"Uncle looks great in this outfit, so handso!" Jiaojiao put on her coat, walked around Duan Qianyang, and then gave her affirmative answer without hesitation.
The little girl spoke with joy as if there was a light in her eyes when she focused on soone. Duan Qianyang’s injured heart was healed instantly. Moreover, he seed to understand Ruan Jianguo’s feelings recently. If he were in Ruan Jianguo’s place, and Jiaojiao was his daughter, having such a darling little girl, he would probably be even less polite to the pigs trying to steal his little cabbage.
Now that he thought about it, Ruan Jianguo was pretty magnanimous. Even then, he hadn’t managed to evict the pig from his house, which truly must have been hard on him.
Duan Xi finally chose to wear a tailcoat. He was tall, with a good build, so the tailcoat looked both handso and stylish on him. Standing next to Jiaojiao, despite their young age, they really lived up to the complints from the store clerk; they were a very matching pair indeed.
After selecting the attire, Shu Jiao had so business to attend to, and Ruan Hao needed to handle so matters first, so they parted with the three of them.
"There’s still ti, Jiaojiao, is there anything else you want to buy?" Duan Qianyang rarely had ti to spend with his son and daughter-in-law, so he was unwilling to let the opportunity go to waste, and asked Jiaojiao.
Jiaojiao shook her head, fluttered her eyelashes, put her small hand on her stomach, and with her dark eyes spinning, she said, "No, but I’m a little hungry."
Duan Qianyang imdiately understood, smiled, and couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and pat the cute little girl’s head, but his hand fell on another hand.
Following the hands up, Duan Qianyang chuckled. Was this little rascal guarding against his own dad? He could only withdraw his hand helplessly.
There was a KFC on the ground floor of the mall, so Duan Qianyang led the two inside. Even though Jiaojiao didn’t eat much, she wanted to try a bit of everything, so she ordered quite a lot of food. Anyway, whatever she couldn’t finish, Duan Xi would handle.
The three sat by the window, Duan Qianyang on one side, and Duan Xi and Jiaojiao on the other.
Midway, Duan Xi went to the counter to place an order, leaving Jiaojiao chatting with Duan Qianyang. The lively little girl kept chattering on, but Duan Qianyang didn’t mind, his gaze gentle.
Honestly, if Duan Qianyang were asked if he really liked Jiaojiao before, he didn’t quite have that feeling. It was more like a case of loving what Duan Xi loved because Duan Xi liked her, so he liked her too.
But after spending these years together, he genuinely liked this little girl sincerely.
By rights, given Jiaojiao’s pampered status in the Ruan Family, a spoiled girl should be arrogant, but surprisingly, while she’s indeed a darling, she has none of the arrogance. Instead, she seems to possess an exquisitely astute heart, particularly understanding and perceptive.
He was reserved, yearning for closeness with his son through these years, but with Duan Xi’s personality, it wasn’t likely; sotis when he asked ten questions, getting one answer would be considered decent.
Although they were father and son, if you really examined their relationship, it might as well only have a thin layer of blood ties more than strangers.
These years, much of what he learned about Duan Xi was often told by this little girl, through conversations.
Like now, from the mont they t, the girl chatted non-stop about Duan Xi—how he was at school, what he did at school, how his grades were—and it was all conveyed... through chatting.
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