Si Ning looked at the time and saw that the man was almost coming back, so she got up and said goodbye to Jiang Lan before getting up and leaving.

Instead of waiting to be kicked out, it is better to leave early.

Sure enough, as soon as she left the villa, she saw Lu Jingchi's car coming back.

The car passed her without making any stop, as if it didn't see her, it drove past her.

Si Ning cursed him in a low voice, then sped away on his motorcycle.

Jiang Lan carefully painted the painting, but unfortunately her hands were clumsy. After the color was added, all the outlines of the villain disappeared, leaving only three colorful things.

But she was still very satisfied.

She took off the painting, puffed out her cheeks and blew on it.

Then he stood up with a smile and wanted to save the painting.

She just turned around and ran into a wall of flesh, staggering two steps.

The man put his arm around her waist and pulled her back.

Jiang Lan rubbed his forehead, raised his head and glanced at Lu Jingchi. He was still the same layer of black. Jiang Lan could recognize him just by looking at his clothes.

She ignored the pain and couldn't wait to unfold her painting to show the man, "Does my painting look good?"

Lu Jingchi looked at the painting and carefully identified it for a moment. He wanted to ask what the three lumps were, but he glanced at the girl in front of him. Her eyes were crooked with a smile, and her face was covered with colorful paint. Give her that face

It adds a lot of vitality.

She looked at him expectantly, hoping to get a compliment from his mouth.

He asked politely: "What is this painting?"

"Mom, Dad, and me."

Lu Jingchi's expression paused, and he had to look at the three pieces of shit again. After a while, he reluctantly nodded.

"Nice painting."

Jiang Lan was so happy that she folded the painting carefully and put it in her pocket.

"But when can I go home?"

She looked at him hopefully, hoping that he could take her home.

She missed her mother's dumplings, the little cakes her father made, the little wooden figures her grandpa carved, and so many people. She missed them.

Lu Jingchi did not speak.

Jiang Lan said to herself, "If they see how big I have grown, they will be shocked."

When she spoke, she even opened her hands to make gestures, and her words were exaggerated and childlike.

Lu Jingchi grabbed her wrist and said, "Go and wash your face first."

Jiang Lan was pulled by him towards the bathroom. She said patiently from behind, "Take me home."

"I don't want to be here, it's not fun here."

"I want you to share one of the cakes that daddy made."

"Dad's cooking is delicious. He knows how to make rabbits, bears, and dogs..."

Lu Jingchi said nothing. He wrung out the towel and wiped her hands and face.

Even if she washes her face, she can't stop the words from her mouth.

She was like a chirping sparrow, talking non-stop about how good her father was, how good her mother was, and how annoying her brother was.

As she talked, her voice became softer at the end.

She raised her head and looked at Lu Jingchi pitifully, tears falling down from the corners of her eyes.

Lu Jingchi's hands stopped moving.

Jiang Lan sobbed and said, "I miss them."

Lu Jingchi held the towel and stared into her eyes, his eyes dark and unclear.

She had just washed her face, her skin was flushed, and she looked at him with pleading eyes.

Lu Jingchi's hand holding the towel slowly tightened. The warm towel gradually lost its temperature and became cold in his hand.

After a long time, he reached out his hand, touched her cheek, and wiped the tears from her face.

"Stop crying." His voice was very soft and his tone was difficult to distinguish.
Chapter completed!