Ji Tianqi took another deep look at Ai Qianqian, then looked out the sports car window, smiled and said,

   "Daughter-in-law, here it is."

  Ai Qianqian realized that the car had stopped and said while looking back,

   "So soon---"

   However, when Ai Qianqian saw the villa in front of her, she suddenly lost her voice, and the corners of her sweetly smiling mouth suddenly curled up and became a little stiff.

   Ai House.

  ……

  In front of the elegant villa---

  Muruli stood at the gate, and the man in a wheelchair, Ai Hengan, was looking expectantly at the silver-white sports car parked in front of the villa.

   Suddenly, Ai Qianqian's eyes were a bit sore, and a layer of wet ripples appeared on her bright eyes, slowly spreading.

one Year.

  She has not returned to this home where she had lived for 19 years for a whole year.

  In front of the villa, there is still the kind man who treats her as a princess.

  However, the one standing next to him will never be his own mother anymore, and he has also become what he is now paralyzed in a wheelchair.

  Everything will never be back...

  The glittering teardrops swirled in her eyes, blurring her vision.

  ……

   Suddenly, feeling the warmest power coming from the big hand holding him, Ji Tianqi firmly squeezed her little cold hand.

  Looking at the two people outside the car window, Ji Tianqi whispered in her ear,

   "Daughter-in-law, the old man told me on the phone that he missed his daughter.

  Sorry, Qian Qian, I will make my own decision without telling you in advance---"

  Ji Tianqi hadn't spoken yet, Ai Qianqian's stiff body suddenly turned around and plunged into his arms!

  The cold little hands even trembling tightly grabbed his narrow waist!

   Ai Qian raised her forehead slightly, looking at Ji Tianqi with tears in her eyes, her crying voice was slightly muffled.

   "Ji Moji, can I go down and see him?"

  Ji Tianqi was a little startled, and then smiled.

  Lightly touched her forehead and nodded, the dark smoke eyes were filled with soft light that was pampering and distressed, and her thin lips smiled,

  "Go ahead.

  He has been waiting for you to go home. "

  Tears, finally scorching hot and slipping off.

  ……

  Ji Tianqi opened the door, got out of the car, bends respectfully towards the two people in front of the villa, then walked around to the passenger seat and opened the door.

Ai Qianqian stretched out her legs stiffly and got out of the car.

  Looking at the poor crying old man sitting in a wheelchair not far away, his steps are as heavy as lead.

  For a while, Ai Qianqian didn't know how to walk over, even a little panic, a little panic.

  Like a lost lamb, he looked at the man beside him helplessly.

  Ji Tianqi smiled more gently like a flourishing world, holding her thin shoulders, giving her all the warm power,

   "Shallow, don't be afraid, he is your father, even if you lose everything he has, you must protect your great man."

  ……

  The man named Ai Hengan, in order to protect her from harm, has lost all his fame and fortune, and even the rest of his life can only be spent in a wheelchair.

  He is her father, the greatest man in the world.

  Ai Qianqian bit her lips tightly, and there was a faint cry.

  Ji Tianqi caressed Ai Qianqian's back with distress,

   "Go, don't forget to call him dad."

  Ai Qianqian's trembling small hands slowly opened, looking at Ji Tianqi’s gentle cheeks, nodding vigorously.

"Ok."

   Then turned around, and ran toward the front of the villa directly opposite, and the pace continued to accelerate.

  Looking at, Ji Tianqi smiled deeper.

  Last night, Qian Qian had a dream, and he heard Qian Qian’s call to his father in the dream.

  He knows that Qian Qian is kind and innocent, and has forgiven everyone for his previous hurt and betrayal.

  It’s just that this hurdle left a deep and deep wound in Qian Qian’s heart. Even if it is already crusted, it hurts to look at it.

  So, he wants to help her to pass this heart-warming together.

  ……

  In the wheelchair, Ai Hengan was already in tears, and looked at the daughter who was flying over, and opened her arms tremblingly.

  It turned out that this morning, Ai Hengan received a call from Ji Tianqi from Italy.

  On the phone, Ji Tianqi told Ai Hengan that they would go back to City A today. In the afternoon, he would go home with Shallow to see his old man.

Ai Hengan was of course extremely happy, but he soon realized that Qian Qian might not agree.

  But Ji Tianqi told him on the phone that the old man didn’t have to worry about this, he just had dinner ready, and he showed up on time with his wife.

  So, Ai Hengan even ate lunch casually, and then kept sitting at the door of the villa, restlessly waiting for Ai Qianqian to come home.

  ……

   Ai Qianqian had already ran to Ai Hengan, but stood there stupidly, with moist tears on her pretty little face.

  Beside her, Ji Tianqi has also followed her.

   Ai Hengan was sitting in a wheelchair, raising his head, and the wrinkles on his forehead became more distinct and profound.

  The eyes were muddy, heartache and even humble look, and her dry lips trembled, trying to call his daughter.

   However, Ai Hengan was afraid that when he was called Qian Qian, she would leave with such hatred as before, and would not even give him a chance to take another look.

   Once, such a proud man, the mayor of a city, was respected and loved by everyone.

  In front of his daughter, he became a pitiful old man who was cautious and even humble.

   Ai Qianqian felt sad for a while, and her eyes became more swollen and astringent.

  It seemed that a heavy boulder was firmly pressing on her chest, and she was almost out of breath, crying Hua’s face was a little ugly and pale...

  Looking at, Ji Tianqi twisted his stern eyebrows slightly, raised his hand, and gently stroked her back.

  There is always someone who can see all her fragility and embarrassment without any words, just a look in her eyes, and then give her the support of the whole world.

   And Ji Tianqi is the person of Ai Qianqian.

  ……

  Ai Qianqian's gaze shifted slightly and gave Ji Tianqi a responding look, telling him,

   "Ji Moji, I'm fine."

  Ji Tianqi's raised eyebrows stretched out, and then put down the palm of his hand on his back.

  Ai Qianqian slowly squatted down, her crying eyes a little sad, she looked at the teary old man in front of her, and asked him in a sobbing voice.

   "Can I call you dad again?"

   all at once---

   Ai Hengan's stiff body shook fiercely!

  The turbid tears rolled down almost uncontrollably, and Ai Qianqian's rough and trembling hands had been held by Ai Qianqian.

   Ai Hengan actually cried like a child, and answered with so sadness,

   "Yes, can...My daughter, you will always be Dad's good daughter, always..."