Chapter Three.

Qianqian, you are so pitiful! My desk mate and best friend who always cries while reading novels, put down her romance novel and looked at me with infinite pity. She is a typical gentle and sensitive light beauty, even reading a romance novel can move her to tears. Her innocence and purity make me worry that someone might take advantage of her.

Okay, wait a moment, I'll go get it for you.

I am drinking water. I have the right to remain silent on this matter.

One morning, I boredly followed my deskmate to read a dull romance novel, and finally made it to the end of the school day at noon.

This police officer must have a different significance to make his attitude so emotional.

There is still his warmth remaining on my forehead, and his alcohol scent staining my clothes...

I believe that the boys in our class who are in their teens will not be as simple-minded as him.

I check the time and realize that the class time has already passed. Today, I am definitely not able to escape the disaster of being criticized by the teacher.

He looks extremely handsome!

After speaking, she continued to read her novel.

My deskmate disdainfully glared at me and said, "Han Qianwu, do you understand the charm of a man?"

While having a meal in the cafeteria, I curiously looked at her swollen eyes and asked, "Were you that moved?"

He still had no smile, and his brows unconsciously furrowed.

In the era of compulsory education where everything is determined by the enrollment rate, which teacher would kindly care for a student who is falling behind without any motivation to improve?

I... have a backache. Seen his expression of not understanding what's going on, I had to blush and say to him, "It's just a few days that all girls have, the pain will be gone in a day."

I can't even accept such disgusting and hypocritical words of praise myself.

I don't know what's wrong with this sentence. He said to me very seriously at that time: "Don't call me dad anymore, and don't tell anyone that I am your dad. Do you remember?"

In my heart, I responded like this, but I said aloud, "If you believe that what you did is right, then it's fine. Why bother about what others say."

Even if he owes the whole world an apology, as long as he wholeheartedly protects the woman he loves, he is a good man.

Over the years by his side, I have certainly witnessed him getting angry. But even if he beats someone to near death, there will not be a trace of gloom on his face.

Not necessary. I grabbed his sleeve, "I'm fine."

However, he is a bad person. He is ruthless and wants that woman by his side, killing without hesitation. This kind of man deserves to die ten thousand times, yet you still shed tears for him. I simply cannot agree with this pathetic sympathy and twisted view of love.

Do you know him? I only know that when he takes me out, there are always boring people talking to him about things I don't understand, like this morning. But I never knew he was so famous.

Murder, arson, a ruthless bandit who stops at nothing, I wish for your death and dismemberment, and for you to enter the 18 levels of hell after death.

I heard the sound of light footsteps gradually approaching, stopping by my bedside.

If I could choose, I would prefer him to be indifferent to me every day, scolding me at every turn. I don't want him to be so good to me that it makes my heart tremble.

I thought he would leave, but he sat by my bed and gently stroked my face with his fingers...

I lowered my head and reflected on myself.

Alas! There's no saving you!

Qian Qian, I really don't care about how others see me. No matter what they say or do, I won't believe it. I only believe in you, because you grew up by my side. You are the only person who will not deceive me or betray me.

Ask her if she wants to have a meal together. She is still immersed in the plot of the novel and can't help herself. Wiping away her tears, she says, "Wait a moment, let me finish this section..."

This man is so good. He can give up anything for the woman he loves. Unfortunately, that heartless woman doesn't understand...

Han Zhuochen shook his hand at the driver who was opening the window, and directly opened the car door and got out of the car.

Silent all the way. When I was about to get off at the school gate, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the hand I had placed on my knee, holding it in his palm. It felt like a domineering possession, but also like a gentle care.

I nodded in confusion.

He laughed, as if he had heard something very funny.

Oh! He twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a faint smile and asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"

I will go and call the doctor.

I nod earnestly.

Our teacher is clearly targeting you, others are not punished for being late. She looks a hundred times more pitiful than me, and she even speaks up for me.

So I changed the way I put it: "No matter what kind of person you are in other people's eyes, in my eyes, you are a good father, gentle, and loving dad."

A police officer around fifty years old with a flower on his shoulder walked out from a group of police officers, approached our car window, and politely knocked on the window.

Don't tell me you don't know me.