Chapter 1398: Wronged

Chapter 1398 Grievance
Wen Qiao sighed silently, the complexity and greed of human nature were vividly displayed in her.
"Then what you should do now is not to come and embarrass me, but to confess to your husband and ask for his forgiveness. Maybe I am also wrong. How can you bring you back, but if you don't bring him back, he will die soon In that gloomy villa in Edinburgh, you were tortured to death by the woman named Aunt Zhen. You gave birth to him in October. Please have some sympathy for him."
Yao Qiwen whirled with teary eyes: "You are not married, you don't understand. Sometimes people can't care about so many people. He is Xiao Liangyan's child. I hate Xiao Liangyan. Why should I be nice to his children?"
"He was born without his parents by his side. He was diagnosed with mental insufficiency at the age of three. After that, the woman named Aunt Zhen stayed with him for more than ten years. She beat and scolded at every turn, refused to eat, and asked him to kneel. It’s your son who didn’t let you treat him well, but please don’t deprive others of the opportunity to treat him well. This child has suffered a lot. He has suffered more than you. You have a chance to talk to others. He doesn't even know how to complain."
Yao Qiwen looked down at the child who was standing behind Wen Qiao shrinking.
She gave up.
She held the table on the side and wanted to stand up, but because of her numb legs, she couldn't stand up. Xiao Jun walked over and reached out to help her.
Yao Qiwen glanced at him with twinkling eyes, the child looked like her with simple eyes, and looked like a pure and good child.
She didn't know what was going on, she seemed to be touched in her heart, and stood up with Xiao Junhe's hand.
One last look at him, then turned and went out.
Wen Qiao took Xiao Junhe's shoulders: "She yells every time she sees you, aren't you afraid of her?"
Xiao Junhe shook his head: "Not afraid."
Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows. This is probably the wonder of the mother-child blood relationship. No matter what Yao Qiwen treats him, he has a filter of affection for her.
"Come here, sister will give you acupuncture, are you afraid of pain?"
"Don't be afraid, my sister said I want to be brave, I will be brave."
Wen Chi came in from the outside, looked at Wen Qiao's gentle face, and said angrily: "Wen Qiao, why do you treat this kid the same way you treat Wen Mo, and why are you fierce to me?"
Wen Qiao: "Reflect on yourself first, do you have cute brothers?"
Wen Chi's eyes widened: "Which one of my three million fans doesn't praise me for being cute?"
"Ah? When were they blind?"
Wen Chi lost his bag: "Let your handsome and cute brother be your assistant today, so that you can see my charm."
Therefore, when Wen Chi was an assistant, Wen Qiao had a good meal disgusted: "The hands and feet are too slow, often taking the wrong needles, not patient enough, not careful enough, it is simply a hindrance."
Chi Ye: I'm autistic.
"You just despise me." Chi Ye's older boy, who was eighteen meters tall, was aggrieved.
Wen Qiao put away the needle pack and washed his hands. Seeing that her brother was still in autism, he reached out and rubbed his head: "Why don't you have any measurements?"
"Who made you double-labeled."
In the past, Wen Mo was his own brother, he endured it, and now there is another unrelated kid, and his status has dropped by one.
Not reconciled, wronged to death.
Wen Qiao stretched out his hand and hugged him: "You're still excited."
"You cut the watermelon for me to eat."
Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows. Forget it, his brother was so wronged so that she would serve him once.
(End of this chapter)