Chengcheng stared blankly at the person in front of him with his mouth open, trying to pull his little hand back, but failed.

Cen Anguo frowned, "I am your grandfather, Grandpa."

Chengcheng has never seen someone with such a lack of sense of boundaries.

She shook her head, "My grandpa went to buy meat! You are not my grandpa, my grandpa has hair!"

Her pronunciation is still not very standard.

But he still insisted on finishing what he said before he burst into tears.

Song Yiyi picked up Chengcheng at the right time, walked a few steps to the side, and coaxed her: "It's okay, Chengcheng, don't be afraid."

Chengcheng cried so loudly that it was deafening.

Cen Yue, who was in the house, heard it himself.

He strode out of the door and saw his daughter crying with tears and snot running.

"Dad...Dad! Wuuwuwu..."

Chengcheng stretched out her arms towards Cen Yue, and Song Yiyi handed her into Cen Yue's arms.

The little one will always feel safer when nestled in his father's arms.

Although Cen Yue did not spoil his daughter, he would always try his best to satisfy her small requests within a reasonable range.

From the time Chengcheng was born till now, Cen Yue has never missed any stage of her growth.

When Chengcheng had a fever before, Cen Yue held her in his arms all night long and took good care of her.

In fact, just now, Song Yiyi could have stopped it in the first place.

But she deliberately waited a little.

A neighbor opened the door and came out, but before he could finish his words, he saw Cen Anguo and retreated back.

Cen Yue coaxed the child skillfully and didn't even glance at Cen Anguo from beginning to end.

Cheng Cheng comforted her quickly.

Her little hands were around her father's neck, and her face was resting on Cen Yue's shoulder.

Cen Anguo stood under the tree.

His face wasn't very serious.

This year.

As he kept going in and out of the hospital, his hair, which had once been white, fell out.

He turned into a real old man.

During this period, Cen Yue never came back to see him once.

I heard that he was in a coma.

Cen Yue didn't even step into the ward.

Cen Anguo felt heartbroken at first, and then began to feel guilty.

I saw three little ones at home.

He always thinks of Cen Yue's childhood.

Cen Yue has been different from other children since he was young. He tends to be quiet.

Now the three at home are eager to go to heaven and earth, just like naughty monkeys, and their ears are never quiet for a moment.

At that time he was still angry with Xu Lingzhen.

As a result, I didn't want to see Cen Yue very much.

When Cen Yue was a child, he was raised by the family servants.

At the beginning, Cen Yue also tried to act coquettishly with him like his daughter did.

But he criticized Cen Yue severely at that time.

How can boys whimper like girls?

Cen Anguo thought that he had lost his mother when he was ten years old, and he had also struggled all the way to get to where he is today.

At that time, people were hungry and there were wars everywhere. In comparison, Cen Yue had a much better life.

The only time Cen Yue acted coquettishly with him was when he was only two years old.

It never happened again after he taught me a lesson.

"Dad, come home."

The little girl's voice was soft and sticky after crying, and her little hands were rubbing Cen Yue's ears.

Cen Yue freed one hand and pulled Song Yiyi over, his voice soft: "Tuo."

"Mom, hold my hand."

Chengcheng stretched out her little hand towards Song Yiyi.

Song Yiyi curled her lips, "Tian, listen to our baby."

The three of them walked into the yard.

When Cen Anguo saw this scene, he felt indescribable.

Chengcheng secretly glanced at Cen Anguo under the tree.

As expected, her mouth flattened again.

Song Yiyi saw this scene and quickly diverted her attention, "Chengcheng, look at the rose bush, there are little birds there!"

Cheng Cheng immediately climbed up into his father's arms, "Little bird!"

The family of three just passed away like that.