Xiao Lang walked over to her and gently put his arm around her shoulders. Chen Xiaoru shook her head and sighed, "I just feel that this Zhu Yinyin will not give up easily."
"Don't worry, I'm here and won't let her hurt you." Xiao Lang kissed her forehead gently and said firmly. He knew that their peaceful life was about to be disturbed again.
"Well, I believe you. But then again, Political Commissar Zhu is indeed a good father, which is really enviable." Chen Xiaoru said softly, with a barely perceptible loneliness in her eyes.
Xiao Lang looked at Chen Xiaoru's profile, and a wave of tenderness surged in his heart. He knew that Chen Xiaoru was thinking of her parents. Her parents died early, and she had suffered a lot since she was a child with her grandmother. She never enjoyed her father's love. This might be her eternal regret.
He walked forward, gently hugged Chen Xiaoru from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and his warm breath sprayed on her ears.
"Xiao Ru, I will be your family from now on. I will protect you, love you, and let you feel the warmth of home." Xiao Lang said softly, his tone full of pampering and determination.
Chen Xiaoru's body trembled slightly. She could feel the warmth in Xiao Lang's embrace and the sincerity in his words.
Her eyes were a little moist, but a happy smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth. She turned around, put her arms around Xiao Lang's waist, and gently rested her head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat and feeling the sense of security emanating from him.
"Silly boy, I'm not that fragile." Chen Xiaoru's voice was a little choked, but with a hint of coquettishness, "I just... I just suddenly felt a little emotional."
"I know, I know." Xiao Lang patted her back gently, as if coaxing a child, "Eat quickly! It will get cold soon."
"Hmm." Chen Xiaoru responded softly, picked up the chopsticks and started eating again.
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