She is the moonlight in the dark night

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Ji Yingying's voice was flat, as if she was stating an ordinary fact.

Huo Zheng didn't speak, but looked at Ji Yingying who was standing in front of him.She was wearing a light gray coat and a milky white scarf, which seemed to only block the wind and not be thick.

This was the first time in three years that he saw her face to face.

Not through windows, through video, through photos.

In just three years, she seemed to have changed.

Still gentle, but very firm, as if no force in this world could destroy her current life.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

He spoke, his voice hoarse as if it had been polished with sandpaper.

As the night wind blew, he frowned slightly, clenched his hands into fists, pressed them to his lips and coughed.

Ji Yingying looked at him for a moment, then suddenly said, "You should remember everything?"

Huo Zheng's eyes were dark, and a melancholy atmosphere naturally exuded from his body.

"You knew already?"

"I didn't know before. Seeing you like this is just a guess."

Ji Yingying lowered her head and glanced at the watch on her wrist, she might be running out of time, and the neighbor's aunt said she would go back before ten o'clock.

So she cut it short, "I know I signed the contract, but the situation is different, you should know that I didn't do those things."

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at Huo Zheng with doubts.

Huo Zheng gave a soft "um" and never took his eyes off her.

"Since that's the case, it's great. I really don't want to explain to you the old sesame and rotten millet again."

She said, "Since I don't owe you anything, I want the custody to be with me. You can come to visit occasionally, or you can pick them up on weekends, but the custody must be with me."

Huo Zheng was stunned, and when he heard the back, it seemed like he was dreaming.

His throat suddenly felt a little dry, and he asked very uncertainly, "Can I see them?"

"Of course, you are the father."

From the very beginning, Ji Yingying never wanted to deny the identity of Huo Zheng's father.

Huo Zheng took a step closer, his thin lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

Ji Yingying interrupted him gently, "At four o'clock on Sunday night, you have time to come..."

"it is good."

Huo Zheng didn't even hear what he was going to do, and immediately agreed to her invitation.

Ji Yingying closed her voice, "Okay, at four o'clock on Thursday night, I will prepare some food at home, and you can just come over and order."

After finishing speaking, she ignored Huo Zheng, who was hesitant to speak, "Sorry, I still have something to do, let's go first. See you at four o'clock on weekends. If you don't come, please call me in advance."

Ji Yingying turned around and left. Her home was still 5 minutes away, and she was just in time to pick up her aunt's shift when she rushed back.

She didn't even look at Huo Zheng behind her, her footsteps were flying like an arrow, and she rushed towards home.

Ten minutes later, Ji Yingying stood by the door and sent the neighbor's aunt away.

The neighbor's aunt lived upstairs, so Ji Yingying could just deliver it to her door.

The children were already asleep, and Ji Yingying's voice was very low, insisting on giving her the newly bought hand cream.

"Today is my personal reason. I kept you up until now. I bought an extra bottle of hand cream. You can take it away."

The neighbor's aunt refused several times, but she didn't.

Finally, she carried the hand cream and went upstairs.

Ji Yingying closed the door and returned to the two children's room. She sat on the chair in the middle of the two small beds, looked at them who were like angels, and a warm smile flashed in her eyes.

She originally thought that Huo Zheng would fight for her custody, but he didn't seem to have such an idea.Ji Yingying felt relieved. She touched the soft faces of the children, got up and left, and closed the door of the house.
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weekend afternoon.

Huo Zheng knocked on Ji Yingying's door on time. Ji Yingying turned her head and glanced at the watch on the wall, and saw that the pointer was pointing to four o'clock.

He is very punctual.

She came to the door and opened it for him.

"Please come in."

Yu Shu didn't come, and Ji Yingying also noticed that Huo Zheng didn't take a cane today.She didn't know why Huo Zheng didn't hold his cane all of a sudden, and she wasn't interested in asking.

Apart from their children, Ji Yingying doesn't want to have any interaction with him now.

The two children sat at the dining table, looking curiously at the stranger at the door.They have seen Uncle Chu, Uncle Yin, and Grandpa. They are all men, but no man has ever looked at them with such deep eyes.

Children don't understand, and they don't understand the emotions in the man's eyes, but they just feel a little strange and can't help feeling a little nervous.

Ji Yingying noticed that the two usually lively babies had become taciturn at this moment. When she turned her head, she saw Jiamu and Jiahe blinking their big eyes at Huo Zheng with curiosity and fear.

So she walked behind the children and put her hands on their shoulders, "It's Dad."

Huo Zheng, who has experienced countless ups and downs, was a little nervous looking at the two children who were as soft as glutinous rice balls. They were his and Ji Yingying's children.

There seemed to be a corner in Huo Zheng's heart, which collapsed softly like melted cotton candy.

He took out the gifts for the two children, each with a cute plush toy, the same style, but different colors.

The two children subconsciously grabbed the hem of their mother's clothes. Ji Yingying rubbed their little heads and said softly: "Did you forget? Mom often tells you that Dad is busy with work and has never been able to come to see you. Now he has It's time."

Huo Zheng glanced at her. He didn't expect Ji Yingying to tell the child that.

Sure enough, the two children suddenly remembered.First, Ji Jiamu jumped off the chair, then approached Huo Zheng like a beast, "Are you my father?"

The boy combed his short hair around his ears, and the hair on his head was softly attached to the top of his head. When he raised his head to look at him, his clear eyes reminded him of Ji Yingying back then.

"Well, Jiamu..."

He had known the existence of these two children for a long time and had seen the photos, but he never thought that there would be a day when he would stand in front of them and call out their names.

Ji Jiamu hugged Huo Zheng excitedly, as if hugging a new toy.

"father!"

He shouted crisply, feeling that he finally got the father that everyone in the fairy tale book has.

In the book, it seems that every child has a mother and a father. He and Jiahe have always been different. They only have a mother and no father.

When I asked my mother, my mother kept saying that my father was too busy with work.

This time, they finally have a father.

Seeing his brother, Ji Jiahe also ran over on his short legs, but was picked up by Huo Zheng who squatted down.

"Dad! I'm Jiahe!"

"Ah."

Standing behind the dining table, Ji Yingying looked at the two children jumping for joy. She felt sour in her heart, and her eyes were a little hot. She quickly looked away and walked into the kitchen in a disguised manner.

No child's childhood should be incomplete. The matter between her and Huo Zheng still affected the two children after all.

Huo Zheng watched her slender figure disappear behind the kitchen door. He touched the faces of the two children, "Can you play with the dolls first?"

After finishing speaking, he let go of the child with some reluctance, stood up with difficulty, and walked to the kitchen...