Chapter 1601 You are my belief (13)
But Cecia is a hard-hearted angel, and he will not let go of his mouth just because he is pitiful.
Just rubbed his little head viciously and messed up his hair.
After making it look like a chicken coop, he withdrew his hand in satisfaction.
There is no sense of guilt at all.
The young man buried himself in her arms, lowered his head, obediently.
I stopped crying.
His small mouth is slightly pursed, his eyes are red, like a soft and deceitful little daughter-in-law.
Unspeakably obedient, and a little sticky.
Cesia looked at the bristling hair on his little head, and poked his forehead with his hand.
His temper is really good, even if his head is poked, he doesn't cry.
Stupid, as if she was short-sighted, as if she would count the money carefully for her after being sold.
Meticulous.
Cecia raised her lips slightly.
After being oppressed for a long time, I suddenly feel like a peasant turned into a landlord...
It's simply not too good.
The evil Cecia angel slowly rubbed his little head.
Little by little, the meaningful smile gradually deepened.
Really, really bad.
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Nine o'clock in the evening, going to bed.
The silly little boy carefully placed his angel doll on his bed after taking a bath.
When Ji Chuchu came in to see, he found that he was covering the angel doll with a quilt very seriously, and even put a pillow for the doll.
He seemed to really treat the doll as a person, talking to himself, and gave the doll a name—Cecia.
The little boy carefully covered the doll with a quilt, and then raised his head.
Seeing Ji Chuchu standing there, he stared at her quietly.
There is always an indescribable feeling in the look revealed in those light golden clean eyes.
There seems to be a thick wall between and her.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break the barrier of that wall, and couldn't get close.
It's a strange feeling.
Ji Chuchu couldn't help but took a step back.
Being quietly watched by his eyes, for some reason, she was a little nervous.
There is an indescribable sense of tension and fear.
That feeling seems to be innate.
He was not close to her by nature, and even had an invisible sense of oppression towards her.
Not obvious, but still palpable—
He and she seem to be from different worlds.
Ji Chuchu moved her lips, thinking about whether to say something to break this strange and strange stare at each other.
The young boy suddenly raised his hand and touched his forehead.
When you look closely, you will find that the area on the forehead is a little red, as if it was knocked hard by someone.
"..." He pursed his red lips and looked away.
Lie down like a well-behaved and gentle bunny.
The whole body was buried in the arms of the angel doll.
Holding it softly, the little head is still arching in the doll's arms.
It seems that he is acting like a baby with his angel doll, and acting like a good boy.
Being closer to a lifeless doll than to her mother.
It seems that the doll is his relative, and the doll is his everything.
There is only the doll in his eyes, and no one else.
Ji Chuchu looked at his rare childish appearance, and at the same time her heart softened, and at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a little sour.
Sour and bitter.
She sat on the edge of the bed, gently tucked the quilt for him, and couldn't help asking: "Xiao Che... you really like dolls, don't you?"
(end of this chapter)