Chapter 1342

She wants to have a good look at him.

Then he let her have a good look.

Cloud poetry warms the heart.

After growing up, Gong Jie is more gentle than when he was a child.

In his eyes, doting smile, wish to overflow like, gentle eyes, filled her whole heart.

It's warm.

Cloud poetry lonely way: "little Jie I'm sorry I lost you so long, it's my fault... "

When Gong Jie saw the lonely look on her face, his heart seemed to be stabbed and cherished.

"Sister, don't be sad. I'm not good."

Cloud poetry lips, gently hold his face, carefully trace his face, eyes carefully sweep every inch of his face, suddenly a smile.

"Xiaojie, when you grow up, you are more handsome than when you were a child!"

Gong Jie smiles, grabs her finger, sticks it to his heart, and says in a slightly angry tone: "sister, I've been very handsome since I was young, which is generally accepted."

Yunshishi was amused by him. He couldn't help but use his index finger to lightly point the tip of his nose.

"It's the same as when I was a child, but it hasn't changed at all!"

This subtle movement was made by yunshishi to him since he was young.

Every time he is mischievous or does something wrong, she hides behind her and needs her to clean up the situation. She can't bear to blame him, so she gently points his nose and pretends to be angry.

This is a little tacit understanding between them.

Gong Jie is a little greedy for the gentleness of her fingertips. He can't help but miss the simple time when he was young. He said softly, "sister, you can order me again."

Cloud poem then points him with the fingertips again.

Gong Jie can't help holding her hand and kissing it gently on the back of her hand. Randomly and greedily, he pasted his face on it.

The back of her hand, some cold.

When she was a child, she was just like this. Her constitution was not good. There was almost no temperature on her hands all the year round, especially on the back of her hands. It was always cold and cold. In winter, she would like to put her hands into his arms to keep warm.

At this time, Gong Jie would be convulsed by her cold hands.

But she was reluctant to let her little hand out.

Therefore, Gong Jie is holding on to the cold meaning forcefully and silently to warm her hand.

His face didn't care. He didn't seem to be afraid of the cold. In fact, he was so cold!

"Sister, can I take you back?"

Gong Jie sticks to the back of her hand and says softly.

But Yun's poems are startled.

Go back?

"Back where?"

"Back to our home."

Gong Jie raised his eyes and his beautiful face, and raised a piece of happiness: "if I let my father know, I will be very happy to find you! He always thought, you are no longer in this world! Your presence is a big surprise to him! "

"Father?"

Cloud poetry is even more confused.

"What father?"

"Our father."

Cloud poetry face Leng Leng Leng, eyes light but dim a few minutes. "Xiao Jie, we only have mothers, but we don't have fathers. Have you forgotten?"

She had never seen her father since she remembered it, only mummy and brother. As for who her father was, from the beginning to the end, the man never showed up, not even a shadow.

From her mother's words, she learned that her father was a very handsome man.

In her mind, however, the man abandoned them.

At least that's what she thinks.

This man has never done his duty for even one day, she just thinks he doesn't exist.