第九十四章(5/5)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       “爸爸？”邹贝抚摸他紧皱的眉峰，安慰著说；“我不怕的。”
                                                                                                                                                                刚才还一屋子暖意，此时有什么吹到心里，像下过一场大雪，残留下的冰渣，狠狠的窜进邹丰心脏，冰冷的疼，他欣慰，可更怕，如果有天，那个人说，她怕了，她不愿意了，自己又该怎么办？再多的手段自己是否有能都对女儿用上？
                                                                                                                                                                “宝贝，汪奶奶还说什么了？”邹丰的声音低沈得可怕，温热的鼻息像雾气般散开。
                                                                                                                                                                邹贝摇摇昏沈的脑袋，低低的回答；“没说了，就说我长大了。”
                                                                                                                                                                “好了，睡吧。”邹丰拍打这邹贝的后背，轻轻的说；“一切有我，宝贝只管做你喜欢做的事。”