When the fast-wearing boss got the female supporting script

Yan Hui didn't pay attention to this action, because in his eyes, his father and mother were people who made him happy, and he had no idea of ​​the sourness in Huangfu Yuanshen's heart.

"What is a flower girl?" There was a trace of doubt in Yan Hui's eyes. His clear eyes were like a newborn cub, so cute that Luo Shui wanted to kiss her.

But seeing the man's eager eyes, he felt an inexplicable coldness on his body, so he backed down.

This possessiveness is too strong, this is my son, dear! !

Luo Shui snorted and rolled his eyes at Huangfu Yuanshen, looked at Yan Hui with a smile, and said softly: "Flower girl? She is the loving witness of father and mother."

Yan Hui didn't know what he thought of, his beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons, with shining light.

His parents loved him, and he also loved his parents.

The little guy nodded with firm eyes, his little face with baby fat was extremely serious.

Witness of love? Huangfu Yuanshen's heart was shaken violently, and his desolate heart suddenly blossomed with flowers of five colors. The whole person felt like a spring breeze, the winter snow melted in an instant, and the clouds were clear and clear.

The man's eyes were like a sea of ​​smoke, and he looked at Luo Shui with a lot of tenderness in his eyes. He weaved a net with tenderness and tightly protected Luo Shui in it.

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Spring is coming, everything is renewed, the green grass beside the official road has broken away from the loess, and the weak and strong body is swaying gently in the breeze, with red and yellow flowers blooming in the middle. This spring scenery is so beautiful that I am intoxicated.

On the spacious and endless pipeline, a low-key carriage sped along, arriving at the border town in less than a month.

It was quiet along the way, and Luo Shui didn't see the scenes in costume dramas about selling one's body to bury one's father, robbing civilian girls, and bullying the weak.

How many fools are there among the superiors? There is no foolproof way to ensure safety, so there is no way to just leave.

Take this trip as an example. Before she knew it, an elite team of a hundred people was clearing the way in front of her. There were also a hundred people mopping up behind her, and there were even invisible guards following her around.

None of these people have special skills. They can block hundreds of people with one blow. Except for those who are looking for death, no one can really jump out.

Huangfuyuan used iron-blooded methods and concentrated power by one person. There were really not many people in the huge Shu who dared to interfere with him.

It's just that after the war, everything is in ruins, and the surrounding countries are eyeing it, always looking for a bite of meat, the situation is not optimistic.

Luo Shui looked at the town that was very different from what he remembered, with mixed thoughts.

She was in a mess when she left here, and now she's finally back.

"It's too late today, come back tomorrow?" Luo Shui said to Huangfu Yuanshen with a flash of aftertaste in his eyes and a smile.

Although I am eager to return home, I am still somewhat timid about being close to my hometown. I just want to take advantage of this evening to calm down my mood.

Huangfu Yuanchen would never refuse her. Hearing this, he just nodded with a gentle expression and shook her hand comfortingly.

"Mom, are you going to grandpa's house tomorrow?" Yan Hui ran over and hugged Luo Shui's waist, and asked curiously with a faint light in his eyes.

Luo Shui gently rubbed his little head with a gentle expression, "Well, there are your grandpa, grandma, and uncle."

Song'er is also in his teens. I wonder how he is doing?

"Little uncle?" Yan Hui's voice was obviously louder and he said excitedly: "Will little uncle play with me?"

His father pestered his mother all day long, letting him play by himself every time. After more than a month, Yan Hui, who was calm and precocious, couldn't help it anymore and was in urgent need of a playmate.