Chapter 778： Her love is less than one ten thousandth of his (1)

The child will be six years old next summer.

The charm between the eyebrows and eyes is also very obvious now, like a man.

The facial features are good enough, and the appearance is still watery and lovely, but it is faintly strange and familiar.

Sheng Yuchen's deep eyes flashed, and he reached out to hold the girl's round ankles.

Whisper, speak slowly:

"Have you done your homework? Midsummer."

"Yeah." Midsummer replied dullly, lowering his head, his voice still very sweet.

Perceiving something wrong with his daughter, Sheng Yuchen's eyes darkened a bit, he stretched out his hand, pulled Shengxia down from the hot spring, and placed it in his arms.

Midsummer's cute little face was pressed against Sheng Yuchen's warm red-guo's chest, his arms were around Sheng Yuchen's neck, and he was motionless. .

"What's the matter?" Sheng Yuchen stretched out his hand and gently stroked her daughter's smooth and supple hair.

"I want to see Aunt Meng..."

Sheng Yuchen curled her lips and smiled, lowered her head and gently kissed her daughter's head, and said softly, "Okay, tomorrow."

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Coming out of the hot spring, it was snowing outside.

Sheng Yuchen wore a black fox cloak, and walked in the snow in Midsummer, which was also wearing a silver fox cloak, on the big palm beside him.

One big and one small, one black and one white, the footsteps are also deep and shallow.

In the deep cold, the plum blossoms just bloomed.

Branches are clustered around the branches, and snowflakes are also gathered on the branches, pressing on top of the plum blossoms. In the white snow, the redness of the plum blossoms is particularly dazzling, like cinnabar between the brows.

When he was about to walk out of the plum blossom forest, Midsummer paused, looked up at the branches of the branches, and suddenly remembered something.

"father."

"Yep?"

Midsummer pointed to the mountain hidden in the night behind Xishanju and said, "Why did you buy the whole mountain, but only used it to grow white roses?"

Sheng Yuchen's smooth eyebrows moved slightly, and he bent over to pat the snow on the midsummer cloak, hugged her in his arms, and then turned to look at the mountain with only a rough outline in the dark.

The dark eyes were calm, and the whole person was quiet, not knowing what was thinking.

After a long while, he shook his head, "Dad doesn't know either."

Sheng Xia looked at him suspiciously, Sheng Yuchen retracted his gaze from the direction of the mountain, and looked back at the cute child in his arms with a smile.

"However, you reminded Dad."

"what?"

"...We need to find a florist!"

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Within country f, there is a private island.

Along the coastline, almost towering outposts and high-voltage power grids surround the island, and there are special mercenaries armed with real ammunition and guns on patrol. Outsiders are not allowed to enter and leave at will.

A towering European-style building stands here, with a luxurious and spectacular appearance.

"Pavilions" large and small can be seen at will on the island.

The entire island has clear air and a beautiful environment. The plants and flowers everywhere are neatly built, and they are overwhelming.

Next to the majestic palace-like building, there is an extremely inconspicuous "Pavilion".

But despite being inconspicuous, the decoration style and furnishings inside are not to be underestimated.

A slender figure stepped on the golden dark red high-end carpet, slowly stepping up the wide and long stairs leading upstairs.

Opening a door, a tall and slender figure stood in front of the large French window in the room, holding his chest with both hands, one arm slightly bent, as if pressing against his lips, motionlessly looking at the horizon of the sea and sky outside.