I was framed and walked into the wrong room, and I gave birth to a litter for the CEO.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Fang Wenzhong threw away the stick in his hand, took out an apron from behind the door and tied it to his body.

"Ling'er, please wait for a while. Dad will prepare something delicious for you at noon." Fang Wenzhong finished washing the pot and went around the stove to light the fire. All his actions were so skillful.

She was a child raised by Fang Wenzhong, and the man in front of her could be strong or soft. But his gentle side will only appear in front of her.

He can handle swords and guns outside and has good martial arts skills. Inside, he could hold a knife and shovel and was a good cook.

"The fire is going out, Ling'er, please help dad add some firewood."

Fang Wenzhong stood in front of the stove, chopping vegetables, and motioned to her casually.

"Yeah, okay." Fang Ling'er walked to the stove, picked up some firewood and put it in the stove. "hiss……"

She whimpered in pain.

"What's wrong?" Fang Wenzhong heard her cry, dropped the kitchen knife in his hand, ran over and immediately held her hand to check. "Oh, it's all red."

She was accidentally burned by a burning stick, but fortunately it was not serious.

He put her hand to his lips and blew gently.

The warm breath and the painful feeling on his fingers were particularly clear.

So real, not like a dream at all.

Dad...is he really still alive?

Moreover, all the brothers and sisters who studied martial arts in the Fang Family Martial Arts School are still here.

She had always dreamed of returning to her life in the small town of Qingping, and now she finally got her wish.

"You go sit outside in the yard for a while. Dad can work alone in the kitchen. Dad will call you when it's ready."

Fang Wenzhong lovingly pushed Fang Ling'er out of the kitchen.

"No, I want to help dad."

Fang Ling'er pouted her lips and acted coquettishly to Fang Wenzhong while choking.

"You girl, how can you do anything? If you don't burn down my kitchen, I will be like Amitabha."

Fang Ling'er didn't know how to cook since she was a child. Fang Wenzhong loved her extremely and didn't want her to suffer such hardship.

"I...then I'll wash the dishes, cloths and chopsticks."

She also knew how much she weighed in the kitchen, so it was better not to cause trouble for her father here.

For lunch, her father cooked all her favorite foods, including braised prawns, braised pork ribs, sweet and sour fish, Sixi meatballs, stir-fried cabbage, and an egg and tomato soup.

Fang Ling'er sat opposite her father, looking at the dishes on the table, she couldn't help but blush.

Although these are her favorite dishes, her father did not cook them for her every day. Only some special days are so richly prepared.

To her, this was like...a farewell meal.

"Girl, what's wrong with you? Why don't you eat?" Fang Wenzhong helped her pick up the vegetables. "Aren't these what you like to eat?"

Fang Linger subconsciously moved the stool she was sitting on closer to Fang Wenzhong.

Her hand was holding Fang Wenzhong's arm, and her head was nestled on his shoulder.

"Oh, you are such a big girl, why are you still acting like a baby like you were when you were a child? Eat it quickly, it won't taste good after it gets cold." Fang Wenzhong rubbed her head lovingly. "I don't know how much longer Dad can cook for you. You are already a big girl and will get married sooner or later."

"No, I won't get married... I want to stay with my father forever." She kept shaking her head, and the tears in her eyes slid down her cheeks silently.

"Oh? Aren't you going to get married? If you meet a man you like, you won't get married either?" He lowered his head and looked directly at his precious daughter and asked.

"I..." Fang Ling'er looked into her father's eyes, with obvious hesitation in her eyes. "Even if I want to get married, I won't marry out of the Fang family, but... let my future husband marry me.

If he doesn't want to get married, then don't marry me. I won't leave you anyway. "

Her hand that hugged Fang Wenzhong's arm subconsciously increased its strength.

"Okay, okay, just rely on my Ling'er for everything, okay? Come, let's eat."

Fang Wenzhong held chopsticks and repeatedly picked up dishes for Fang Ling'er.

She released her hand from holding her father's arm, picked up her chopsticks and started eating with enjoyment.

"Ling'er, stay with daddy. Dad will make delicious food for you every day, okay?"

When Fang Ling'er raised her head, she happened to meet Fang Wenzhong's eyes.

Because of his words, the heart on her left chest beat inexplicably.

In my memory, my father is dead, but everything at this moment is so real. Every dish is delicious, and my father's hands are also warm.

What she regrets most is that she failed to save her father. Even though Fang Wenzhong is not her biological father, in her heart, he is more important than Ren Tiannan.

Because there is no Ren Tiannan in her memory. Everything from childhood to adulthood was given to her by Fang Wenzhong.

"Aren't you willing?" Fang Wenzhong asked with tears in his eyes.

"No, I do." Fang Ling'er nodded, then picked up some food for her father. "I want to stay by daddy's side forever."

"Good daughter, my father has loved you so much for so many years." Fang Wenzhong hugged Fang Ling'er's body, his words full of doting and care.

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Shi Yuhuan also found his father Sheng Xichen. Fortunately, the dead men in black did not find him, otherwise he would have been taken away by them.

Shi Yule wanted to share some responsibilities for his brother, so he took a risk and found Bai Shan. It's just that he didn't have much strength and couldn't carry Bai Shan back on his back.

After Huan'er settled her father, she followed the mark left by Le'er to meet him.

On the way, he found Yi Xue unconscious in the corner of the wall.

He stepped forward to check on Yixue's condition. Yixue's cheeks were a little hot, which was also a symptom of being poisoned by miasma.

Although ordinary poison is useless to Yi Xue's body, miasma is different. As long as anyone has obsessions in his heart, he will be eroded by this poison.

When he thought about Yixue's ill intentions towards his father and mother, he didn't want to save her.

Now they are so busy taking care of themselves that they have absolutely no extra energy to help others. He gave up taking Yixue away from here and continued walking forward.

"Aunt Shan, we'll be here soon. Just hold on. Oh..." Shi Yule held Bai Shan's arm and dragged her body along.

"Le'er." Shi Yuhuan heard his younger brother's voice. "let me help you."

"Brother, have you found daddy?" Shi Yule was so tired that his face was covered with sweat.

"Well, I have sent daddy back to Aunt Tingxuan and the others."

With Shi Yule's help, Huan'er picked up the white fir trees on the ground.

In the small room, several of the smartest and most thoughtful people were all poisoned by the miasma and fell into a coma.

Shi Yuhuan put Bai Shan on the ground, panting from exhaustion, and subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead.