Chapter 472: Warm treasure, I am hurting 122

On the way back, Wen Zhi, seeing Wen Jian’s absent-mindedness, couldn’t help but ask:
Small Jane, what happened?

Wen Jian hesitated for a while, or gave her a book bag to her mother, and made a courage to say, "Mother, this is what you gave me..."
Wen Zhiqiu looked down at the books in the book pocket, rubbed his lips, and did not speak immediately.
"Mother, are you angry? Or, I will give it back..." Wen Jian, though very much, hopes that her mother-in-law can be reconciled, but if she says she will be very upset, she will rather be warm and simple. Don't worry.
Wen Zhizhi naturally saw the hesitation and expectation of the little guy's eyes. When she looked up again, she became very cautious and easy, and she was afraid that she would be angry and unhappy.
Wen Zhizhi gently shook his head and said: "No, the mother is not angry."
She thought that Ji Xubai was always a blackmailer. He knew that if he personally gave it to her, she would not accept it. He then turned his mind to Wen Jian and knew that her heart was still warm. .
Therefore, in order not to let Wen Jian embarrassed, Wen Zhi said that they still accepted these things.
However, at that time, Wen Zhizhi actually felt faint in his heart, saying that he had to be involved with Ji Jia. However, Ji Houye liked Xiao Jian so much. In the future, the elderly want to visit Xiao Jian, she must not stop. In this way, and Ji Jia is still broken and connected...
Thinking of this, there is some embarrassment in Wen Zhi’s heart, but I can’t think of a good way at the moment.
I can only hope to have passed the national test, and then she can have nothing to do with Ji Xubai.
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On this day, Li Yuan received a letter, because the person who sent the letter claimed to be a friend of the classmates before the warmth, and this person was still a young boy, just happened to meet the king who came back from the military camp, Li Yuan took The letter was handed over to the king, and the reason was explained.
After listening to thousands of inks, I picked up my eyebrows without moving, and did not say anything.
As Li Yuan said, it was the same time before the warmth of the classmates learned that the news came back warmly, and invited the number to warm up and gather together.
Qian Qianmo is still very unhappy. After all, he didn’t have a long time with the number of warm reunions. When he came back to Beicheng, he didn’t have two days. He was willing to let the number of people go out to play with others, and Li Yuan also said that the classmate who sent the letter It is a boy.
It’s not so happy.
But in spite of this, Qian Qianmo still returned to the palace to hand over the letter to the number of warmth.
At that time, the number of warmth was teaching the verses of the childish mind, and the right one was to read the voice.
Because the childishness is rarely open, when reading these verses, it is always ambiguous milky milk, and the number of warmth teaches the little guy one word at a time. It’s good to be smart and serious, and learn for a long time. It’s okay to read a poem.
When Qian Qianmo entered the palace, he saw this scene. The warmth and the youth were sitting on the swing under the tree. The breeze slowly blew, and a few warm books were holding a book. She held the book with her fingers. Slim, very angry book, the body is covered with a clean white paper-like atmosphere, spit out a clear and soft verse from the mouth, while the young child looks down at the book seriously. The word, followed by a number of warm and vague words.
That scene, don't mention how warm and beautiful.
It was the first time that the child was the first to discover the return of Qian Qianmo.