Guo Guo looks at Ronan Chu a little confused. She was too young to understand the truth of Ronan Chu, but felt that her mother's eyes looked a little sad when she said these words.

It's like when her mother sometimes looks at her and suddenly can't laugh.

Adults have secrets of adults. Although she doesn't know the reason, she can feel it.

She took Luo Nanchu's hand and stuck it on her face, just like every time she comforted Tang Qing, she comforted Luo Nanchu: "don't be sad, fruit will always be with mommy."

Her voice was soft and sweet, like marshmallow. Ronan looked at her and laughed.

She is really a lovely little girl.

It's the best and best gift God has given her and Tang Qing.

"Go to bed early, and Mommy will go to bed." Ronan got up and twisted the quilt for her. Then he got up and turned off the lamp gently.

She came to open the princess's room, opened the door and went out.

It's not too late. Luonan estimates that Fu Tingyuan should be in his study and plans to go back to his bedroom for a bath.

When she pushed the door in, she saw Fu Tingyuan standing on the edge of the window sill smoking. Seeing her coming back, she turned around.

Ronan was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

Fu Tingyuan snuffed out the cigarette end and said in a light tone: "wait for you."

He used to be a workaholic, but now he's doing his best

Ronan walked over and laughed: "I coax Guoguo to sleep. Don't you go to the study? It's time to lose a lot of time. Is it really OK to waste time like this? "

Fu Tingyuan laughed and left the cigarette butt in the garbage can. He came over and rubbed Luo Nanchu's hair: "OK, go to take a bath."

Ronan took hold of his neck and stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss on the face: "I'm going to wash it."

Fu Tingyuan watched her enter the bathroom. He stood there for a while, then turned around and sat on the sofa.

He didn't light any more cigarettes, so he sat there until Ronan came out of his bath.

As he tied the belt of his bathrobe, he said, "I'm ready. You go in and take a bath

Fu Tingyuan stood up from the sofa, took the hair dryer and nodded at her chin.

"Come. Blow your hair. "

Luo Nan chuckled and went to sit on the sofa. She felt that Fu Tingyuan's fingers fell gently on her hair. She was a little embarrassed: "you go and wash it. I'll just blow my hair myself

Fu Tingyuan did not speak, standing behind her gently blowing her long wet hair.

His movements were extremely gentle and delicate, as if he treated his most precious treasure, and did not even exert any weight on her.

Ronan was blown to sleep by him.

Fu Tingyuan, who had been silent, suddenly opened his mouth.

"Lornan. I am thirty-two years old. "

She woke up with a start and turned her head towards him.

Fu Tingyuan lowered his eyes and fixed his eyes on her. His pupil color was very deep. Because he was too deep, he could not see any emotion inside.

Fu Tingyuan was silent for a moment, then said faintly, "nothing. If you turn your head around, I can't blow your hair

Ronan turned his head back.

Fu Tingyuan blew her hair for half an hour. When it was completely dried, he put down the hair dryer and turned into the bathroom.

Ronan sat on the sofa and looked up at the void. She frowned slightly and felt some pain in her heart.