Elven Almighty Trainer

Qianmo Ai closed her eyes, enjoying Qianmo Wei's gentle movements.

Now she really understands why those annoying guys keep showing off that they have a father.

"Dad, hehehe, it feels so comfortable."

"Is that okay? I hope it didn't hurt you."

This was the first time Qianmowei had dried a girl's hair so carefully. Even Mirai had fooled her in the past. Only if she loved him did she do it so seriously, carefully and gently.

"Ah, ha," he yawned loudly. It seemed that Qianmowei felt very comfortable while playing, and Ai felt like she could hardly open her eyes.

"Dad, hug."

The desire from the subconscious made her continue to act coquettishly towards Qianmo Wei in an attempt to gain more attention.

"Okay, okay, I'm almost done. After I'm done, daddy will take you to bed."

Qianmo Wei still responded patiently. Children are all like this. It would be better to say that love can last until now without being sleepy, which is beyond his expectation.

When her hair was almost dry, Qianmo Wei turned off the hair dryer, put it on the bed, turned around and picked up Qianmo Ai, who had completely closed her eyes and didn't want to open them.

"Okay, let's go to bed. Where is love's room?"

Qian Mowei asked softly, fearing that if he made any noise, he would make this little guy lose all his sleep.

"No, love doesn't want to sleep alone, love needs to be with daddy." The little guy was so obsessed that he immediately woke up when he heard that Qian Mowei had no intention of letting her sleep alone.

Being stared at by Ai's serious eyes, Qianmo Wei was embarrassed to say something in retort.

"Okay, then Ai, let's sleep with daddy, as long as Ai doesn't dislike daddy." Qianmowei had no choice but to agree. He thought Ai was used to sleeping with him.

However, in many cases it is true that you are used to it but may not like it.

Qianmo has never understood how dependent children are on their parents. After all, he was an orphan in the first two years of his life. Although he longed for the so-called close love from his parents, reality slapped him hard.

Not only did he beat him until he vomited blood, but he also shattered the last trace of expectation in his heart.

"Um"

"Then let's go to dad's room first. Dad is also going to take a shower."

Qianmo Ai got off Qian Mowei sensibly, and then walked towards his room without looking back. It seemed that the little guy was determined to sleep with him.

Qian Mowei never had the thought of rejection again. As the old saying goes, now is still the time to indulge, and he will try his best to satisfy Qian Mo Ai's various requirements.

However, if it comes time to discipline her, Qianmo Wei will never relax her love discipline.

His daughter must not be some ignorant young lady, let alone a naughty child.

The future is a case of failure, a case of failure born under connivance. Qianmo Weishi will never let what happened to love in the future happen again.

"But, you must be strict when you should be strict, and you must be loose when you should be loose."

At this moment, Qianmowei is very grateful to the future for bringing him a lot of parenting experience. After all, among the children he has raised, the future is the most troublesome.

"Phew, I feel really refreshed after taking a shower."

Feeling as if all the unpleasantness he had with Xiao Juer today had been washed away, Qianmowei took out a towel, wiped his hair, and finally threw it into a basket aside.

Adjusting the temperature of the hair dryer to the highest setting, Qianmo Wei quickly blew her hair to ensure that she could meet Ai in the shortest possible time.

Before arriving at the room, Qianmo Wei found that the door was open, and through the gap in the door he found Ai lying on the bed, messing with something.

Out of politeness, Qianmo knocked on the door twice to remind Ai that he was here.

Qian Moai on the side heard the knock on the door and immediately hid Qian Mowei's instant messenger behind her back. Even the expression on her face was guilty, as if she had been found out about something wrong she had done.

Chimo Wei, who walked in, naturally saw this. He slowly stepped forward, sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her head.

"It's okay, you can play with that kind of thing if you want. If you like it very much, dad can prepare one for you."

Qianmo Ai saw that Qianmo Wei had no intention of blaming herself, and her initially frightened mood gradually calmed down. She took out Qian Mowei's instant messenger from behind, bowed her head and apologized to him: "I'm sorry. , Dad, I just hung up on someone."

Qianmowei didn't expect that someone would call him at this time. Taking the instant messenger, he held Ai on his lap so that she could see the screen of the instant messenger clearly.

"Then dad just called back and asked you to meet your aunt and grandma. They are both aunts, right?" Although Yew Shan's mother occupies more of his heart, when he thinks of asking Qian Moai to call her grandma, If so, the yew will definitely explode.

"Auntie"

"Well, they are my elder sister and younger sister."

"Ah, does dad have any other relatives?" Qian Moai raised her head, her little eyes filled with doubts.

She has lived here for too long and really knows nothing about her father's family.

"Ah, could it be that daddy has a girlfriend?"

Qian Mowei suddenly couldn't help it when he heard this. He rubbed Qian Mo Ai's head vigorously and said in a calm tone: "How is that possible? Dad has not planned to find another mother for Ai."

"That's good, that's good. I still want dad and sister Xiao Ju'er to be together." Qian Mo Ai patted her small chest. Her efforts to pretend to be a little adult made Qian Mo Wei couldn't help but laugh. .

But at the same time, she is a little sad. Among other children, who is as mature as her?

Or to put it another way, who needs to be as mature as her?

It is precisely because of this experience that Qianmowei understands what exactly creates this maturity.

After all, at this age, mature children also think about play and rest.

"I'm sorry, love, it's dad's fault. It's dad who has escaped for so many years. It's dad who has let you down for so many years." Qian Mowei tried hard not to let himself shed tears. He closed his eyes to block them. But the tears still forced their way out.

Qianmo Wei doesn't dare to look at Qianmo Ai now.

He was afraid of seeing disappointment in the eyes of this sensible child.

But a warm and delicate touch came from the corner of her eyes. This was Qianmo Ai clumsily wiping Qianmo Wei's tears with her little hands.

"Dad, don't cry, I will forgive you."

Lying on Qian Mo Wei's chest, Qian Mo Ai tried hard to express the seriousness in her words with her childish voice.

"No, it's dad who can't forgive himself. I've made too many mistakes. So, can love allow dad to make up for you?"