Even if he had a million times the courage, he would never dare not answer Xiao Anhe's call.

He gestured a shushing gesture to Zhenzhen, who was riding on his back like a horse, and then quickly answered the phone.

As soon as the call connected, Xiao Anhe said directly on the other end, "I need to go to the country now."

An Jingfeng thought that holding the position of being on all fours and bent over for too long caused all the blood in his body to rush to his brain, and his hearing was temporarily impaired. He asked uncertainly, "Big brother, are you going to the country now?"

Xiao Anhe said impatiently, "Since when did my speech become unclear in your eyes, requiring you to confirm it repeatedly?"

An Jingfeng sensed the displeasure in Xiao Anhe's tone and shivered. If he hadn't caught her quickly, Zhenzhen on his back would have fallen to the floor.

Although the height from his back to the floor wasn't high, Zhenzhen was small, and falling down would still hurt a lot.

Zhenzhen giggled, amused by the earlier commotion. An Jingfeng sighed silently and said to Xiao Anhe, "Brother, I'll make the arrangements right away."

After ending the call with Xiao Anhe, An Jingfeng got up and went to the kitchen. When he came out, he was carrying a plate of fruit with many varieties, all cut into small, thin slices.

An Jingfeng carried Zhenzhen to the sofa, placed a plate of fruit next to her, turned on the TV for her, tuned it to the cartoon channel, and then ruffled her soft, clean hair. "Zhenzhen, be good. Eat your fruit and watch cartoons here. Uncle is going to the balcony to make a very important phone call."

Zhenzhen hugged An Jingfeng's neck and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. The four-year-old's voice was still a bit childish, "Uncle An, come back soon! I'll wait for you to eat the fruit together."

It was clear that Zhenzhen really wanted to eat fruit, but she also wanted to share it with An Jingfeng. This four-year-old child was so sensible, which broke An Jingfeng's heart. Before she met him, her scumbag father had never given her any fatherly love.

He gently pinched Zhenzhen's round, apple-like face and said with a doting expression, "Zhenzhen is so good. You can eat it yourself. Uncle doesn't want to eat it."

When An Jingfeng got up to go to the room with the balcony, Zhenzhen forced a slice of apple into his mouth. An Jingfeng felt a pang of emotion. Apple, apple, for Zhenzhen and Jiang Moli's sake, he wished to live a peaceful and safe life from now on.

An Jingfeng was a rough and unrefined man, unlike most people who were reserved. He always said what he meant and did not hide his thoughts and feelings.

For example, after spending time with Jiang Moli and her daughter Zhenzhen, he developed the idea of ​​taking care of them for the rest of his life, and he would boldly say it out loud.

He was supposed to talk to Jiang Moli after she got off work today, to tell her that he wanted to adopt Zhenzhen as his goddaughter. If she was willing, he would immediately ask her to take care of them for the rest of their lives. But he received a call from Xiao Anhe first.

For him, having followed Xiao Anhe for so many years, he had long since put life and death aside. He thought he would live like this for the rest of his life. He never expected that Jiang Moli and her daughter would appear along the way.

Now he is afraid of death, very afraid of death.

When making phone calls from the balcony, I no longer acted rashly, only caring about the result. I repeatedly reminded my subordinates on the other end of the line to be careful.

In the end, before he could hang up, his subordinate preemptively asked, "Boss, are you alright?"

He said irritably, "You little rascal, are you hoping something bad will happen to me?"

The subordinate dared not say anything more and quickly hung up the phone to prepare.

Xiao Anhe is a meticulous and cautious person who prefers to plan ahead. His habits influence his subordinates, such as keeping helicopters, which are not used very often, on standby at all times.

An Jingfeng knew he would be leaving soon, but he didn't know when he would return. He felt extremely reluctant to leave. Over the years, the word "reluctance" had never appeared in his heart before.

When he was feeling down, he really wanted to smoke. Even though he had the cigarette in his mouth, he suddenly remembered that Xiao Zhenzhen was in the living room and he was going to hug her later. He thought that having the smell of smoke on him was bad for the child, so he didn't light it. He just put it in his mouth to satisfy his craving and then took it away.

He had just returned to the living room when he heard the door open; it was Jiang Moli who had come back.

Zhenzhen jumped off the sofa to get slippers for Jiang Moli. An Jingfeng saw this and thought to himself, "My daughter is so good; she's been so thoughtful since she was little."

Jiang Moli looked completely lost as Zhenzhen pulled her to sit on the sofa, where Zhenzhen mechanically stuffed a strawberry into her mouth.

Zhenzhen asked Jiang Moli, "Mom, are strawberries delicious?"

Jiang Moli was clearly distracted. "Ah, Zhenzhen, what did you just say?"

"Mom," Zhenzhen pouted, "you're not listening to Zhenzhen."

Jiang Moli roused herself and forced a smile. "My dear Zhenzhen, Mommy didn't mean to ignore you. I'm just a little tired from work today."

"Mom!" Zhenzhen jumped off the sofa and ran towards the kitchen. "You must be thirsty. Zhenzhen will get you some water."

Jiang Moli didn't stop Zhenzhen. In fact, she did need to be alone for a while. She kept thinking about what happened an hour ago. How could this have happened?

Why is this happening?

Because she was too absorbed in her own thoughts, she didn't notice An Jingfeng, who had been standing at the door for several minutes.

A crisp sound came from the kitchen; Zhenzhen had knocked over a water glass and broken it on the floor.

Just as Jiang Moli came to her senses and was about to rush into the kitchen to see Zhenzhen, a figure ran towards the kitchen at a speed many times faster than her.

Just as Jiang Moli lifted her foot, An Jingfeng came out of the kitchen carrying Zhenzhen. She took Zhenzhen from him, sat on the sofa, and carefully examined her little hands. Finding nothing wrong, she breathed a sigh of relief.

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