Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

Meng Yutang didn't move, Zhou Beicheng looked into her eyes, and there was a faint smell of tobacco on the tip of his nose.

But he knew it wasn't from Meng Yutang, it should be left on Lin Kong's clothes.

When he just threw away the cigarette butt for her, it was dry, and Meng Yutang didn't smoke at all.

But he still couldn't help frowning, and it annoyed him that she smelled of other men's tobacco.

"cigarette……"

He only had time to say a word, when Meng Yutang suddenly lowered his eyes and knocked his small head forward on his chest.

He was stunned, and his heart was in a state of disarray in an instant, and all anger and annoyance were instantly forgotten.

He withdrew his hand and wanted to hug her, but this posture was a bit strange, and he didn't dare to move, so he let Meng Yutang put his head on his chest and gently put one hand behind her head.

Fortunately, Meng Yutang got up soon, but Zhou Beicheng's back was also a little stiff.

It was only when Meng Yutang raised his eyes to meet his that he realized his posture, and couldn't help but smile.

Watching her slowly straighten up and sit next to her, Zhou Beicheng felt that all the frustrations in his heart disappeared. When she was happy, he was happy.

He raised his hand to pull her hand over, and looked down at the fingers that had no traces.

"Does it still hurt?"

Meng Yutang shook his head.

Zhou Beicheng gently held that hand and pulled her into his arms to hug her.

Meng Yutang was taken aback for a moment, then moved his head and gently took a breath of Zhou Beicheng's scent, which inexplicably reassured her.

Zhou Beicheng hugged the quiet child in his arms, and raised his hand to put her clothes away so that the wind wouldn't get in.

"unhappy?"

He could clearly sense that the girl was not in a high mood.

Meng Yutang moved: "No."

Not unhappy, just feeling a little bored.

She didn't know how to say it herself.

Zhou Beicheng hugged her tightly, knowing that she might not want to say more, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Meng Yutang looked down at her hand being gently held by Zhou Beicheng, and the little hand wrapped in the palm was warm.

Her eyes dimmed.

I have a question in my heart.

Endured and endured, but still said it.

This is the first time she wants to ask this question so much.

"Your grandpa doesn't like me?"

The girl's soft words floated into his ears, and Zhou Beicheng panicked, feeling extremely distressed.

Even with her light tone, he almost knew how much Meng Yutang wanted to know before asking, and she would never ask such a question.

Zhou Beicheng hugged her tightly and rubbed her face distressedly.

"He's not important."

Meng Yutang let out a soft oh.

But what she actually wanted to ask was why.

She grew up so much that she seemed to have been disliked all her life. She never asked before, and those things were not so important to her later.

For the first time she wondered why, she wondered why wouldn't she like her?

She wanted to know because it was his family.

Even though they didn't have that relationship, she thought, she wanted to know why.

Meng Yutang silently did not speak any more.

Looking at the distance, Zhou Beicheng's eyes became particularly deep.

The old man is just a lesson from the past. Those people in the Zhou family may say what to say about her behind their backs. He will never let her be wronged like this again.

He wants those people to completely dare not say those words, even behind their backs!

His children will be happy in the future, not because some people become wronged and sad!

This kind of thing will never happen again in the future, absolutely not!