard.
"What did you say?"
was wondering in his heart, and the question came out quickly.
Shan Tingye looked at her angrily, and her eyebrows were twisted tightly, "It was not you who let me let Zhong Qing go. Looking at me like this now means regretting, I immediately let people be her."
"Don't!" Xiao Meimei was nervous, and quickly reached out and grabbed his arm, for fear that he would really do something extreme.
"I have no regrets, I don't hate Zhong Qing at all now, you leave her to Grandpa, we don't care about it anymore."
"Now you lied and didn't even hit the draft. It was clearly unconvinced on your face. You have to say that you don't hate it." Shan Tingye's hands pinched her nose, and Xiao Meimei's painful tears burst out immediately. Up.
"Yu Xin, listen to me, in front of me, laugh as you want, cry as you want, don’t pretend to be okay!"
"...I see, the nose really hurts now, can you say it?" Xiao Meimei carefully looked up at him, pointed at his hand holding her nose, with a grievance on her face.
Shan Tingye released her hand and watched her pinched red nose, her eyebrows were twisted to death, "Why don't you say it hurts?"
Xiao Meimei: "..."
She didn’t believe that he couldn’t see it. It was on purpose, so she still pretends? After installing it, drag it out and cut it!
"Is it time to take care of my old man after the chat?" Ye Zhanxing's vigorous voice came from the direction of the sofa.
The sharp eyes changed slightly when she saw Xiao Meimei easily let Shan Tingye agree to hand over Zhong Qing.
"Grandpa, are you jealous?"
When Xiao Meimei heard Ye Zhanxing's voice, she immediately got out of Shan Tingye's arms and walked to the sofa, her petite body quickly nestled next to Ye Zhanxing.
The soft and waxy voice makes people feel angry.
"Yes, I'm jealous. I am an old man who looks at you so sweet and feels sour!" Ye Zhanxing patted Xiao Meimei's cheek with a big hand and pinched her nose.
"Hurry up and ask your grandma to come out to coax me, or if my old naughty boy gets angry, your little nose will be lost!"