1231: C1231 A Gift for His Daughter

C1231 A Gift for His Daughter

After saying that, Fu Yan hugged Mianmian and held the little guy's hands, making her bend towards Pei Shangyu.

"This is my godfather." He said to Mianmian. "Look, isn't he not as handsome as me?"

The surrounding classmates were all laughing, but Pei Shangyu's Adam's apple was rolling. He did not know what to say for a moment.

He turned his head and looked at Beiming Yubai. He saw that she also seemed to be looking at him in a trance. Their gazes wanted to meet, but they quickly moved away from each other.

"Lingyu, don't be embarrassed!" Fu Yan said and pulled Mianmian's hand out. "Where is the meeting gift from godfather to goddaughter?"

Pei Shangyu was stunned. Then he thought of something and took out a round medal from his pocket.

He was still not used to the change of roles at this moment. He only said a little dryly. "Mianmian, my godfather gave it to you."

"What is this?" Fu Yan was puzzled. He raised Mianmian's small hand to look.

It was a black gold medal with orchids engraved on it. There was also a circle of letters. But he didn't know what was written on it.

Fu Yan had seen a lot of things, but he had never seen such a medal.

Pei Shangyu simply explained, "It was given to me by an old lady."

Back then, when he first went on a mission, he saved an old lady and her grandson.

He carried the old lady and the old lady's grandson away from the chaotic area. After settling the two of them down, the old lady handed the medal to him and let him keep it well, but she never told him about the origin of the medal.

Perhaps this was the first time he had gone on a mission and experienced a cruel and bloody experience. However, after the bloody end, he did something that he thought was right.

Therefore, Pei Shangyu had always felt that this medal represented the conscience that had yet to be completely extinguished in the depths of his heart.

Now, the commission in his card was getting higher and higher. He saw the constantly increasing number, but it was not as happy as when he first obtained this medal.

Mianmian's smile was pure. He did not want to give her anything else. Only this medal was perhaps the only thing he could give.

At this moment, the little guy held the medal and instinctively put it into his mouth.

Beiming Yubai quickly came over and smiled. "Mianmian, this is a gift from Godfather. You can't eat it, you can't bite it."

The little guy did not know whether he understood or not and did not eat it. Instead, he stretched out his arm towards Pei Shangyu and laughed with all his might.

She was still young, her little face was round, and her arms were full of meats. It was like a lotus root, and looked exceptionally cute.

Pei Shangyu felt that a certain part of his heart had been lit up by such a pure smile. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

He carried Mianmian over and looked at the girl's skin that could be blown and torn. He could not help but approach and gently kiss her.

At this moment, the smooth feeling of an egg being peeled suddenly touched his lips. The petals exploded. Pei Shangyu felt as if he had forgotten to breathe. He couldn't help but kiss her again.

Mianmian immediately giggled and reached out to pat Pei Shangyu's face.

She seemed to find it fun to pat his face. So she smiled and patted him.

When Beiming Yubai saw that, she hurriedly said, "Mianmian, you can't pat your godfather anymore. Patting your face is not polite."

Pei Shangyu did not feel anything at all. The little fellow's small hands were soft and fleshy. The force that landed on his face was very light. He looked at her smile and connived, "It's alright. If Mianmian likes it, then just pat it!"

When Beiming Yubai heard this, there was a subtle and complicated feeling in her heart.

Once, she also thought about what would he look like if she and Pei Shangyu had their own baby.

But now, she had a baby. But it wasn't his, but he still had a look of indulgence and indulgence.2

His heart instantly felt sour. If they didn't separate, how good would that be...

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