"……"

  Xiao Meimei swallowed her saliva hard, she wanted to cry.

  She just got up the courage to say the opening remarks, and she was so shocked that she couldn’t talk about it. Was it swollen?

   "Anything else?" Bai Zhengjiu couldn't wait for her to speak, and his tone became milder.

  Xiao Meimei took a deep breath, “Brother Tingye has always protected me when he was very young. From small to large, every time I want my father to hide alone, Tingye’s brother will be the first to find me.”

  At that time, Bai Zheng had not returned.

  Baizheng's throat choked and did not speak any more.

   "In fact, there are many more..." Xiao Meimei's voice was very soft, and seeing that Bai Zheng was no longer angry, she was finally able to boldly say what she wanted to say.

   Slowly talked about what happened between her and Shan Tingye.

  Every time she is sad, his company and comfort.

  Every time she was ridiculed and bullied, his protection.

  He helped her beat bad guys, copied her homework, helped her braid her, and helped her change clothes...

  She is eighteen years old, and she has been separated from Shan Tingye for fifteen years.

  In all, the time they really spent together was only three years.

  But in three years, Shan Tingye seemed to be carved into his life.

  Not even Xiao Meimei herself knows how many things she can remember at the age of three.

After the reunion, she didn't know that it was love.

  It was Shan Tingye who taught her a little bit and moved her...

  Love doesn't know where it comes from, but it's deep in love.

  "I want to marry Tingye brother and give him many babies, one surname, one surname, and one surname Ye, so that everyone will not be disappointed."

  Xiao Meimei recalled the good past, her big beautiful eyes smiled and her eyebrows were crooked.

  No one pressured her, but she took everyone's thoughts into consideration.

  In the three years that Baizheng was absent, Xiao Meimei got used to thinking about others first...

  Her well-behaved and sensible, make people feel distressed.

  Bai's hand was tightly placed on the table, and blue veins appeared on the back of his hand.

  Evil eyes, faintly unidentified light, thin lips closed together, "Dad doesn't care whether your child is given a surname or not, dad only wants you to be safe and happy."

   "As long as I can marry Tingye brother, I will be very happy!" Xiao Meimei did not notice Bai Zheng's wrong face, and her eyes widened excitedly, looking at Bai Zheng expectantly.

  "……"

  Bai Zheng fixedly looked at her, his eyes sinking slightly, "Okay, when you get better, Dad will agree to let you get married."

   "Really?" Xiao Meimei was taken aback, looking at Bai Zheng in disbelief.

   "When did Dad fool you?" Bai Zheng raised his eyebrows.

  He was about to say something, but the assistant walked up to him and whispered in his ear.

"You are too skinny. Drink another bowl of soup. Sit here without moving. I will serve you." Bai Zheng stood up from the chair while supporting the table with both hands, and glanced at the little girl who was still immersed in joy. Meimei, her eyes tightened.

  The hand beside him, silently clenched into a fist, turned and walked into the kitchen.

   "Everything is ready?"

   "Yes, I'm all ready, and the amount of medicine is sufficient. As long as it is mixed into the soup and drink, the fetus will definitely not be able to keep it." The assistant handed a small packet of powder to Bai Zheng.

  Bai Zheng stretched out his hand to take the medicine packet, and Zitong shrank suddenly.

  The assistant's movements were swift, and soon a bowl of hot soup was prepared and handed to the front of Bai.

  "Mr. Bai, you can't hesitate anymore, I'm afraid Miss Meimei will notice it."