Yue Beibei was stunned and opened her mouth wide: "Yue...Boss Yue..."
Yue Wushang unfolded the sleeves of his robe, and Yue Beibei couldn't help but fall into his arms.
Yue Wushang narrowed his watery eyes and placed his jade-like fingers on Yue Beibei's forehead.
The corners of his lips seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Yue Beibei, I told you, I am your father!" [
"Daddy...?" Yue Beibei's eyes widened and her small mouth opened wide enough to fit a duck egg in.
"Good boy, you finally acknowledge me! It's not easy. Come on, daddy will take you to a fun place."
Yue Wushang pinched his fleshy cheek, turned around and left without even looking at Qi Luoer.
"You...are you really the father?" Yue Beibei still didn't believe her eyes until now.
Stretch out your little hand and touch his face, then his hair.
Daddy is so handsome! Just as handsome as he imagined!
Yue Beibei's big eyes turned into crescent moons. He looked at his mother: "Mom, it's daddy. It's really daddy! Beibei knows...
He is real! He is real!
It's really him, it's really him...
Qi Luoer staggered forward two steps and almost fell off the cloud head.
He grabbed the hem of Yue Wushang's robe, his lips trembled, and his mind went blank.
She wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, her lips trembled slightly. When she heard Yue Beibei's words, she just nodded desperately, but couldn't say a word.
Yue Wushang lowered his eyes: "Let go!"
His voice was still as pleasant as ever, but the words he spoke were colder than the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month.
Qiluo'er's tears flowed more quickly.
She wanted to talk, she wanted to explain, she wanted to tell what she had missed over the years.
But her throat was choked and she couldn't say a word.
It's just that the two little hands grasped tightly, and the knuckles turned pale.
Yue Wushang frowned slightly, the light in his eyes changing.[