Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

"Well, don't do this, will Qiao Chen be at ease?"

Xuxu hurry up to hug Xiao Qiao, she looked at Su Shi, crying and comforted, "He doesn't want you to cry, doesn't want you to be like this, the more you are like this, how can you live up to him?"

The little Joe on his body was still crying for his father.

Xu Xu patted Xiao Qiao's back again, "Xiao Qiao doesn't cry, Dad doesn't want Xiao Qiao."

She coaxed and turned away.

"Qiao Qiao, how can you do this?" Su Shi listened to the vivid words, her mood was a little bit under control, tears drop by drop, on the back of Qiao Chen's cool hands.

She looked at him.

Just watching her all the time, her Jojo, gentle Jojo, has ended in her vitality ever since?

...

Every corner of the empty house is full of fond memories.

A round marble countertop dining table, a layer of dust fell on the table, Su Shi's white hand stretched out, his fingers were slightly scratched on it, and several finger prints were clearly visible.

She stretched out a chair and, not minding the dust on it, bent down and sat down.

Fingers casually painted on the desktop.

Going back to God, the table is full of ‘Jojo’.

"Taste it, the honey chicken wings I newly researched today."

"how about it?"

"It's fine except it's a little salty and a little sweet."

"That would be bad."

"Very well, really."

Su Shi looked at the opposite, Qiao Chen smiled with neat white teeth, with a sound of smile, it sounded like a spring breeze.

She reached over, "Jojo ..."

But not touched.

With a sore nose, she retracted her hands, holding back the tears that swirled in her eyes, her arms around the table, slowly got up, and went elsewhere.

The bright sun shines through the glass into the balcony, which is a bit dazzling.

Su Shi reached out and shook the seven-color hanging chair, then bent over and sat up. Her head rested on the edge of the hanging chair, her toes fell on the ground, and she shook gently.

Closing his eyes, the gentle man like a jade flashed in his mind.

He nestled lazily on a hanging chair, Su Xiaoqiao lying on his body like a puppy.

"Let's change it here, put a hanging chair, how about reading in the sun here in the afternoon?"

"Just like it."

He always says you like it.

Two lines of tears ran down the cheeks, but the **** of her lips slowly bent.

"Su Shi, you look so good."

Under the candlelight, Qiao Chen's fingertips gently stroked her cheeks, but the soft lips finally landed on her forehead.

Su Shi's body shook suddenly, her eyes opened wide.

The sun is still so abundant and full of glare, and the trees outside are still so green.

Everything is the same as before, but things are different.

Jojo, will she never return?

If you want to make a good one, you should open up the soil into their garden, and you want to be Xiao Qiao's father.

"Mummy."

Suddenly, there was a young voice from Xiao Qiao, Su Shi's thoughts were interrupted, she quickly wiped her tears with her hands, stood up, smiled and greeted the small head that ran towards her.

"Little Joe."

Su Shi hugged Su Xiaoqiao and kissed her on the cheek.

"Where is Dad?" Su Xiaoqiao asked, looking at the rocking chair still shaking.

Su Shi smiled, "Dad went far away."

Hearing, Xiao Qiao pouted sadly, "When will you come back?"

(I repeat it without creating anything, it's exhausting. This chapter is replaced. The reader who reads the book must delete the bookshelf, read it again, and continue to ask for monthly tickets.)