Yuebei was stunned, opened her mouth and said, "Month ... month boss ..."

Yue Wubei's robes and sleeves were unfolded, and Yue Beibei could not help but reach him.

Yue Wu's eyes were sloppy and steamy, and her jade-like fingers were a bit on Yue Beibei's forehead.

The corners of her lips seemed to smile: "Yue Beibei, I said, I'm your father!"

"Daddy ...?" Yuebei widened her eyes. A small mouth can stuff a duck egg.

"Good boy, you finally recognize me! It's not easy, go, Dad takes you to a fun place."

Yue Wuyi squeezed his fleshly face without looking at Qi Luoer, then turned and walked away.

"You ... Are you really a dad?" Yuebei didn't believe her eyes until then.

He reached out his hand and touched his face, then his hair.

Dad is so handsome! As handsome as he imagined!

Yuebei's big eyes bent into a crescent. He looked at his mother: "Mom, it's father, it's really father! Beibei knows ...

He is true! He is true!

It's him, it's him ...

Zi Luoer took two steps forward, almost falling down.

He grabbed the robe of Yue Wuyi's robe, his lips trembling, and his brain was blank.

She wanted to cry and laugh, her lips trembling slightly. Hearing Yuebei's words just nodded desperately. But he couldn't say a word.

Yue Wuyan looked down: "Let go!"

His voice was still so nice, but what he said was colder than the cold wind of the winter moon.

Qi Luoer burst into tears more quickly.

She wants to talk, to explain, to tell about her thoughts over the years.

But with her throat choked, she couldn't say a word.

Only the two small hands grasped tightly, and the knuckles became pale.

Yue Wuyi frowned slightly, the light in her eyes fluctuated.

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