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An Jing took a step back, "You can continue to call me uncle, I don't mind."

Although he longed in his heart for this little girl to become his daughter and call him his father.

The father who has been looking forward to for nearly 20 years is a kind of extravagant hope and regret in his heart.

"I don't mind, Mr. An, I'm not interested in stealing other people's things.

Since you have already settled on An Xiran, that is the best arrangement, and I don't want to get involved with her either. "

An Jingchi was extremely regretful, and sighed in his heart.

I had no choice but to nod, "I respect your decision. But I have a gift for you."

In fact, it is false to want to enjoy the scenery of Ning'an City, but it is true to want to give her something.

He took out a water-blue silk handkerchief from his pocket, with small jasmine flowers scattered around it.

Carefully uncovering it, what was wrapped was the most ordinary plain silver bracelet.

The bracelet is engraved with jasmine flowers, and the workmanship is a bit rough and simple, so it can't be made by an expert at first glance.

Picking up the bracelet, her hands were trembling with excitement, and she pulled her hand up and wrapped it around her thin wrist.

It seemed to complete a very important ceremony, and some tears filled my eyes with excitement.

"Okay, my wish for many years has been fulfilled."

Little Yuzu was puzzled and looked at him.

An Jingchi, "I personally made this bracelet for my wife and daughter, a pair in total.

It's a pity that my wife had a difficult labor, and the daughter she gave birth couldn't be kept. "

When Xiaoyouzi heard this, she panicked, "The meaning of this thing is too precious, I can't accept it."

How could she take over the friendship of other people's daughters.

With red eyes, An Jingchi sighed vaguely, "For so many years, I have been thinking about what she will look like when she grows up.

But when I met you, I felt that my daughter should be like you.

Today, I will give you the bracelet, and you will wear it to get married, have children, and have a full house of children and grandchildren, which can be regarded as fulfilling my regret. "

Xiaoyouzi felt sad when he heard his words, and touched the bracelet, but she couldn't refuse him no matter what.

In the end, he nodded slightly and accepted it.

After being sent to the hotel, An Jingchi watched her walk under the half-lit lights, and greeted the black car that had been parked in the distance for a long time.

Yi Buran, who got off the car, stuffed the pastry in her arms, and specially took the coat and put it on her.

The bright girl couldn't wait to reach out to flip the pastry and eat it, the smile on her face was full of happiness and satisfaction.

Under the dark sky, the car went further and further away.

An Jingchi stood for a long time before realizing that it was drizzling.

The meaning is still unfinished, "It's great to have a daughter!"

An Xiran was wronged and depressed, and An Youyou stole the limelight.

An Jingchi's attitude towards Xiaoyouzi made her panic.

All he wanted was to force her mother to arrange affairs in the clan as soon as possible, and write her name under An Jingchi's identity.

When I went to the study, I happened to hear the An family couple talking.

An Zeyuan was warming milk for Mrs. An.

"What happened to An Jingchi, I told the clan elders, how can I change my mind?"

An Zeyuan, "I heard from people in the clan that he found a girl he liked a few days ago and wanted to adopt her.

But because he is a person with a foreign surname, people in the clan disagree.Who would have thought that pomelo would be his favorite? "

Mrs. An, "Then what do you say, you can't really adopt Xiaoyouzi, haven't you already promised Xiran?

Xiaoyouzi is the future wife of the young marshal, but what about Xiran, how can you bear the heart that she has nothing? "

An Zeyuan felt helpless, "Didn't I just say it casually, and I also don't want Xiaoyouzi to adopt him."

When An Xiran heard this, he left angrily.

Didn't hear the second half of the conversation at all.