Yue Wushang also froze and smiled: "Haha, we are holding your hand."
Yue Beibei's big eyes rolled around, and suddenly her two little hands pulled at the same time.
He stepped back and held Qi Luoer's hand and Yue Wushang's hand together: "I like to see dad holding mom's hand. Well, mom just holds my hand."
His little body turned slightly, then turned to the other side of Qi Luoer, and held her other hand.[
Yue Wushang was stunned for a moment, and finally held Qi Luoer's hand.
Her little hands were slightly cold, but still as soft and boneless as she remembered, soft and smooth.
Under this pull, he almost couldn't let go...
Qi Luoer's hand trembled slightly, but his palm was still as warm as in memory, full of strength.
She had been so eager to hold hands with him again. Such warmth was the happiness she could only dream about.
How she hoped it was him who took the initiative instead of being coerced by his son...
"If it wasn't for his son, he might not bother to touch me at all, right?"
Qi Luoer smiled bitterly in his heart.
Why make it difficult for him?
Why do men and women who clearly no longer love each other have to be tied together?
He no longer loves himself, so why should he stay there and ask for trouble?
It's time for me to let go.
Qi Luoer, you must never be soft-hearted again,
If we don't get entangled here anymore, give him freedom and give yourself freedom...
Rather than looking at each other and being disgusted with each other, it is better to forget each other in the world...
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In the Jingyu Palace on Jingyu Lake, Feng Liyan and Keer were tasting the grapes sent by the Dragon Lord of the East China Sea and sneezed for no reason.
He couldn't help but frown slightly: "Who is plotting against me? Ke'er, why do I feel like some plague god is coming to my door today?"