Shen chengjing's little hand wandered around his back, poking him from time to time.
"Uncle, do you know that you're especially good?" She pressed her face against his back and asked him in a low voice.
"Especially good?" He raised his eyebrows, clearly puzzled.
Mo Yanchen felt that he was not good enough to her.
A woman didn't want empty promises, but a man who could support her.
A man's love for a woman was that he was afraid that everything he gave her was not enough, not that he was afraid that you would ask for too much!
Shen chengjing did not have any expectations of him, and the more she acted this way, the more mo Yancheng realized that he had not given her anything!
"That's right. This feeling of being with an uncle, uh, how should I put it?" She excitedly pressed on his shoulder and leaned forward. Her little face turned to his side and looked at him."Uncle is like a father."
"Cheng." Mo Feiyan's face darkened instantly.
