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"Is this enough to make you recognize my voice?" Xiao Yehua, who was on the other end of the phone, asked him in amazement.

Zhou Si didn't answer his criticism, but straight to the point: "Did Fang Xiao tell you?"

Seeing that Zhou Si had no intention of reminiscing about the old days, the girl on the other end of the phone pursed her mouth and put away her idle interest: "She said she didn't want to come back."

"Where is she?" Zhou Si stood in front of his desk, looked at the name lying in the transfer records reported by Fang Xiao's group of people, and said impatiently, "Give her the phone."

Obviously, Xiao Yehua didn't give the phone away, she glanced at the woman outside the balcony: "She's messing around on the balcony."

"Then you ask her, who will clean up the mess of her precious brother?"

Xiao Yehua pushed open the balcony door, pointed to the phone next to her ear to the woman, and said, "Zhou Si, I'm asking about your brother."

The woman lazily stretched out her arms from the pool to support the pool table: "Let him go. I have no connection with my family. If he is restless, let him go."

Xiao Yehua was on the speakerphone, and Zhou Si could hear clearly on the other end of the phone. After listening, he closed the folder: "Then four days later, what about your daughter's birthday? You won't come back? You won't be with her this year." Birthday?"

Obviously, there was only a moment of silence waiting, Xiao Yehua looked at the woman lying down in the pool shaking her head, and pulled the atmosphere alone: ​​"By the way, Zhou Si, I have a performance in a few days, in city C, Rongrong, When the time comes, bring it out for me to see, I haven't seen this little girl for a long time."

"The nanny is bringing it with her. If you want to see her, just go to Lushan Villa to meet her. Call me when you are free and treat you to dinner."

Lushan Villa, the wedding room of Zhou Si and Rong Rong's mother, paid by Rong Rong's mother, Zhou Si only lived there during the Chinese New Year and when they got married.

To be honest, Xiaoyehua should be more familiar with that place than Zhou Si.

After hearing Zhou Si's attitude, Xiaoyehua seemed to be no longer surprised, but she still couldn't help but say to him: "You, Rongrong is also your baby that you have raised for five years. Why do you care less and less? You Where did you put your heart? In the eyes of money?"

Zhou Si paused while holding the pen.

Where else could he put his heart?

As soon as Cheng Yi came back, his heart was so focused there that he didn't have time to worry about other things.

"He, his old friend is back." The woman over there suddenly interrupted, "Someone was talking about it in the company group yesterday. The owner of the coffee shop?"

Zhou Si snorted coldly: "Qiu Tong, leave me alone."

"Then don't meddle in my affairs!" Qiu Tong on the other end of the phone responded.

"I meddling in your business? Oh, yes. Blame me, I'm meddling in my own business." Zhou Si threw the pen he picked up back into the pen container, "Rong Rong's biological mother can ignore her. What's on your mind?"

This is for Xiaoyehua.

"My surname Zhou, I advise you to speak up. My daughter, I can take care of it if I want, I don't want to do it, and I didn't beg you to take care of it; you keep saying it again and again, what are you talking about? The contract we signed at the time Yes, I will give you money, and you will be my daughter's father in name, you won't be in front of it, you really treat yourself as a person."

As soon as she finished speaking, a sneer came from Zhou Si's side: "Oh, you reminded me. I really take myself seriously." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and cursed fiercely into the air :"Grass."

The showers stopped, and the fog continued.

Cheng Yi was brought to the coffee shop by Zhou Si's car today, he was not so weak after taking the medicine and sleeping for a day.Even the steps are much healthier than the previous two days.

He was standing under the eaves of the cafe, and he had just pasted up the small poster of the new product that the little girl Rong Rong drew with him.The color tone of this painting is orange, because the little girl likes this color, because she likes the sun.

As for why she likes it, she said that only the sun can drive away the night, and the night is a time without mother and father, which is not a good time for her.

"What a little girl."

Thinking of this, Cheng Yi couldn't help sighing, and just as he finished speaking, an angry man came up and grabbed him by the wrist, entered the cafe, and wanted to take him up to the second floor.

After he was dazed to realize that this person's back was so familiar, he stood still and whispered.

"Zhou Si?"

"Go upstairs." This time it was Zhou Si who ordered him, his eyes moved slightly, but it was more like begging.

He was full of doubts, but he went upstairs as Zhou Si wished.

Unexpectedly, the person who followed him upstairs directly pushed him against the small wooden table beside the stairs, Zhou Si put his arms around Cheng Yi's waist, and kissed the familiar soft place with his lips.

Cheng Yi cooperated with him in a rare way, he raised his bracelet and hugged Zhou Si, Zhou Si's kiss was not as quick as he imagined, on the contrary, it was intermittent, gentle and gentle sucking on Cheng Yi's lips.

Cheng Yi's hand patted Zhou Si's back lightly, as if he was smoothing the fur of the puppy at home, so that Zhou Si's arrogance that had been soaring in the forest was slowly being sought by Zhou Si himself. A timely rain extinguished.

Until the wind gradually picked up and blew the wind chime at Cheng Yi's window, breaking the silence on the second floor.

Cheng Yi felt that Zhou Si had calmed down and separated from him, so he spoke in a pretty voice, but instead of directly asking Zhou Si "what's the matter", he said with a smile:

"Are you smoking?"

"En." Zhou Si took half a step back.

Cheng Yi broke away from Zhou Si's confinement, and walked to his desk: "You have children at home, you should smoke less."

Zhou Si was afraid that he was going to leave, so he subconsciously reached out and grabbed Cheng Yi's wrist.

"You care about Rongrong so much?" Zhou Si followed, squinting, and asked, "Do you like that little girl?"

Cheng Yi glanced at Zhou Si, broke free from his wrist, went back to the desk, unlocked the computer screen, and looked at the pop-up window with new emails in the mailbox: "Isn't she your daughter? She is so cute, it makes people feel so cute." It's hard to hate."

Zhou Si propped his hands on Cheng Yi's desk, he didn't know whether to put the focus of Cheng Yi's sentence in the first half of the question sentence, or in the latter statement sentence, but he was more happy with the former.Because she is Zhou Si's daughter, Cheng Yi likes it.

But that would be too selfish.

But he still wanted to make sure: "What if I say she's not my daughter?"

Cheng Yi answered the email, and the keyboard made a crackling sound, until Zhou Si's voice fell for a while, Cheng Yi was still trying to reply the email.

When he finally sent the email, he saw that Zhou Si was still in front of him, patiently waiting for his answer.

He just shut down the computer: "Do you want to hear what I have to say?"

Zhou Si pulled away the chair in front of the desk, retreating to advance: "It's okay. I'll listen to whatever you want to say."

Cheng Yi and Zhou Si looked at each other, making sure that he was not angry, then took a paper cup and poured water for him, held it in front of him, and then spoke.

"Are you and Rongrong's mother acting on occasion?"

Zhou Si's back was slightly stiff.

"However, no matter what happens to adults, children shouldn't bear it. You know best, don't you, Brother Si?"

It's been a long time since Cheng Yi called him "Brother Si" on such an occasion. Zhou Si nodded involuntarily, but Cheng Yi still gave him time to react.

"Let's put it this way, what a child can grow up to in the end depends on the upbringing of the acquired family besides the natural temper. Since you and Rong Rong's mother have created a family environment for her, they dare not give her the same love as the environment. ... Isn't this very contradictory?"

"Or think about yourself. It's not appropriate to give her what you experienced before, intact. How to say, it should not be appropriate. And you were at that time, and my parents were helping, but she, never In the end, there is only myself. She is still so young, and she is still struggling so hard in an environment where her mother doesn't love her and her father doesn't love her, just like you."

The same stubbornness - Zhou Si was sixteen or seventeen years old, rebellious and refused to bow to his father's moody life, it was his struggle; the little girl was four, five or six years old, and she was trying hard to ask for the little love from her parents, which was also hers struggle.

The father and daughter are exactly the same in this respect.

"So, it is only natural for you to raise her and love her as your father. It has nothing to do with blood."

"Take another ten thousand steps, even if you have no blood relationship, as an adult who watched her grow up, do you want to see the end of her going astray?"

Obviously the answer is no. Adults have more responsibilities than imagined. Even if there is no such obligation, some people will take it over.After all, there are always more kind people than those with sinister thoughts.

Zhou Si sat silently in front of Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi's every question made his heart choke, who doesn't understand the truth.

But—"I'm just her father in name."

Zhou Si's voice was too calm, even a little helpless, but his quick tone always made him feel a little lucky, as if he had found a reason to let go of his responsibility.

"You just want to be her father in name." Cheng Yi wasn't asking this time, he was very sure.

With certainty, he wanted to send Zhou Si away immediately.

Before, Zhou Si in his heart was not like this.

At least he won't be a person who doesn't even dare to take responsibility, and even feels a little lucky to let go of the burden.

"Yes, I'm running away. I can't teach a child well, and her mother doesn't want me to intervene between them. Isn't that right?" When Zhou Si met Cheng Yi's eyes, the original him seemed to have returned. was pulled back.

"A mother who is far away in the sky doesn't want a father who is close at hand to bestow love on her child?"

Cheng Yi murmured alone, and it was indeed not much different from the pent-up anger in Zhou Si's chest.

His eyes still fell on Zhou Si's eyebrows, and he obediently gave Zhou Si the answer he wanted to hear from the beginning.

"Then you let go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Si raised his brows in relief, as if letting go of the guilt in his heart, but these eyebrows should have a sense of approval brought him joy, but Zhou Si's brows were full of joy. Not much easier.

"You really think so?" Zhou Si's tone began to waver.

Cheng Yi didn't answer his question this time, and went downstairs without forgetting to answer with a smile: "The consultation time is over, and there will be a different price for subsequent questions. If you have time to ask me, why not ask yourself."

Ask yourself if you think so.

But Zhou Si didn't dare to think about it, so he eagerly came to Cheng Yi to find the answer.

In fact, the answer Cheng Yi gave him was the same as the answer he kept in his heart from the beginning to the end, which was no.

It's just that he didn't dare to think about the answer to this question - there are many things that can't bear to think about. Once he has time to think about it, the answer will not be luck, but guilt, guilt that cannot be responded to the child's kindness .

This guilt may have already taken root in his heart.

"I don't think of myself as a person either. It's just..."

It's just that the little girl Rong Rong's eyes are too transparent, every time she looks at Zhou Si, she seems to want to look into Zhou Si's heart.

He can't refuse.