Chapter 190: Grieved baba
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- 2021-03-03 09:47:01
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By the time Nalan Yanran practiced in the afternoon, her voice was already a little unbearable. She stopped immediately and had to broadcast live to earn money at night. It would take her several hours to get her voice back.
However, what surprised her at this time was that Xiao Yan's ex-husband sent her a video chat.
In Nalan Yanran's understanding of that man, he would not be so proactive.
Especially after divorce.
So Nalan Yanran immediately thought that it would be her daughter Jiajia, and Jiajia's cute appearance appeared in her mind. Nalan Yanran knew that Jiajia went to the water park with her father today, so she should be very happy.
Although Nalan Yanran was a bit tired after a busy day today, the corners of her beautiful mouth turned up involuntarily when she thought of her child being happy.
…
However, after turning on the video call, the screen of the phone showed a grieving Jiajia.
"Jiajia, what's wrong with you? Is something wrong?"
I don't know why, Nalan Yanran was a little worried about Xiao Yan for the first time, although she didn't want to.
"Wow, mom, Jia Jia feels so wronged~~"
"Hey, tell me what's going on first? Don't cry!"
Jiajia is a more sensible child. When his father is suffering, he pretends to be strong, but at this moment when he is video chatting with his mother, he can't help but make a noise.
"What's wrong? Jia Jia—"
Xiao Yan, who was taking a bath, heard her daughter's cry and rushed out anxiously. He smiled embarrassedly when she saw her daughter lying on her stomach in a video call with Nalan Yanran.
Then went back to take a bath.
Jiajia, this kid is so true, why he cried when he called his mother, alas, it made Xiao Yan, a dad, feel like a failure.
…
Nalan Yanran blushed slightly. She and Xiao Yan hadn't gotten close for a long time. She was still a little shy when she saw the upper body of her ex-husband through the phone camera.
After all, Xiao Yan's body is naturally very familiar to her as a wife for many years.
At a glance, I think of many things that have been together.
"Jiajia, why are you at the hotel with Dad?"
The decoration of the hotel suite is easy to see.
"Woo..."
Jiajia cried and said all the unfortunate things today.
I was happily at first, a heavy rain made everything yellow, rain, raincoats, a flat tire... The most annoying was the unscrupulous driver who drove the car so fast on rainy days, splashing her dirty face Water, simply wronged to death.
When pushing on the road or at the door of other people's shops, those strange eyes are like needles, piercing the flesh of Jiajia's young heart, and it hurts very much.
But she endured it all the time for fear that her father would be more embarrassed.
Until this time, taking a clean shower, wearing new clean clothes, lying on the soft quilt, in the tidy room, talking with her mother, Jiajia, 6 and a half years old, finally couldn't help crying.
"Mom~EbookFREE.me~ Jiajia doesn't want to ride an electric car anymore, Jiajia doesn't want to get in the rain anymore, doesn't want to be laughed at anymore..."
In fact, when he first went out in the morning, the chef son of Liunai’s family bought a four-wheeler and drove it into the ditch. It was driven by Jiajia’s father.
At that time Jiajia was already a little cautious, but it was not obvious yet.
Later, I was so wronged...
Thinking about it is sad.
After all, Jiajia has not been poor since she was a child. She has always had a mother or dad driving to and from her since she was sensible. She almost never drove by with a rain cart on a rainy day.
Therefore, this time she felt wronged.
If you have lived in the countryside since childhood, and you have been sitting on electric cars, tricycles, or motorcycles since childhood, drinking dust, being exposed to the sun, raining, running out of electricity, carts, etc. are almost commonplace, and you will no longer feel wronged. Up.
All in all, Jia Jia is still too delicate.