"Second uncle, Xiao Yudian is in a cold house now, which is just right. The old man... Let's talk about it? I think Xiao Yudian's mother and grandma must hope that she can get the recognition of the old man. It doesn't matter if she is young now. Once she grows up, she will always trace the roots to who she is, and will feel lost, lonely, and feel that she will never have roots..."

As if talking about himself, Baoqi's face was a little sad.

"Yes." Leng Xiao nodded and gently stroked her back, "Qi, have you made peace with the old man?"

"Who said that?" Baoqi stubbornly stubbornly and immediately became anxious again, "Hey, let's talk about this first. I worked with him temporarily for the sake of you. I didn't say I wanted to recognize him."

Leng Xiao was silent for a few seconds.

When Yu Guang swept her anxious little face, the fish rod in her hand shook, "The fish bites the hook!"

He deliberately changed the subject.

For the matter between Baoqi and the old man, the leader Leng Da, who is planning, it is the most difficult problem in the world, and it makes him embarrassed than anything outside. In this beautiful time alone, he doesn't want to make Baoqi unhappy.

Some injuries are too deep, and it takes time to relieve and understand.

As soon as the fishing rod was swung, a lively crucian carp thrust into the ice and snow.

"Oh, Uncle Second, you are so awesome! This fish is really big!"

Baoqi has never been stingy in praising Leng Xiao.

Of course, this fish was indeed the largest crucian carp she had caught after sitting for so long. She moved and sat next to her, stretched her neck to watch Leng Xiao calmly and elegantly remove the crucian carp from the hook and put it in the bucket. Her heavy thoughts were occupied by the joyful thoughts of catching the fish.

After packing up the fish, Baoqi had a second battle in Leng Xiao, but he didn't expect that he would just ignore the fishing rod and just take her tightly, hold her in his arms and sit down again.

"I won't catch any more, let's sit for a while."

"Well……"

Sitting in this wind and snow for a while, is it too romantic?

Baoqi didn't say anything, let Leng Xiao hug her tightly, and as the snow fell, he tightened his neck and hid in his arms. This feeling was as if every dangerous accident was blocked by him.

This embrace is her warmest port turn.

After a long time, neither of them spoke.

Sitting on the soundless ice, sitting in the white snow and snow, Baoqi felt beautiful in her heart. It seemed that she saw a wild rose blooming like a flower of love.

Petal after petal, the petals slowly bloomed.

In the sound of flowers blooming, the wind blowing from nowhere raised her hair, and the wind carried the clear fragrance of a man, penetrated into her heart.

Take a breath, it's so comfortable!

Baoqi closed her eyes and leaned against his chest.

"Baoqi."

After a long silence, Leng Xiao looked down at the little woman with her eyes closed, and held her chin with great affection.

"Hmm?" Baoqi's voice was very soft.

Liang's lips moved slightly, Leng Xiao's fingertips brushed across her face little by little, and his movements were doting and light, "There is one thing that I want to ask for your opinion."

"Um?"

Why is it so serious? Still asking for comments?

Baoqi opened his beautiful eyes, raised his head and looked at Leng Xiao’s dark eyes as deep as the ancient well. His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his eyes met his, and he pursed his lips.

"If you have something to do, just say it, pretend to be cool?"

With his arms slightly closed, Leng Xiao hugged her a little tightly, his chin rubbing against her forehead, and his gentle tone contained a hesitation that he didn't want to touch her pain.

"You said Xiao Yudian wanted to trace the loneliness of the roots, and the feeling of no roots... But have you ever thought about it? Who is your biological father? Have you ever thought about finding him?"

My heart suffocated and my breathing suddenly tightened.

Baoqi's originally relaxed face suddenly became tight.

She opened her mouth and wanted to smile easily. But her throat choked and she couldn't say anything.

Do you think? Don't?

This question is actually very entangled. In countless lonely days, in the past when she was living under someone else's roof, she had thought about who her biological father was, and had thought about finding him, would he treat her like his father, so that she could avoid her resentment, annoyance, and annoyance...

However, whenever she thinks about it, she always deliberately avoids it. Leng Kui treats her very well. Although she later learned that she was not his biological child and had struggles and pain in her heart, she still treats her very well. Even at the last moment, she saves her and her mother at the cost of her life.

Every time, when she wants to find her biological father, she will feel a sense of guilt and a voice despises her - shameless!

Is blood relationship really that important? Is Leng Kui's love for her more than her biological daughter, isn't there more than that of the biological father who has never had her life?

"In no mood."

Two words are her decision.

Seeing her hesitation and confusion, Leng Xiao didn't say anything. He just stared at her eyes focused, trying to give her enough time to think.

Don’t turn your face, Baoqi’s breathing was chaotic for a while. After fighting with the waves in her heart for a long time, she turned around to look at him and slowly asked, “Uncle II, do you know who that person is?”

Her eyes were slightly fond, Leng Xiao hesitated for a long time, and looked at her little expression that was not calm on her face, and answered vaguely.

"The answer is about to come out, as long as you want."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, Baoqi knew that he had investigated it.

Wow...

With his lips curled up slightly, Bao Qi's cool gaze shot into the man's eyes. Slowly, slowly, his smile became wider and wider.

"Uncle II, it doesn't matter who he is. I only know that he has hurt my father and mother's relationship, and even... made him lose his life, and the source of everything is because of him."

She spoke lightly and slowly, as if she was unintentionally. But only she herself knew how hard her heart was beating in this unintentional answer.

His pupils darkened a little darker again, Leng Xiao's tone was a little solemn, "Baoqi, this matter..." He was hesitating, he was thinking, he paused for several seconds before continuing to say coldly: "Maybe the truth of the facts will be different from what you imagined."

What was she imagining?

Yes, in her memory, it was the quarrel between her parents about this matter. She knew that her mother had someone outside, and she gave birth to the man's bastard - she. She will always remember the hurt eyes when her father saw her, and the pain like a maggot on the tarsal bone made her feel uncomfortable every time she remembered it. She felt that her existence was a big mistake. This was all her imagination.
Chapter completed!