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"-- Later, I will be your guardian."

The voice was cold and quiet, calm and steady, not rushing or slowing down. I couldn’t hear any whistling sound in the tone. With this sound, the air in the box seemed to be suppressed, and there was a cold and cold air pressure. The lower the coming.

The man walked slowly and walked into the box.

He is twenty-five and six years old, his face is beautiful but cold, his eyes are sharper than the cold, and the black custom-made suit looks more and more tall and strong. The warm yellow light in the corridor does not light him. Lonely cold.

The most shocking thing is that the man's temperament is too sharp and sharp, his eyes are cold and deep, and everyone is confronted with his sharp bottomless scorpion, and there is a kind of blade that sees the **** of death. The feeling of heart, scared to quickly escape, do not dare to look again.

He looked at the whole box, but in the eyes of the indifferent, it was like, no one was seen.

The man strode forward, the waiter and manager of the hotel rushed to the back, a pair of face-in-the-middles who wanted to stop but did not dare to stop, his face whitened and wiped with cold sweat, a small step.

The entire box, all in the silence of fear, everyone can not help but hold their breath, the heart seems to have become afraid to beat, only low crying, still ringing.

- The person who is crying is a vegetarian.

In the next moment, the eyes of the people were like fierce men. The steps suddenly accelerated. A few steps went to the little girl who was sitting in the chair and crying with red eyes. Instead, she took off her suit jacket and wrapped her on her back.

"No," she twitched. "Hot..."

As soon as she opened her voice, it seemed that the spring breeze blew through the cold winter land, dispelling the cold clouds and spilling the warm sun, reviving the frozen numb limbs and bringing warmth.

The cold in the box, the blink of an eye was dispelled and clean.

The man spoke up and whispered softly: "It’s raining outside, cold."

The little girl raised her red eyes and stared at him blankly.

The man's face was softer and thicker. He squatted in the knees and squatted in front of the little girl. He raised his hand one by one to help her tie the button: "What to cry."

She sucked her nose hard and said with a cry: "He hit my mother again!"

Man gently wiped the tears of her cheeks, eyes soft, whispered: "Then to beat him, I can help you beat."

It seems that all the strong support is strong. When I hear the man's words, it instantly collapses. The little girl trembles and throws into the man's arms and burst into tears.

I want a weak little hedgehog, the age is too small, and the spikes have not yet grown. I have to use a needle that I barely put into my body to act as a bodyguard. When I live in her wolf, I only show the fierceness to outsiders.

However, the two needles were sharp and fierce, and the inside was also inserted into her own body. The sharp edge of the sharp puncture was weak and bloody.

The man stretched out his hand and pulled out the spike. He took out the wounded inside, carefully put it into his heart, and used her flesh and blood to protect her, resisting all the wind knife and frost, snow and ice.

"He is not my father! My father... can't beat me like that..."

"He is not your father. In the future, no one can beat you."

"I won't let him beat my mother in the future!"

"Well, no one can play in the future."

"Don't let him go, don't let him go!"

"Reassured, he will be severely punished and will never let him go."

He whispered softly, and his face was cold and cold, and it was cold armor. In the dark world of the wind and frost, he touched the softness of no one inside, and he was carefully guarded in his arms.

In the whole box, there is no sound, no matter whether it is a master professor or a student waiter, they are all staring at each other.