Chapter 180: The boss of the final article, hello seven

Clean the wound on his hand, apply iodine, and wrap it in gauze. Wen Ruo lifted his small chin and carefully looked at the palm print on Jiang’s face.
A red piece, without ice, will definitely be swollen tomorrow morning. But the refrigerator is downstairs, to get ice cubes can only wait until the night is quiet. Turning to think of him on his back also squatted a few times, Wen Ruo simply reached out to solve his clothes.
Xiao Jiang, who has been working with her for a long time, is not happy with this, and she does not let her off.
Wen is so angry, what are the children in this year thinking? The three-year-old kid also knows to be shy...
"The body doesn't hurt at all. Really, it doesn't matter if you wear clothes." Jiang Xiaoxiao's face rose red, afraid she didn't believe it, and she lifted her sleeves to show her a layer of clothing. Seeing the warmth is so sad, how thick the clothes in the early autumn can be, plus the coat is only a thin two layers.
Since Jiang insisted, she also respected his wishes. Just when he fell asleep, he sneaked a quilt and glanced at it. Fortunately, the red mark on his back was very light, and it was estimated that he would disappear when he slept.
In the middle of the night, Wen Ru took some ice cubes downstairs and wrapped them in a clean towel to return to the room.
Jiang did not sleep very well, and the towel just came across his cheek and woke up. Raising his hand and touching the towel of the cold silk, he shrank gently into the quilt, and the black eyes quietly looked at the empty room in front of him.

Have I seen you before?
he asked softly.
Of course I have seen it, but she has also died once. Wen was slightly smiling and changed the towel to his other cheek.
"Do you not speak?" Xiao Jiang is persevering. "I read that the monsters like you have to live for many years to become human." His mood began to fall again. "If you can't talk all the time, how can you? Do it..."
Wen was laughing, and he made a note on his smooth amount. Stinky boy, you want more.
Xiaojiang is suffering from pain, and he doesn’t know where to look for his forehead. After a while, I was so sullen and happy. "Can you write? If you can write, if I read, we can talk."
That is communication, pro. Wen was raising his hand and squatting at his eyes. It’s very late, the child has to go to bed early and get up early to grow taller.
Xiaojiang closed his eyes and slammed his eyes for a long time. He added a sentence, "Is my dad driving away my mother..."
The temperature is a glimpse. She really doesn't know about this issue. He was only three years old, how could he think that his father had driven his mother out of the house... It was too sensitive.
On the second day, Jiang’s redness on his face had not completely disappeared. The babysitter sent breakfast and did not mention him to go to kindergarten.
When the babysitter came up to collect the bowl, Xiao Jiang asked where Dad went. She slammed back and took Miss Mengyuan to the playground. Jiang looked away from his face and looked forward to the look of the babysitter.
He climbed silently on the desk, opened the picture book and saw that there was no page for a long time. For a long while, he said lowly, "He never took me and my mother."
The younger child knows who is good to him and who is not good to him. He is not willing to call again at this time even the word "dad".
Wen Ruo helpless, touched his soft hair, I do not know how to comfort.
For a long time, Xiao Jiang looked up and looked at the direction in which her hand reached, and the mist of water rose in her eyes.
"... can I hug you?" He insisted on calming.
Wen is hesitant.
This is a strong Jiangyan, so she can't bear to refuse, but... she will die, and she will only have 16 chances to hug. Can she say, let her hold him, he is sitting still? Unable to communicate is really a big problem.
His tight lips twitched slightly, as if he had pressed the last straw and cried.
Wen Ruo finally opened his arms and leaned over to gently tighten him.
Just as Xiaojiang left and hugged her, his body crossed her again. Wen was able to see the panic in his eyes.
"what happened to you?!"
Her dark eyes reflected her figure, and her clear face was scattered in his eyes.
- Lying in the trough, really uncomfortable! Soft heart is a disease, cure!
Wen Ruo once again woke up from the buffer zone. Without waiting for Jiang Shaohua to open his mouth, he would preemptively: "Shut up! I don't want to hear you swear!"
Jiang Shaohua almost didn't get up in one breath, and he would swallow back when he was born.
Wen Ru is sitting in the void of the white, resting for a long time to ease. The first thing is to open the embedding. "Give me all the relevant information, and let me find that some people who don't know suddenly run out inexplicably, let's take a shot!"
The voice of Jiang Shaohua’s grievances resounded:
This world is not necessarily the same as reality. Even if I enter it, it can only be used as a reference.

Wen Ruo turned a big white eye, and there was no room for maneuver to leave him: "If you want to refer to me, be your assistant's duty, other problems don't have to worry about you, Jiang, big, and less!" Gritted teeth, Jiang family will not have a few good goods! This Jiang Shaohua is no better than where to go.
"Well, you have the final say." Jiang Shaohua did not want to fight with her. After half an hour, he passed what he knew about Jiang Li.
Wen received the information and did not rush back, and Jiang Shaohua began to familiarize himself with the situation:
Jiang Mengyuan, Miss Jiang Jiaji. Jiang Shaohua’s younger sister, Shen Liyun, died in an accident at the age of nine.
Wen is like an eyebrow. It turned out that Jiang Feng was not a child born to other women. No wonder he was so fond of Jiang Mengyuan. In the minds of such men, of course, she is much more valuable than the river that the Yuan is out of.
Su Biqing divorced her husband when she was five years old, and her custody was awarded to Jiang Feng.
Jiang Mengyuan is two years older than Jiang. That is to say, when Jiang Mengyuan was killed in an accident, Jiang was still in Jiangjia... Since then, Shen Liyun has been dealing with him all the time, what is the relationship between Jiang Jiang and Jiang Mengyuan’s death...
Wen was trapped in meditation.
......
This time when I entered the virtual world, it was autumn, or the original house, and the camellia in the yard was replaced by rows of tulips. This flower can only be opened for one season. In the coming year, if you want to re-issue, you have to train someone. If you don't have flowers, it looks like a bunch of garlic.
It’s really a lot of money! If Wen is blind, he is not interested.
Su Biqing’s spirit is not bad, and now concentrate on bringing children at home. When I was fine, I learned to arrange flowers, and I painted one or two paintings in my spare time. I didn’t feel sad because Jiang Feng was not home all the year round.
Xiaojiang is much taller and taller. He is more like a small adult than before. He speaks a set.
When Wen remembered the first day of his back, he secretly pinched his face, and the surprise of the little guy’s eyes shot, he could not help but laugh. Laughing and jumping, completely forgetting what the rules are, stupid and straightforward.
It’s just that the days of leisure can’t last long. Two days later is the fifth birthday of Xiao Jiang, and his life will change dramatically after this birthday.
This is the fate of the river, and no one can help him.
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Throwing time: 2014-09-1808:14:462k novel reading network