Looking at the documents and information in his hand, although Ji Chentian's expression was struggling painfully, he was always smiling.

The corners of the eyes, which have vicissitudes and wrinkles, also have a softness that has never been before.

very nice.

It was really the same as he thought that he and An Ran, the love that their previous generation could not accomplish, was passed on by their next generation to help them realize the inheritance.

Perhaps, in the dark, everything was already destined.

Watching ---

A moving crystal appeared in the man's turbid eyes.

At this time, Ji Chentian was just an ordinary man who loved her deeply in his heart, a father who was forgiving that even if his only biological son hated him for the rest of his life, he would not be willing to tell what happened before.

Just a poor old man who can no longer walk...

The tears of chaos became crystal clear, and a little flashing light was added to the faint yellow light.

----

A girl who had never spoken again looked at their old male god crying and she was touched again.

In fact, Momo is a child with a clear distinction between love and hate. For the person she hates, she will make the other party tremble and chill from the bottom of her heart;

However, for the people she cares about, she always maintains the softest child's heart.

Suddenly, a girl who was standing straight on the edge of the bed jumped around and jumped onto the big bed without any hesitation.

Then---

I took out a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped it on the face of the man who was moved by crying, while saying in a pink voice:

"Old male god, stop crying. You are so old, why do you love to cry more than me!

Look, the wrinkles on the old male god's face turned like chrysanthemums when they cried, one by one, so ugly, and they were not handsome at all.

You are our old male god, don’t cry or cry~~~”

As he said that, the girl's pink mouth deliberately raised up, looking deliberately disgusted.

However, the girl's claws holding the handkerchief seemed to be rude and powerful, her movements were small and soft.

---

The old man who was comforted was amused by the series of comforting words from the little girl.

Wrinkles are like chrysanthemums? Is there such a metaphor?

Momo seems to have a kind of magic in nature, a kind of tight magic that can make people hate their teeth but like it in their hearts.

The boy standing by the bed looked at the old and the young in front of him. He was obviously a little kid, but he looked extremely relieved and cold, and his thin pink lips outlined a charming curve.

Yes, this old man who has regretted all his life is the father of their old man, that is, their grandfather, a poor old man who needs someone to take care of.

--

Unable to hold one, the handkerchief in the girl's hand fell into Ji Chentian's arms.

Rough big hands picked up.

But---

When Ji Chentian saw a corner of the handkerchief and the delicate embroidered flower with four-color petals, his face, which was originally amused, was slightly stunned.

"this---"

Ji Chentian's old and hoarse voice trembled even more excitedly.

Gu Tianmo knew what the poor old man was thinking, and pointed his little finger at the beautiful flower and said:

"This handkerchief---

This is embroidered by our great goddess~~~”

As he said that, a girl had a proud and arrogant look on her face.

"The one embroidered by grandma is with mommy."
Chapter completed!