Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Xirong Fuchen looked down at Duan Jintian like this, and had a different angle.

His eyes dimmed, like a vortex, he would devour Duan Jintian.

But he still breathed a little, the kiss was light, and then rubbed Duan Jintian's hair, "Wake up?"

Hearing Xirong Fuchen's active and natural words, Duan Jintian slowly began to breathe normally.

Then she opened her eyes slowly.

Duan Jintian's eyes are actually very beautiful, with a smart beauty, clear and bright.

But her eyes are actually very similar to her mother's.

In fact, there is a very strange feeling.

He remembers such a pair of eyes. The photo that his father often looked at was actually Duan Jintian’s mother.

It's really similar.

At that time, my father often took pictures of Aunt Bai, who once skimmed and remembered those eyes.

At this time, Duan Jintian's eyes were seen.

Xirong Fuchen remembered his father and Aunt Bai.

He has a feeling of being able to fulfill his father's regret.

Xirong Fuchen looked at Duan Jintian's eyes, slightly distracted.

After Duan Jintian opened his eyes, it was Xirong Fuchen's trance-like light.

She froze for a moment, and she felt that Xirong Fuchen seemed to be thinking through her, and it was still a very serious matter.

Because she could feel this moment, the breath around him became a little sad and serious.

Duan Jintian didn't know what Xirong Fuchen was thinking, but she loved him.

Duan Jintian did not know whether to disturb Xirong Fuchen to think about things.

But she didn't like his sadness. She reached out and stroked Xirong Fuchen's brow, "Brother Chen, what are you thinking?"

Xirong Fuchen listened to Duan Jintian's words, and suddenly recovered, his eyes gradually became clearer.

He shook his head at Duan Jintian and said, "Nothing?"

Duan Jintian said very stubbornly this time: "You must be thinking, Brother Chen, your expression just made me feel bad."

With that, Duan Jintian's eyes were distressed.

Duan Jintian looked at Xirong Fuchen seriously, and seemed to want to know what he was thinking.

Xirong Fuchen gently touched Duan Jintian's hair and sighed, "Thinking about my father."

When she mentioned Xirong Fuchen's father, Duan Jintian's expression was shocked, and she didn't know what to say.

After all, it was really a matter of the previous generation, she did not know how to judge.

And although the mother will talk about some things at that time, but what are the specific details, they do not understand the child. But Duan Jintian knows that Xirong Fuchen cares and loves his father very much.

So she pursed her lips and really didn't know how to comfort Xirong Fuchen.

Xirong Fuchen looked at Duan Jintian's pale face. He bowed his head softly and kissed her eyebrows, soothing: "Sweet, I actually thank my father. Although he left, it was equivalent to him, I only knew you, I always thank my father, maybe because of his instructions, gave you to me."

Duan Jintian was relieved to hear Xirong Fuchen say this.

Xirong Fuchen could feel that Duan Jintian was relieved in a flash.

He sighed: "Silly girl, I am very clear, I will not be like my father, I will cherish you, for me, feelings are more important than power, and I know who I love , What I want."

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