Mu Qiaozhi had always been an extremely optimistic and sunny man, but at this moment, he felt an unlimited amount of grief. His heart was filled with an extremely strong sense of pity, and he only held her gently, as if he was patting a child on his back. His voice was surprisingly gentle as he said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

No!

She was not afraid!

Ever since the first day she had met Qiao Zhi five years ago, she was no longer afraid.

Qiao Zhijun grew up abroad, and paid attention to people. Power, even if it were a parent, didn't have any right to hit a child as he pleased — he didn't want to do that.

He was not Qu Cunzi and did not have those unrealistic and laughable fantasies.

He never held any hope for Da Jinya anymore.

Li Kun's head was buried deep within his embrace, and he tightly embraced his waist: "Qiao Zhi, will you be here the entire time?"

"Forever!"

Forever!

He said he would always be there.

That's right, he had been here for so many years, how could they allow him to be absent in the future?

She looked up at him. Her eyes were misty, and his heart trembled. His voice was surprisingly gentle. "Likun, don't be sad. It's not worth it."

She laughed, "Qiao Zhi, I'm not sad at all."

"You're really not sad?"

"Oh, nothing has upset me since my mother died, let alone him. I just didn't expect him to come in and make a scene. It was just a fit of anger. "

Qiao Zhi thought, from the looks of it, Da Jinya would not let it go, it was necessary for him to come knocking again. Besides, there was a nasty law in the court now: children who didn't return home for three months were considered to be breaking the law. If Da Jinya grabbed onto this point to prosecute, although he wouldn't have to be afraid of him, it still wouldn't be a good thing.

He thought to himself, but he did not say it out loud. He did not want to worry Li Kun for nothing.

Since the two of them were about to go abroad, no matter how strong Da Jinya was, he wouldn't be able to chase after Copenhagen and cause a ruckus.

"Qiao Zhi..."

When Mu Qiaozhi heard her tone, he let out a breath of relief. Suddenly, he remembered something, and took out an extremely exquisite box from the case beside him. "Li Kun, I almost forgot about the present I brought you …"

She took the gift with delight. In the box was a very delicate necklace, made by a designer. It looked expensive. She was unable to let go of it, but muttered: "Qiao Zhi, why are you buying such an expensive thing? I don't have much time to wear it, so isn't that a waste? "

He looked at her clear collarbone, his eyes deep. "Wear it for me. It must be beautiful."

Following his gaze, her face suddenly turned red. She casually pulled up her clothes to cover herself, but before she could pull them shut, his hands had already stopped her. They caressed her collarbone with incomparable gentleness as he gently said, "I'll do it."

He personally placed the necklace on her. Her snow-white neck and exquisite chain made his heart flutter again because of his bashfulness. He looked left and right, and was very satisfied.

"Qiao Zhi, don't buy such expensive things in the future."

"Every woman needs a few jewels, doesn't she? Look, isn't that nice? Besides, it's been a long time since my assistant has received a bill. Likun, haven't you bought anything for yourself these days? "

All these years, she had been using his second card to attach to a man, but she hadn't felt anything amiss.

Perhaps it was because the first thing he said to her was, "As soon as I saw this woman, I knew that I had found the rib that God had taken away from me"?

Since then, he had felt safe and reliable before him, as if he were no longer afraid of the winds or the waves. The exhausted finally drifted to a sheltered harbor.