Chapter 178: The boss of the final article, hello five

Wen Ruo did not know how Jiang Shaohua took the river out of his father's eyes. The only certain point she made was that Jiang Feng was old. His determination to get the source material is stronger than anyone's, so that it is not difficult to choose a poisoned hand for his own son.
And Jiang Shaohua, perhaps because of the brotherhood, or just push the boat. These are not important, the key is that she has been deeply involved, whether she is warm or Jiang Li, they must follow the script to play this play. Unless they don't want to leave the world.
Seeing Jiang Li again, Wen’s mood is much more complicated.
Su Biqing has taken her son to a new home. It seems that Jiang Feng is very well mixed outside, with a babysitter, chef and driver at home.
Jiang returned from kindergarten and saw Su Biqing waiting in the front yard to shoot the driver's shoulder and signaled him to put himself down. After running a few steps, it seems that I felt so rude that I was too rude, stopped again, walked slowly, smiled and raised my face: "Mom, I am back."
Su Biqing returned a gentle smile and pulled up his little hand: "Small away, thirsty? Mom gave you a cup of honey and water, and now I can drink."
Xiao Jiang nodded from the clever location, took over his own special small cup, and snorted with a small mouth. After drinking and letting go, look up and ask: "Dad?"
Su Biqing stunned and touched his little head: "Dad works in the study, small, and waits for Dad to finish the business and come with you to play well?"
"……it is good."
The three-year-old child will not hide his disappointment. Su Biqing looked at his son's disappointing appearance and went back to the room. He sat down in the outdoor chair next to him and sighed deeply.
Compared with the family, the cause is always ranked first in Jiangfeng. She does not remember when it was time for the whole family to travel together. Sometimes she really doubts that in order to maintain a seemingly complete home, it is not worthwhile to endure it.
Xiaojiang, who returned to the room, quietly and quietly did the homework assigned by the teacher. As if it was a look at it, it was a painting with a title. Xiao Jiang is very serious in painting. The short hair on the left is wearing a suit, and the long hair on the right is a sweet smile. The child in the middle does not need to say, it must be him.
Wen Ruo supported his head on the table, looking at his long eyelashes flashing and flickering, thinking, how many days did not see, how can this child be so quiet? Not at all like this age child.
Even when I saw my mother, I laughed so temperately.
Soon, Wen knows who caused this.
Jiang’s table was silent, and the family of three was like eating a national banquet. The servant’s last dish was quiet, and Wen looked at the young Jiang’s chopsticks and twitched a piece of potatoes into his bowl, then sneaked a sigh of relief and carefully laid the rice, heart It’s sour.
Su Biqing silently took a spoonful of egg tarts into his bowl. Jiang blinked from his eyebrows and cautiously took a look at Jiang Feng before he smiled. He saw that he was not happy, and he quickly bowed his head to eat.
If Wen is really angry, I can’t wait for a dish to be pinned to Jiang Feng’s head! What is this dad? ! No food, no sleep, he thought he was an emperor? ! WTF!
Wen Ruo has not moved yet, suddenly he listened to Su Biqing opening: "Tomorrow I will take a small departure to see my father."
Xiaojiang was brighter than his eyes, but Jiang Feng replayed the chopsticks.
"No."
Su Biqing ignored him, but looked down at his son gently: "Small away, first back to the room is good? Mom has something to do with Dad, and my mother will go with you later."
"Good." Xiao Jiang replied docilely, climbed down the chair and went upstairs.
In the restaurant downstairs, Su Biqing's voice was very low, and he could hear the tiredness of depression. In a short while, there was a quarrel between the two. Xiaojiang gently pulled the door open and slowly walked to the railing outside the porch.
Standing there to see the corner of the restaurant downstairs, the dispute is clear and audible.
"My son is still young. He needs Dad. It is not a work machine that only tells him that he can't do it. That can't be done. If you don't want to take care of it, I will take him back to Dad for two days..." Su Biqing's voice. With a cold insistence.
"He is my son, how do I have a number in my heart, do you want to take him back to your dad? Don't even think about it!" Jiang Feng is not welcome.
"Don't be like this, my dad is not your father. He hasn't seen a small leave for a long time, and he really wants children. Just let the little leave and relax and relax. Are you right?" Su Biqing lowered the volume, as if I am afraid that my son will hear it.
"Get it, your dad never thought of me as a son. Don't think I don't know, he always looks down on me, thinks that you are wrong with me," Jiang Feng taunted the tone of the heart, "How about now? Your mother and son are wearing gold and silver, and there are people waiting to go in and out. What else is dissatisfied? Look at your dad, and still in the old house with big fart, what researcher, intellectual, but If so!"
"Jiang Feng, don't be too much! What you have done outside these years, I have not mentioned a word, I think it is also a home. If you have any dissatisfaction, please come to me, don't be angry. Sprinkle on my dad and the child." Su Bi's voice is trembled.
"...what have I done outside? You are coming to listen." Jiang Feng’s voice suddenly fell.
Su Biqing also excused: "The land in the east of the city last year was originally owned by Zou Boss. You joined the Shen family to frame his son..."
"Hey!" A crisp applause! Su Biqing was suddenly fanned to the ground, just happened to fall in the small corner of the restaurant.
Xiaojiang was shocked from the whole body, and the hand holding the railing was whitish.
The whole space seemed to sway like a wave of water, and Wen looked up, but found nothing unusual.
When I was coveted, I saw that Xiaojiang was already on the edge of the railing. He held the wooden carved column and looked at the crying mother for a moment. Su Biqing squinted on the ground and cried for how long, he looked upstairs for how long.
His dark eyes are deep and unclear, and the long eyelashes tremble, as if they are desperately suppressing something.
Wen Ruo tightened his brow. The average child sees this scene, it should be instinctively rushed to protect the mother, but Xiaojiang is silent, so he squats on the porch and looks far away. What is he thinking about?
She suddenly remembered Jiang Shaohua's words.
- "You are entering a fictional world in the subconscious, and everything is his memory."
If the world relies on Jiang’s memory, how can he know what happened before he was born? Wen is puzzling.
Jiang Feng had long since gone, and Su Biqing, who was downstairs, also twitched and left the restaurant.
She was so slap in the face that she would not go upstairs to let her son see the red mark on her face. He still stayed in the same place and did not move. After a long time, Wen was worried about whether he was scared and stupid. Xiaojiang was slowly getting up.
Wen Ru saw that his face was a little white, but only moved a stiff joint, and quietly walked back to the room.
The little figure went very slowly, just like stepping on the tip of the knife every step.
In the evening, Xiaojiang started a high fever. When the doctor came and went, Su Biqing wanted to watch the night in the children's room, and worried that her son would wake up to see her look bad, and took a big mask to wear.
In the middle of the night, Su Biqing was very tired and fell asleep. Wen was able to hear the faint crying of the little quilt. She leaned over and listened to it, and the intermittent and inaudible.
"Don't fight... don't hit my mother..."
"Don't fight... It's all a small mistake... no more..."
"Grandfather...hey...my mother hurts..."
Tears slipped from his tight eyes, and they didn't know how long it was crying silently. When the hand touched it, half of the pillows were wet.
Wen Ruo’s heart must be crushed by him. How can such a child who is obedient and obedient is the scum boy!
She reached out to wipe the tears on his face, and suddenly he realized it at the moment.
This is the subliminal fictional world of Jiang Li--that means, the memory of reality and the things that he subconsciously expect are merged.
That is to say, in the real world, before his birth, perhaps his parents did not interfere with each other, perhaps hating each other, perhaps once they fell in love... But here, he is the master of the world.
Jiang was expecting that his parents had feelings, so he made up a wonderful dream for himself and found many reasons for Jiang Feng. For example, he wants to make money, he has to work to support his family, so he will ignore the family and ignore their mother and child.
But when people are three years old, they already have memories. The virtual world will faithfully follow the events in his memory, but there are some things that Jiang is not going to face.
At this time, what the subconscious wants to avoid conflicts with the events in memory.
If you can, you can boldly guess, maybe today’s situation is different from what happened in reality. If you infer from the abnormal expression of the river, it should be after the Bibi clears the fight and there is a fork.
Today Jiang has not gone downstairs. What does this mean?
Stroking his sweaty forehead, Wen thought, maybe because the subconscious told him that he could not go on. If you go down, Su Biqing will be beaten even worse...
He was downstairs at the beginning.
As if Wen could see the three-year-old Xiao Jiang using his young body to block his father's violence, no matter what happened to Su Biqing, she believed that it was magnified thousands of times in the child's heart.
The more you think about it, the more you can't bear it. She exhaled her breath and licked her lips and slowly held him in her arms. Boss, boss, how was your childhood so rumored...
Xiao Jiang’s body is still trembling, he is in fear.
I want to understand the fever because he is resisting and resisting the real reality that has happened. Wen Ru is not so worried, gently patted his vest: "Don't be afraid, hey, you are a savage boss, so when we grow up, we will buy their company and take it back. Split it into and sell it, mad at them!"
Wen Ruwei smiled slightly and opened his sweaty forehead.
Don't be afraid, I will protect you and bring you home together.
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