From chess to watch people is what the old man has always been good at. Four years ago, Ji Rufeng came over and was pulled by the old man to play a chess game. Now, the same is true.

After four years, the young man may not be able to see anything, but the old man has really grown much older.

With eyes facing each other, Ji Rufeng stood up and bowed deeply to the old man. The frivolous look of four years ago was no longer seen between his eyebrows and eyes, but instead he looked calm and determined.

"This time, I will never let you down again."

The expected harshness never occurred, but Ji Rufeng did not dare to take it lightly.

The old man smiled and wanted to speak again. Huanhuan suddenly jumped from his knees, "Boy, boy hahaha..."

Everyone was stunned, and then they laughed...

"Come on." Zhao Jian stretched out his hand at her, Huanhuan slid down from the old man's knee and rushed into Zhao Jian's arms, "Mommy..."

Zhao Jian carried her into her arms, pinched her fat hand, pointed at Ji Rufeng, "Call Dad."

Huanhuan tilted her head, "Aren't you uncle?"

"It's not uncle, it's dad."

Ji Rufeng's heart tightened, as if he was tightly held by a small hand, unable to breathe or relax.

"Dad?dad?" Zhao Jian thought for a while, nodded, and said, "But he is different from sevendad, so you have to call him dad, do you know?"

Huanhuan's little head was still unclear about these names. He heard Zhao Jian say this, Ji Rufeng looked at him with a serious look on his face, and then he obediently shouted: "Dad!"

At that moment, Ji Rufeng felt that the tightly held heart was finally let go, and he was able to breathe freely, but in an instant, it was filled with gentleness like cotton.

"Oh." He squatted beside the mother and daughter. As soon as he opened his hands, Huanhuan jumped into his arms tacitly, with tears in his eyes.

He hugged his soft, milky little body in his arms, as if he had been holding the treasure he had guarded for his life.

The old man looked around, sighed slightly, and his raised big hand slowly landed on Ji Rufeng's shoulder and patted him.

A man must have a wife and a daughter to be considered a family.

Huanhuan didn't sleep much along the way, and now she was a little drowsy when she was hugged by Ji Rufeng. The old man immediately asked someone to take them back to the room.

Zhao Jian's room was still the same room as a few years ago. When he returned to the room, Ji Rufeng carefully placed Huanhuan on the bed. Seeing her sleeping soundly and taking off her clothes with her hands and feet, he looked at her with his arms.

Zhao Jian took off his clothes and lay down on the side, kicking his calf, "You are still dressed like this, aren't you tired?"

Ji Rufeng looked at her refreshing thread-knit sweater, and then looked at herself. She was almost waxed in suit and tie.

"Uh... I forgot, I really didn't notice the fatigue."

Through Huanhuan, Ji Rufeng raised his hand and held her hand. Zhao Jian quickly felt his hand wet and bent his eyebrows again.

"Trust me, this time," he said.

"Yeah." She smiled slightly and nodded solemnly. She came over and lay in his arms with Huanhuan. Her eyes blinked, and his appearance was reflected in her bright eyes.

"Let's sleep for a while."

This time is five o'clock in Edinburgh, and it is already early in the morning in Nanjiang.

Zhao Jian smiled and shook his head, "I'm hungry."

By the way, he raised his finger and pointed at his stomach, "Your stomach keeps screaming, don't you feel it?"
Chapter completed!