Chapter 117: Xiaoli, Uncle Rong wants to be jealous.

"But I miss you."
Liu Xiaoli glared at her: "Then you have to go!"
"I have something to do."
Liu Wei explained to his son: "It is very important to have a case. I am secretly investigating in another place. It is not convenient to bring you. But I promise that I can come back for two or three months. In the middle, I will take time occasionally. Come back to see you, okay?"
If the former mother said so, Xiaoli must say badly, even if the mother kisses him again, he insists on following the mother and will not give in.
However, the mother has already passed once, and has already suffered a child who has lost a pain, but she does not dare to have too many requests. He is afraid that he will ask too much. When the mother walks away, she will not come back.
Finally hesitating, Xiaoli’s little hand unconsciously grabbed Liu Wei’s clothes and buried his head and asked:
Is that child missing?

"Yes."
Xiaoli’s hand tightened tightly:
Why do you have to go to the dark to investigate? Uncle Uncle has a lot of powerful people, they can also go.

"But they don't understand medicine and are likely to miss some evidence."
Xiaoli is silent.
Liu Wei touched his son's head and said, "If you are taken away, I must be very anxious. Then you think about the parents and relatives of the children. Are you not in a hurry? They are younger than you, one or two years old. Being taken away, so small, no family care, but in the hands of a group of bad people, at any time threatened by life, you as a younger brother, do you have the heart?"
"I don't want to save them, just..." Xiaoli was very scared. She was afraid that she would be cold-blooded, but she did not know how to explain it. In the end, she could only say, "Go, go, you go to the evidence." Well, I, I can do it alone."
Xiaoli said, but also showed that the generous push of Liu Wei, let the mother go, but my heart is not willing to kiss.
Liu Wei smiled and hugged his son's small head and fell a kiss on his son's head.
Liu Xiaoliwo, in the mother's arms, said in a small voice: "You have to remember, come back to see me occasionally, you have to promise, will not want me."
"Of course." Liu Wei's eyes are soft: "You are my son, how can I not want you."
Liu Xiaoli does not know whether this sentence can be believed, but the mother has a guarantee, he is so comfortable.
The rain outside the window was still under, and with the strong wind, the window slammed loudly. Liu Wei looked out the door and saw the white door outside, a black figure, standing there.
It is Rong Ling who has stood outside the door waiting for her.
Looking at the silhouette outside the window, Liu Wei once again said: "Xiao Li, Uncle Rong is going to be jealous."
Liu Xiaoli stunned and nodded silently. "Well, there is a grandfather who said that he would give his uncle Uncle his wife and say that he married his wife. Uncle Rong can have his own children."
"Yes." Liu Wei said: "Everyone should have his own wife and children, so you are not allowed to interfere with him, nor are you allowed to be detained, do you know?"
"But..." Liu Xiaoli looked up and looked at her mother: "But Uncle Rong promised me, will accompany me, will take care of me. If you have your own child, he will not hurt me."
"Do you need him to hurt you?" Liu Wei asked: "I have, unpaid uncle, and many other people are very hurting you. Why do you need Rong Shushu to hurt you? The time you and he know is so short."
"But he likes me very much. He will give me a sword. He will give me a long gun. He has a long gun. It is a real gun. It is cast iron. It is called a god. It is very powerful. I have seen Uncle Rong practicing the gun. He also said that when I was a little older, I taught me how to shoot and grow up. If I want to, I will take me to the battlefield. He said that when the man has a life, he has to go to the battlefield. That is the man's true color!"
"That can't explain anything." Liu Wei interrupted his son: "These things, he will do it to his son later, you are not his son, he is good to you, we are outsiders."
Liu Xiaoli’s thoughts for a while, then lost his head.
Liu Wei's son's head: "You can rely on your loved ones, but don't rely on a stranger who is not going to last long, because when you are separated, you will be very painful."
"Hey." Liu Xiaoli buried his head: "Can we leave soon?"

Yeah.
Liu Wei did not conceal:
The child’s disappearance is over, we will leave and return to Qujiang.

"Isn't you see Uncle Rong again?"
"should be."
Liu Xiaoli did not speak for a long time. After a while, he sighed: "I will miss him."
Liu Wei no longer said anything, only let his son lie flat, it should sleep.
Xiao Li’s close eyes, Liu Wei was with him next to him, and when he fell asleep, he left lightly.
Pushing open the door, it was already half an hour later. When I went out, Liu Wei saw the gallery. Rong Ling was leaning against the red pillar, sitting on the bench and looking at the heavy rain outside.
The sound of the rain is faint, the wind whizzes past, the dark night sky is like a huge black hole, and people should be sucked in at any time and anywhere.
The raindrops fell on the corridor floor, and Liu Wei went to Rongling. The man heard the movement and turned his head.
He still wore that piece of clothing, loose and loose, and the neckline was empty. It was rainy and windy. He was not too cold.
"Tell good with Xiaoli, my son is still very sensible."
Rong Ling gathered the eyebrows and patted the position around him.
Liu Wei thought about it, but still sat down in the past.
At this moment, a flash of lightning slammed down, the sky suddenly turned bright, and then the thunder and thunder, earth-shattering.
Liu Wei felt that the wind was a little bigger, and the raindrops were blown into her neck, which was cool and uncomfortable.
She frowned suddenly: "Time is not early, I am going back."
When you say it, you will get up and go.
But the wrist can be caught again.
Liu Wei turned back and Rong Ling looked at her: "The rain is too big, go later."
"Nothing." I promised that Jin Nanjun would go to her, so Liu Wei would like to go back earlier. Looking at the status of Jin Nanxuan today, it is obviously a matter of heart.
I also took the opportunity to ask Jin Nanyi about the children, mainly because Liu Wei was very concerned about Kim’s bullying.
Rong Ling did not let go of Liu Wei, but only pinched her tiny wrists with one hand and pulled the collar of her chest with one hand, making the traces of bruises more obvious.
"Guess how to hurt."
Liu Wei didn't want to guess, and felt that she had nothing to do with herself.
Zhengemen’s work is dangerous and responsible for the safety of the Imperial City. The responsibility is great. It’s a bit bumpy. It’s normal, but it doesn’t look really heavy. It should just be hit.
"Help me get a pulse?" Rong Lung suddenly said.
Liu Wei is silent. Why didn't she think that this man is so delicate?
Isn't it a bit of bruise, but also the pulse?
But after all, they met each other and the other party opened their mouths. Liu Wei sat down with his patience and took Rong Ling’s hand over him. He turned his face and touched his fingers on his veins.
"The pulse is smooth, and nothing is different." Liu Wei said for a while.
Rong Ling suddenly straightened up, the hard male body leaned forward, close to Liu Wei's face, asked: "Really?"