As he approached, Chen Mengtian saw the expression on his face clearly, and she looked gentle and expectant.

Her man knows the most. Chen Mengtian looked at the depths of Jiang Zebei's eyes, and tried her best to maintain calmness and suppression. She couldn't help but feel a little sour in her heart.

Just when Jiang Zebei was about to reach the steps, Chen Mengtian let go of Ning'er's hand.

She rushed into Jiang Zebei's arms like the most beautiful butterfly in the middle of the night.

Looking at the little woman who hadn't seen for many years flying over, Jiang Zebei was also missing her breath and longing for everything about her.

Without hesitation, he raised his arms and hugged the person who rushed into his arms.

"Aze, I miss you so much!"

Chen Mengtian missed him so much, and his voice was trembling.

Jiang Zebei raised one hand and gently touched her hair, "I'm sorry."

Thousands of words turned into a sigh of sorry.

Chen Mengtian leaned on his shoulder and shook her head gently, "No, it's not your fault."

At this moment, Chen Mengtian was no longer a terrified evil spirit. She was just a woman, a little woman who belonged to Jiang Zebei alone.

Ning'er and An'er's two children have never seen such a soft side of their mother.

Mothers are mostly strict with them on weekdays, and occasionally some of their warmth is short-lived. As long as the mother doesn't show off her fangs (bad water) to them, they are very grateful.

They were able to see such a soft mother at this moment because of their father. Such a mother is like a little girl.

Ning'er and An'er looked at each other, this was a scene they had never imagined, and today was a feast for the eyes.

Jiang Zebei hugged Chen Mengtian in his arms, patted her back gently, and silently comforted her, but there was no word.

Chen Mengtian also felt too excited and a little pretentious. She came out of the other person's arms and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

A big hand was placed on the corner of her eyes wet and gently wiped the water that was overflowing from her eyes.

Jiang Zebei said with a pity and gentle voice: "Don't cry."

"Didn't cry." Chen Mengtian knocked his hand down and refused to admit it.

But his eyes were redder again.

Looking at the woman she hadn't seen for seven years, Jiang Zebei couldn't find any change in her face. She was already a mother of two children, but she was as attractive as a girl.

Jiang Zebei's gaze passed over Chen Mengtian and looked at the children standing outside the Main Hall.

Ning'er and An'er looked at their father, and saw that they no longer looked at them with their cold eyes, and a hint of expectation appeared in their eyes.

My father is stranger and is also the existence they have been most looking forward to since they became sensible.

Jiang Zebei saw all the expectations in his two children's eyes, gently curled the corners of his lips, and his face was gentle and cautious.

He glanced at Chen Mengtian beside him, with a little confusion in his eyes. Finally, he took a deep breath and walked up the steps with Chen Mengtian's hand.

After five steps, he soon came to his children.

Jiang Zebei let go of Chen Mengtian's hand and looked at Ning'er and An'er with soft eyes. Now the child is so tall, past his waist.

Seven years, seven years, he missed too much.

"Father!" Ning'er came to Jiang Zebei without any fear of being angry.

She raised her hand and held Jiang Zebei, the hand wrapped around Buddhist beads.

Jiang Zebei was held by his daughter's soft little hands, and felt a little stiff all over and was a little at a loss.

When An'er saw her sister's movements, her eyes showed a tangle.
Chapter completed!