When she was young, almost everyone said that she looked like her mother carved from the same mold, with a straight and thin nose, plump lips, and a small face.

Except those eyes.

Su Jingnian has a pair of beautiful big apricot-shaped eyes, but Xiang Ge's eyes are long and narrow, with a slightly raised corner of his eyes, with a little bit of indifference and meanness.

Exactly the same as Xiang Lin.

There was no one in the corridor. The two of them looked at each other for a while, and Xiang Lin suddenly hid the mop behind him, and carried his hand over and smiled at her.

Xiang Ge was stunned.

Because of this man, she has hardly felt fatherly love much in the past twenty years.

With such a resolute attitude, he broke her longing, her fantasy, her vague awe of love, her belief in family, and even her definition of the person "father".

She suffered from fear, despair and pain, and a huge hole was torn into her heart, like a cold wave hitting ashore, and a cold wind whistling in.

It must be hating him, she thought.

But the man shrank and smiled, subconsciously hiding it, not wanting her to see the mop in her hand, and smiling at her again, which made her eyes suddenly swell.

Suddenly I remembered that at the door of her house that day, he also looked at her with a smile, a little embarrassed, embarrassed, cautiously and pleased her.

She couldn't see clearly at that time.

She was too scared at the time and felt that he was full of evil feelings of bad intentions.

She should have hated him so much, and she also hated herself, who was half of his blood flowing in her body.

But she loves him, too.

The imprint of blood ties is like the mark of scars, deeply engraved into the bones and blood, and the two emotional contradictions are merged together.

Not intense, but very clear.

Xiang Ge let out a long sigh and turned his head to look at Qiao Xin beside him: "Wait for me for a few minutes."

Qiao Xin was a little confused, so she nodded.

Xiang Ge turned around and walked towards Xiang Lin.

The man didn't seem to expect that she would come to talk to him on his own initiative, and he was a little unresponsive. He was stunned and watched her come over and walked in front of him.

He seemed to have become a little shorter, with his back hunched, Xiang Ge even looked a little taller than him in his high heels.

He looked at her and smiled, and the mop behind him suddenly fell to the ground, hitting the marble tiles and making a crisp sound.

Xiang Lin leaned over and wanted to pick it up.

Xiang Ge squatted down first, pinched the cold pole of the mop, stood up, and handed it back to him.

Her eyelashes drooped slightly, looking at his clothes: "Are you working here?"

Xiang Lin took the mop rod from her and stood on the wall next to her, "I've only done it for a while."

"Because of me?" Xiang Ge looked at him calmly.

He licked his lips and looked at her, his lips moved without making any sound.
Chapter completed!