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He fetched Jingshu's Girls' Diary, bought Dingdang's favorite durian cake, and returned home in silence. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Dingdang sitting on the sofa watching TV, giggling happily.

Jing Shu is mopping the floor, dinner seems to be cooked in the kitchen, the smell is lingering, the yellowed lights are warm and charming, like an ordinary family in thousands of worlds, like the most ordinary bunch of bright high-rise buildings, like him driving back and forth Thousands of lights that are common but unreachable in the long night of the city.

The family sits quietly and the lights are amiable.

He has never experienced such a soft and warm feeling. From the time he can remember, his home has always been empty and cold, filled with endless quarrels, violence, sex and money, and nothing else.

Ji Linjiang narrowed his eyebrows slightly, as if his heart contracted imperceptibly, a warm current flowed from his heart to his limbs, his chest was filled with indescribable cherishment and gratitude, he didn't know what he was grateful for, but This kind of warm gratitude filled his soul so solidly, making his cold heart hot and precious, an unprecedented feeling.

The flowers blooming in the heart sway slightly, shining brightly.

"You're back!" Tinker Bell jumped on the sofa and jumped into his arms, hanging on his body and playing wild.

There seemed to be a crack in the indestructible glacial armor covering the heart. The moment Tinker Bell ran towards him, the ice shattered to the ground, revealing a warm and soft heart, tender and compassionate, loving and loving, as if reborn.

Ji Linjiang caught her firmly, "Call me Dad."

Little Ding Dong looked at Jing Shu, covered her mouth and snickered, but refused to speak, Ji Linjiang glanced at Jing Shu, Jing Shu put the mop in the bathroom, turned and walked into the kitchen.

"Didn't I call two nanny aunts?" Ji Linjiang said.

"It's not necessary. Staying at home takes up space, and there are too many people talking." Jing Shu said, "I can do this little housework. You haven't eaten my cooking yet, have you?"

Ji Linjiang didn't say anything.

After Jing Shu washed his hands, he focused on cooking. Ji Linjiang had been wary of her since the first meeting. He would not eat the food she cooked, and he would not wear the clothes she ironed. No other use.

Ji Linjiang walked into the kitchen.

Jing Shu's body was slightly stiff, and she turned around and walked out of the kitchen naturally, as if she always avoided being alone with him, she hid so obviously, "You are used to being served by others, so you haven't cooked by yourself yet."

"Ah."

"You haven't done any housework, have you?" Jing Shu came to the living room, took a rag to cover up his stiffness, and then naturally went back to the kitchen, trying to chat with him about some trivial matters to diffuse the indescribable sense of resistance.

"Ah."

"Haven't you washed a piece of clothing yourself?" Jing Shu pretended to look at him naturally.

Ji Linjiang let out a "hmm".

"Have you washed your underwear yourself?" Jing Shu suddenly asked, when she lived in Ji's house, she washed his underwear before, but she didn't seem to see him wearing the clothes she washed.

In her memory, she has never seen Ji Linjiang doing housework. This man stretches out his clothes and opens his mouth when he eats. He lives a delicate and fastidious life, extravagant. He was not contaminated with any fireworks, and he didn't even smell of washing powder.

Ji Linjiang looked at her with an ambiguous expression, and looked at her with a smile, "It's new every day."

"Where's the old one? Have you thrown it away?" Jing Shu asked more and more privately, "Then I didn't wash it for nothing before?"

Ji Linjiang said with a smile, "The servants cleaned up and put it away. Do you worry that there is no place to put it in such a big house? If you can't fit it, just throw it away. Is this something you need to be curious about? Don't you throw away your old underwear for the New Year? One day It's a normal thing to change, I don't know what you are questioning."

Jing Shu didn't question the thing of changing every day, she just questioned whether it would be a waste to only wear it once?Her outlook on the world, outlook on life, and values ​​are very different from Ji Linjiang's. This man always uses the simplest method to solve seemingly trivial problems in life. He basically doesn't want to bother with things that can be solved with money. Let him and her Living in this small house, it is completely impossible to imagine how long he can endure.

Over the years, she ran a small flower shop and lived in a house of more than 100 square meters on the second floor. He doesn't understand how many things need to be dealt with in this trivial life. In his view, that is not a problem, but these problems can wear down his patience and heart.

After he got over the novelty of playing house, he would find it hard to bear the life full of chicken feathers, and the smell of cooking oil, rice, oil and salt. Jing Shu didn't say a word, standing by the stove without moving.

Ji Linjiang saw her mental stress, he found her cute like this inexplicably, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm not a giant baby, I don't need your comprehensive service, I can't do it, but I can learn, you come teach."

Jing Shu glanced at Ding Dong. Ding Dong was lying on the sofa and was concentrating on watching cartoons. Jing Shu tried his best to keep her voice soft, "Then I will wash Ding Dong's clothes tonight. You are her father. You are her father. If you want to do something for her, it is not enough to just give her money, you should make up for the fatherly love you have missed all these years."

She seems to deliberately create experiences and feelings for him that he has never had before, so that he can activate the missing abundant emotions in his fatherly nature. It means that the buds in early spring are thriving and sprouting out of control.

Ji Linjiang glanced at her.

He ate the meal she cooked tonight and didn't comment on her cooking skills.

It was the first time for him to feel such a harmonious meal for a family of three, and his emotions were very stable, and there was no abnormality.

Little Dingdang chattered endlessly, she was very unruly, she took her rice bowl and ran to the TV to eat, after being reprimanded by Jing Shu, she went back to the table pouted, but didn't eat well, took He poked the rice in Ji Linjiang's bowl with his chopsticks.

Jing Shu was hurt by her anger, and every time she asked her to eat, it was like fighting a war, Jing Shu put the chopsticks on the table angrily, and stared at Ding Dong.

Little Dingdang withdrew her restless little hand with her mouth curled up, and took a mouthful of rice into her mouth. After a while, she started acting like a demon again. She bit her chopsticks and looked at Ji Linjiang eagerly, "I want to eat what's in your bowl, it looks better than rice." The food in my bowl is delicious."

"Don't pay attention to her, she will behave like this every time you ask her to eat." Jing Shu said.

Ji Linjiang quietly looked at the mother and daughter who seemed to be in a mess, he put down his chopsticks and said to Ding Dong, "I'll feed you."

Ding Dong's head nodded like a rattle, and he quickly handed his bowl to Ji Linjiang.

Jing Shu rubbed his buzzing head, this little guy was spoiled by her and Uncle Cheng, and now it is too much effort to educate him, maybe he wanted to make up for the lack of fatherly love in Tinker Bell, so she and Uncle Cheng urinated Responding to Tinkerbell's every request, holding it in his hand for fear of falling, holding it in his mouth for fear of melting, so he grew up as a wild child.

At the age of five, Uncle Cheng still feeds her all the time, and she is used to being extremely arrogant.