Break the ring for her!Paranoid Mr. Huo after marriage, he pinches his waist and pets him

Jian Feng forcibly held back her tears, and shouted to her, "Zhao Zhao, are you home?"

Yu Zhaozhao's voice was obviously confused, "You're at home, didn't you just leave... did you leave something behind, do you want me to bring it to you?"

"No! No, you wait at home, don't go out, understand?" Jian Feng interrupted her suddenly, with a sharp tone.

There is a bit of choking at the end.

Yu Zhaozhao was silent for a few seconds, and replied softly, "Okay, little painter, I'll wait for your return at home."

After hanging up the phone, Jian Feng's tense back suddenly bowed, his eyes were red, but no tears fell.

Almost, he was almost too late.

……

Yu Zhaozhao was sitting in the bedroom, combing his hair slowly, the horns were whitened, and the teeth of the comb slid through the long, smooth hair.

There was a sound of panicked footsteps, getting closer, and then the door was pushed open.

Jian Feng stood at the door, staring almost greedily at Yu Zhaozhao inside the room.

After enduring the tears all the way, the tears fell suddenly, and his emotions were so agitated that he rushed forward and hugged Yu Zhaozhao tightly.

He called her in a hoarse voice, "Zhao Zhao..."

The ending was broken and unspeakable, as if too many emotions were suppressed.

Yu Zhaozhao ran his backhand along his back, seeming to be joking, "What's the matter, why are we crying, Fengfeng, did we get wronged outside, or do we miss me too much?"

Jian Feng's nasal voice was heavy and muffled, "Well, I miss you."

How can you not want to.

Days and nights since she left him, my thoughts are deep in my bones, taking root and sprouting everywhere in my body.

"Zhao Zhao, I love you so much."

The little painter is meek and introverted, and he doesn't often talk about love. Everything can only be seen clearly from the details of getting along day and night.

But Jian Feng knew that every word of love had to be said loudly.

Because it is very likely that there will be no chance to meet again.

Yu Zhaozhao's hand paused, then he bent his eyes and smiled, "Little painter, I love you too."

……

Jian Feng guarded Yu Zhaozhao all day long, and when Wan Ning woke up and was clamoring to find her mother, Jian Feng also took her right away.

Holding the little girl in his arms, with red eyes still in his eyes, he coaxed her softly, "Ning Ning, do you miss Dad?"

Wan Ning fell asleep, and no longer remembered the crying and not letting her father leave.

She giggled, put her arms around Dad's neck, pouted and kissed him, "I miss Dad!"

Looking at her pure smiling face, Jian Feng said softly, "Father also misses Ningning very much, with a sore nose."

He will protect Zhao Zhao and Wan Ning well.

Their family will never be separated again.

Dinner was eaten in the lobby, and after the meal, Jian Feng knocked on the door of his father's room.

Yu Zhaozhao walked around the garden with Xiao Wanning in his arms to digest food, occasionally looking up at the closed courtyard door.

Ning Ning is small, but has strong legs and feet, walking around by himself.

The little Jiujiu on his head trembled.

When I feel tired, I reach out to my mother, "Mom, hug!"

After being picked up by Yu Zhaozhao, like her, he stared at the courtyard door without blinking.

He muttered about his father.

Jian Feng loves Yu Zhaozhao, basically he and the nanny are taking care of Ningning, Ningning likes her mother, but also kisses her father more.

When Jian Feng opened the door and came out, Ning Ning's eyes lit up, and she immediately yelled for her father to hug her.

Ning Ning remembers not to make her mother work too hard.

Jian Feng walked a few steps quickly, and took Xiao Wanning.

He told his father about Wen Nan'an, and got a guarantee from the Patriarch of the Wen family that he would deal with it seriously, and he felt a little relieved.

Holding Yu Zhaozhao's hand, her eyes were tender and affectionate, "Zhaozhao, let's go back."

Ning Ning was in high spirits, "Go back!"

Under the moonlight, the figures of the three slowly approached, intertwined, and disappeared into the shadow of the corner.

……

Wen Nan'an was sent abroad.

A mass shooting that shocked the entire United States took away her life. The head of the Wen family was notified by the consulate. He was stunned for a while, sighed, and ordered her to be sent back and buried in the Wen family cemetery.

After Jian Feng heard the news, he locked himself in the studio for a long time.

The shadow clings between the eyebrows and eyes, gloomy and difficult to distinguish.

With a light flick of his fingertips, he typed out a sum of money.

Then he took out the calling card, snapped it off, and threw it into the sewer.

From now on, his Zhao Zhao and Wan Ning will no longer have poisonous snakes secretly spying on them.

The hand that only holds the paintbrush, in order to protect his wife and daughter.

It can also be stained with blood.

……

When he walked out of the studio, Yu Zhaozhao was hugging Wan Ning and coaxing her to sleep.

With a warm expression, Jian Feng stepped forward to take the child's limp body, "I'll come, just sit and rest."

Yu Zhaozhao knew that he always cherished himself, with a smile on his face, watching Jian Feng's familiar movements, he seemed to mention it casually.

"I heard that there was a little girl in the Wen family who went abroad to study and died unexpectedly."

Jian Feng didn't raise her eyes, "That's right, so it's good for us, Wan Ning, to stay by our side in the future."

Let him make up for the regrets of his previous life, and watch Ningning grow up.

"Obviously you are reluctant." Yu Zhaozhao chuckled.

A text message popped up from the mobile phone placed on the table, announcing that the huge trafficking syndicate in Heng Province had been defeated, rescued more than a hundred children who had not yet been sold, and arrested dozens of traffickers.

In the thumbnail browsing, the images of the traffickers are clearly visible, headed by a very kind female face.

No one cared, and the screen went dark again.

Xiao Wanning always likes to clenched her fists when she sleeps. After she fell asleep, she was put on the bed by Jian Feng, and her two small fists were still clenched by her side.

Yu Zhaozhao stepped lightly and walked over to have a look.

He lowered his head and kissed her reddish soft face.

There is no sound in my heart.

Ning Ning.

Mom will protect you too.

Just like your dad.

Give you the love of two lifetimes.

Yu Zhaozhao thought, she knew Jian Feng too well.

——Only by pretending to have no memory of her previous life, her little painter will not live in guilt day and night.