This may be the most considerate and tender care of a man to another woman.

Money, power, he can give her.

He was stingy about what she needed the most.

She bit her lips and pushed his chest open. She lowered her eyelashes and turned her face away from the window.

She doesn't need money or power. In this world, there are more people with more money or more power than her, just like the man around her. What's the point of her getting more money? As long as he will, she will be his cage bird, flower in the bottle.

It's like his pet, making birdcage with the most expensive gold, but are these what she wants?

He knew what she wanted, but he talked about it.

There was no way to communicate. No matter how many times she argued, she was desperate to find that their brain circuits had never been aligned.

Because he never respected her, and he didn't understand what she thought.

Never.

Tang Qing sits by the window with her legs in her arms. The gauze light of street lamp is shining on half of her face. Her long eyelashes are plated with a light golden light. The whole person looks thin and fragile.

Xiao Fengting sat in the back seat for a moment, then opened the door, went back to the driver's seat, turned the steering wheel and drove home.

Looking at the long black shadow of Lincoln, he walked out from the dark balcony.

Young people have not yet fully developed hand bones, thin and fragile, and can not protect the people they care about.

He slowly withdrew his sight, saw fruit holding sponge baby's doll came in, he restrained his look, and said in a soft voice: "what's the matter, fruit?"

Guoguo sucked his nose and looked at him pitifully: "brother Xiaoyi, can Guoguo sleep with you today?"

Luo Yi went over and stroked the little girl's hair, which was soft as clouds. In a soft voice, he said in a soft voice, "is that ok? After fruit, you should sleep alone

"Guo Guo missed her mother a little." The fruit drops its eyes.

Luo Yi leads her to the sofa where he looks at some financial books recently. He sat on the sofa and looked at her flat and asked softly, "is that uncle bad for you?"

Fruit shook his head, "he took fruit to eat hot pot, but also accompanied fruit shopping."

"Isn't that good?"

"But Guoguo doesn't want to go there."

“……”

"But if I don't go there, I won't see my mother." Guoguo's voice brought a cry, and asked him a little sad, "brother Xiaoyi, why does mother want to live there? Is it because Guoguo is too useless? So that my mother would live in that terrible uncle's house. "

Luo Yi's thin face calmed down. He looked at the fruit and laughed, "it has nothing to do with fruit. It's all the uncle's problem. Fruit doesn't need to think about that. "

Fruit muddleheaded looking at him, she is still too young, just as he was when he was a child, although vaguely aware of the family changes, but the people who love her are reluctant to let her know the truth.

In the past, when he knew that luonanchu had suffered so much for him, he had also been angry about why he wanted to keep everything from him. He carried everything on his own, but looking at the fruit, he understood.