Chapter 813 (1/2)

Ji Xuehao was downstairs. When he heard the voice message, the whole person was stunned.

Before he wanted to get close to her, she avoided it several times.

But now suddenly came out to meet him, he inevitably some uneasy: ”Dad.”

The youth's clear and moist eyes only look at Ji Qingchen, and Ji Qingchen gives him a look of encouragement: ”go, is it a blessing or a curse? It's a curse that can't be avoided.”

Your Majesty's father and daughter were alone in the room just now. No one knows what they talked about.

And this one before and after, tilt feather had reaction, it is the meaning of his majesty apparently.

So, at first, Qianyu wanted to avoid Ji Xuehao. Now, whether it's a complete break-up or how, no one knows.

Qing Rong also understood the reason. Looking at Ji Xuehao, he said, ”go ahead, man, be brave. In any case, if you raise your head and shrink your head, you will always face it. ”

Think about it: ”it doesn't happen to you. It's so simple!”

Shut up.

He knew that he had offended her just now when he scolded her for being unable to marry on the long corridor, so this kind of war of words was still between him and the woman. He shut up directly, and the two could not quarrel, and the world was clean!

Ji Xuehao took a deep breath, stood up, and his mind flashed over the way to control his breath when he was playing Taijiquan, which was taught by his master. So he tried and walked up the stairs.

When Ji Xuehao walked on the corridor, he saw Qing Yu standing at the door of his suite.

She didn't go in. Her childish little face couldn't see her emotions.

At this time, for Ji Xuehao, no breathing method works.

He came to Qianyu without expression, staring at her and observing her mood at the moment.

The red and swollen eyes seem to be better, but they are still wet and painful. The crystal clear face may be moistened by tears.

On the corridor, there are still some tears on the porch. Ji Xuehao raised his eyebrows, choked on his voice, opened the door with one hand, naturally took her hand and entered the suite.

In the process, Qingyu did not struggle, which made jixuehao put his heart in half temporarily, but he did not dare to slack off completely.

He led Qianyu all the way to his bathroom. The mirror in front of the washstand was big. Qianyu looked at his hair disorderly. He was a little embarrassed and quickly lowered his face.

In the heart chagrin, father how also does not remind oneself?

When Ji Xuehao saw her look of chagrin, he smiled like melting snow on the corner of his mouth, put hot water on it, wetted it with his towel, and said like a child, ”stretch out your little face!”

Chui Yu was brought up by Bella. Bella didn't know how many times she had said such a sentence to her.

Reflexively, Ji Xuehao leans forward and holds up the clean warm water, taps it on her face and wipes it with a towel.

There was also a bottle of milk lotion on his shelf. He took the one who helped him to dip his feathers on his forehead, left and right cheeks, nose and chin, and then spread it out for her.

Tilt feather to close an eye, eyelash quivers gently.

In my mind, I always remember the fact that my father helped her analyze: Ji Xuehao put her in his heart, which was very important.

Feeling his gentle treatment of himself, the tilt of the eyelashes can not help some wet meaning.