Tsundere Star Mom: Teach a Male God To Be a Dad

Finally, he landed gently on the cold ground, layer after layer...

It turned into a lonely and silent snow-white movie.

The snowflakes remain the same, but she is no longer Ai Heng'an's daughter, no longer his favorite little princess...

Suddenly I remembered a song,

"...

Snowflakes are like blooming fireworks, flying freely between heaven and earth, indulgently in one moment,

Why am I left with only the wind blowing my hair and tearing open the scars of my memory?

Let the past slowly evaporate like mist, letting me know what it means to not let go...

…”

It was as if a six-petaled snowflake fell into Ai Qianqian's eyes, each petal melted and turned into a piece of light ripples.

Everyone in the room felt sorry for Qian Qian, who had tears in her eyes but was smiling, but they didn't know what to say. They could only look at her quietly and give her strength.

Lin Xiaoru and Xiao Xiaoxiao looked at each other silently, praying in their hearts that Mr. Ji would come back soon.

…

Sudden---

The doorbell of the room rang.

Xiao Xiaoxiao thought that her blessing had appeared. He was so excited that he dropped the knife and fork in his hand, threw his legs and ran towards the door.

But when he opened the door and saw the person standing outside, his ecstatic little face suddenly deflated, and then he smiled with his mouth full of white teeth. He opened his arms and howled when he came up to him,

"Aunt Gu, Xiao Miaomiao~~~"

I just saw ---

Outside the door, Ji Tianmiao was holding Gu Yimi's arm. The mother and daughter had similar expressions of anxiety and worry on their faces.

Gu Yimi also held a tightly wrapped thermal bag in her hand.

Gu Yimi directly asked a certain Xiao girl who was howling happily, her gentle words were full of worry,

"Xiaoxiao, where is Qianqian?"

Xiao Xiaoxiao opened his howling mouth and then deflated,

"The little white rabbit is inside."

…

Lin Xiaoru was shocked when she heard Xiao Xiaoxiao howling at the dining table---

Mrs. Ji and the little witch flew back from Italy so soon?

Then his frown suddenly rose, even with undisguised pride.

Even if the third young master is not here, but Mrs. Ji is back to take charge, let’s see if those crazy entertainment reporters still dare to talk nonsense!

Gu Yimi opened the door directly and came in.

At a glance, he saw Ai Qianqian sitting at the dining table, staring intently out of the floor-to-ceiling window. Her face was pale on one side, and she was sitting quietly.

It seemed that she was the only one left in the whole world...

Gu Yimi felt heartache.

Why does God torture these two children like this?

Tianqi is still lying on the hospital bed, not knowing whether he will wake up this time, but Qianqian is alone in the face of rumors that can kill people...

Gu Yimi's eyes were slightly red, holding the thermal bag in her hand, she walked quickly and gently towards Ai Qianqian, and Xiao Miaomiao followed closely.

…

"Qianqian."

Gu Yimi placed the thermal bag on the side of the dining table, gently held Ai Qianqian's shoulders, and called to the girl in front of her who seemed to have left her soul.

Ai Qianqian's whole body trembled involuntarily, and she suddenly raised her head and saw her mother's gentle and caring smile towards her.

Suddenly---

Those pair of light eyes rolled wantonly for a while, but they were always held deep in the eyelids. It turns out that sadness can also be contagious.

Gu Yimi gently touched Ai Qianqian's little face, warming the heart-wrenching coldness, and called her softly,

"Qianqian, mommy is here."

Ai Qian's pale lips slowly opened,

"Mommy."

Gu Yimi nodded in response,

"Well, it's Mommy, Qianqian, you are wronged."

The shimmering waves filled the bottom of her eyes even more, spreading in circles. Ai Qianqian shook her head lonely, but replied,

"Mommy, Ji Moji is also hurt."

…

Listening, Gu Yimi's heart suddenly ached!

Her soft voice was even choked with sobs. She gently hugged Ai Qianqian's head, put it into her arms, and said lovingly,

"Silly boy, everything will be over."

Xiao Miaomiao, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but turn around. On her little face that always smiled arrogantly, tears of sadness rolled down her face!

Looking at it, Lin Xiaoru and Xiao Xiaoxiao's hearts suddenly stopped! It suddenly reached the throat!

What happened to Xiao Miaomiao? !

What's wrong with Third Young Master Ji? !

Ji Tianmiao raised the back of his hand and wiped away the tears on his face! Then he clenched it tightly into a fist!

With tears still in my eyes, I caught a glimpse of the flying snowflakes outside the window, and silently shouted in my heart,

"Little brother, you must wake up!"

…

3pm.

The lobby on the first floor of the Paris Hotel in City S.

In an unprecedentedly large and even unprecedented press conference, the entire hotel lobby was packed with reporters from various media from all over the country carrying cameras.

Of course, even if everyone has ulterior motives and wants to break more explosive news, at today's press conference, not only Mayor Ai came, but Mrs. Ji also rushed over.

Before starting, everyone sat in a row like primary school students, sitting upright.

On the side corridor of the hall---

Gu Yimi held Ai Qianqian's hand, her beautiful face was still as elegant and indifferent as before, and asked softly,

"Qianqian, are you ready?"

Ai Qianqian lowered her eyelids slightly and looked at the mobile phone she had been holding in her other hand.

I just saw ---

The screen saver of the phone is a photo taken by Ai Qianqian and Ji Tianqi in front of the Irish Church.

Under that gentle and romantic sunshine, he said to her,

"hearttoeternity."

Ji Moji, this time, I will protect you.

Ai Qianqian held her little hand tighter and raised her head.

I saw a ray of obsidian brilliance shot out from the glazed eyes, shattering all the sadness in this dim and lonely snow, speaking softly but extremely firmly,

"Well, Mommy, you're ready, let's go in."

Outside the window---

The snow is falling harder, and the sound of falling snowflakes disappears the complexity, loneliness and silence of the whole world.

…

When Ai Qianqian walked into the hotel lobby from the side corridor, she saw Ai Heng'an who had already entered the hotel.

He is old, really old...

The white hair that was originally beside the ears and temples has grown wantonly all over his head.

The man who was once the most handsome in her mind has now become wrinkled and aged. He is even sitting in that dazzling wheelchair. He will no longer hold her over his shoulders like he did when he was a child...

Ai Qianqian's heart hurts so much...

Ai Hengan also looked at his daughter with chaotic eyes, and his dry lips could only call her silently.

But Ai Qianqian heard it, heard Ai Heng'an's distressed voice,

"Qianqian, my daughter..."

Dad, can I still call you that?

Ai Qianqian's steps were a little stiff.

…