His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

Knowing the soreness of his nose, Jiang Ling threw himself into his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, and couldn't help crying: "Where have you been, I've been waiting for you all day."

On this day, I don't know how panicked she is.

He lives here alone, is there no concern, can he leave at any time?

Worried, he will not come back again.

Li Shunan raised his hand and stroked her long hair: "I went to the cemetery."

"Why are you crying?"

Jiang Lingzhi sniffed, her voice intermittently: "I was too sleepy last night, I fell asleep, and didn't see the news."

"It's okay." Li Shunan didn't expect a message from her to make her so anxious, and said slowly: "That kind of place is not suitable for you."

The calmer he is, the more Jiang Lingzhi feels self-blame.

She lowered her head, her tears fell on the back of his hand.

Li Shunan stiffened, stepped back slightly, raised her chin, a little flustered, raised his hand and gently wiped away her tears: "Don't cry."

Jiang Ling knew that she sniffed, and her tears fell uncontrollably: "I like you very much and want to share my thoughts with you. Not only is it happy, but even if it is sad, I also want to be by your side. That person is me."

The little girl was red-eyed, her soft voice was talking word by word, and every word hit his heart.

Li Shunan stared at her for an instant, his throat rolled slowly, and he reached out and hugged her into his arms.

Why is it so painful to cry.

"Why do you say this suddenly?"

Jiang Lingzhi sat on the steps with his face pressed against his chest, telling the truth: "I want you to know that you are fine. I'm afraid of you, I'm afraid that you're gone."

Li Shunan was angry and funny: "Where can I go?"

Jiang Ling knew how to choke, and seemed to find his thoughts a bit ridiculous.

She stopped talking, raised her hand, grabbed his clothes, and wiped tears with his clothes.

Noting her behavior, Li Shunan was not angry either, smiled indulgently, and said in a faint voice: "Can you still get up?"

Jiang Lingzhi raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes red, and he looked a little helpless: "Foot is a little numb."

Li Shunan stood up, took her hand, dragged her into his arms, lowered his head, and stared at her eyebrows carefully.

"Go in first."

A floor lamp is lit in the living room.

The light was dim and quiet.

All emotions are shrouded in such a quiet atmosphere.

There is a row of beers on the coffee table.

Li Shunan sat on the sofa, raised his hand to open a can of beer, raised his head and took a sip, his apple was rolling up and down, a bit **** and a bit decadent.

At this moment, the negative energy on his body was finally exposed unabashedly.

"Today is the death day of my biological mother."

His tone is still relaxed, as if talking about a trivial matter.

Jiang Lingzhi was sitting next to him, a little distressed, with a faint cry in his voice: "Why don't you tell me?"

Li Shunan raised his hand and rubbed his fingers against the corner of her eye lightly: "It's not a big deal."

Jiang Lingzhi stared into his eyes: "But, you are obviously sad."

Li Shunan's fingers paused, and the curvature of the corners of his lips gradually converged.

Jiang Lingzhi choked up and said, "I hope that I am the one who can accompany you by your side, rather than just letting you be nice to me."