Chapter 1157: why cry

At that time, she was only one year old, her flesh was soft, and she opened her eyes with Shui Lingling's big eyes. There was no woman at home. Wen Qing'er was brought by Mr. Wen in one hand. How can this emotion be understood by ordinary people?
Grandpa Wen really spoiled her in the palm of her hand, but really regarded her as a granddaughter!
If he hadn't chatted with her, even Wen Ruo's heart would never bear to see her die. Although a hunt order was issued, he knew that she would not die. As long as Huo Feng followed her for a day, she could not die.
right now. . . She is definitely not Wen Qing'er, no. . .
Wen Qing'er stood beside the coffee table, a pair of eyes with tears but madness staring at the old man with white hair and long hair. He walked slowly and hard, and the cane could see trembling. It was like two people walking with the majesty that I saw when I was young.
Drops of tears fell uncontrollably.
She Wen Qing'er is really the kind of heartless and unjust person, really the kind of ungrateful person? She also hurts. She used to think of them as loved ones. It was them who wanted to push away her, not her Qing Qinger.
Wherever he is today. . . To say a salvation, instead of asking the teacher to blame him like this, Wen Qing'er will never hate it so thoroughly.
She thought that Wen Ruyu would not let her go because he had feelings with Bai Ling, and Grandpa was the closest to her. He believed everything she said, and he would not be cruel to him.
Now that she is wrong, she wiped her tears fiercely. Bai Ling is the treasure of the old man, and she is now his enemy.
Nothing, really nothing, and no rest. . .
That's right, Xiufeng is a person who is loyal to her, but Yaya calls him by name, she can only use him for power.
Wen Qinger finally curled up on the sofa. When she thought she was the most lonely, helpless and frightened, Xia Zhengjun was most in need, but she found that what she wanted most was that her brother could be the same as before. When she was sad and sad, To serve her with a bowl of porridge and make her laugh, Grandpa stood at the door with a cane, shook his head and sighed with her sorrow, and did not forget to order the butler to prepare something she loved.
For more than 20 years, the Wen family, like her, is a real family.
"Why cry?" A steady voice made Wen Qing'er immediately raise his head and saw a boy in a white shirt and black vest with a neckline bow, who looked very gentleman but only a meter and six inches tall and thin. The boy's face was white and handsome, very immature, and the corners of his mouth naturally rose slightly, and he looked more tender, and his eyes looked like gentle people.
But there was a trace of fear in Wen Qing'er's eyes, quickly wiped the tears on his face, shook his head, and did not speak.
When the boy saw this, he smiled slightly, leaned a hand slightly behind him, his body slightly bent, more like a noble gentleman, handed a white handkerchief towards her, and at the same time nodded on her face, stained a little Tears, "If I were seen by Yaya, I'm afraid I would be angry!"
Feel the wetness at the fingertips, the little boy took it back and watched it like a piece of art, and finally put it carefully on her hand, "Do n’t forget, you are now from Jincheng, crying, is a synonym for weakness . "
Wen Qinger's body curled even more, apparently because of fear.
Obviously this little boy is so gentle, and still has a sense of nobility like a chicken.