Divorce and flash marriage, CEO ex-husband regrets heartbreak

"Okay, after Tiantian and mommy finish dressing up the doll, daddy will let you rest." Yin Junye touched the little girl's head.

However, when his palm was tickled by the short and dense hair, his eyes suddenly darkened.

Damn it, from now on, if anyone dares to cut his daughter's hair, he will fight him to death!

The cotton doll was quickly dressed up. Yin Junye glanced through the screen at the one in Ruan Zheng's hand, then at his daughter's, and teased, "Bean sprout, your craftsmanship is not as good as Tiantian's."

When Mo Lan heard the compliment, his heart skipped a beat.

Blinking her watery eyes, she looked at the weirdly dressed doll in Ruan Zheng's hand, and the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

Mom's craftsmanship...

"Tiantian, Mommy doesn't know how to dress up the doll. Can you teach me next time?" Ruan Zheng was not embarrassed at all when Yin Junye teased her. Instead, she looked at Mo Lan tenderly.

Yin Junye propped up his cheek. So you were waiting here? It was a good idea.

Mo Lan glanced at the clock on the wall again. Seeing that time was getting tighter, he nodded perfunctorily, "Okay, I'll teach you next time. Now, can you let me rest?"

If I don't leave now, it will be terrible if my great-grandfather finds out.

"Okay, Mom and Dad won't disturb Tiantian's rest. Dad will leave now." Yin Junye didn't want to push the little girl too hard, so after he finished speaking, he rubbed her nose in an extremely intimate manner.

Then he let go and turned to the window.

"uncle."

Mo Lan suddenly called him.

Yin Junye turned around. Although the little girl still called him uncle, he could clearly hear her emotion and couldn't help but feel happy. "What's wrong? Tiantian can't bear to leave daddy?"

Mo Lan shook his head and bit his lip twice as if hesitating, "I want to say...good night to you."

The little girl originally wanted to say goodbye, but she was afraid that Yin Junye would understand, so she changed it to good night.

Yin Junye didn't think much about it. He smiled brightly at his daughter and said, "See you tomorrow." Then he turned over and jumped out of the window.

The room suddenly became quiet, but Mo Lan felt like something was pulling at her heart. It hurt so much that her body was convulsing.

The blinking eyes uncontrollably filled with a layer of mist, which soon gathered into drops and rolled directly down the little girl's pale and bloodless face.

Drops of water fell on her clothes, on her hands, and on the ground, spreading out wet marks. Upon closer inspection, it looked like a poor little animal that had been abandoned.

In an instant, Mo Lan could no longer control himself. He covered his lips with his hands and sobbed loudly.

In fact, she really doesn't want to leave her parents. She wants to see them every day, want to hear her mother call her baby, and want her father to hug her...

However, these are ultimately wishful thinking. She is not an ordinary child. She is the heir of the Di family. The burden on her shoulders is destined to prevent her from coveting her father's arms and her mother's warmth. She is destined to be separated from her parents.

"Knock knock knock." There was a sudden knock on the door.

Mo Lan stopped crying immediately and looked uneasy.

"Young lady, the master said we can set off now." The person who spoke was her personal bodyguard Chen Zhuo, who was also the person whose skills in the ring competition that day were second only to Yin Junye.

On the huge apron.

Mo Lan's small figure walked forward in the night, and the dark and thick night soon swallowed her up.

Lu Mian almost cried to death. Although Chen Zhuo was there to protect her closely, it was still a foreign country and she was unfamiliar with the place. She didn't know whether the young lady could adapt to the environment there.

The master is the same. How can he be so heartless? He was so angry that he wanted to pick up a knife and chase him to chop him.

"Mo Lan, remember what great grandfather said."

When Di Guanwei saw the little girl stepping onto the boarding stairs, his voice was deep and there was no trace of reluctance or sympathy on his dignified and solemn face, because to him, the little girl was not going abroad to gain experience, but to transform herself.

"The Di family depends on you."

In the dark night, Di Guanwei's voice was like a heavy shackle, tightly handcuffing the three-year-old Mo Lan. She nodded at him, her tender face devoid of any life, "Grandpa, don't worry, Mo Lan won't let you down."

"Well, go ahead." Di Guanwei waved his hand.

Lu Mian beside him was not calm anymore, "Master, I want to go over and give the young lady something."