Chapter 368: Warm treasure, I am hurting 18

Looking up, he looked at his clear eyes without hesitation.
He and Wen Zhizhi...the child.
Once in the stomach of Wen Zhi, he touched the child who greeted him with his stomach every night.
Ji Xubai spent countless difficult days and nights in North Ge, but from the beginning to the end he firmly believed his beliefs, never really felt uncomfortable, but at this moment, he looked at the child in front of him, like him. The clean little child, the eyes slightly warm, the eyes are faintly infected with a trace of indescribable emotions.
Ji Xubai gently opened his lips: "What is your name?"
Wen Jian looked up at him and answered truthfully: "Wen Jian."
"Do you know who I am?"
Wen Jian shook his head, subconsciously looked at the mother behind him, but the mother did not look at him, but turned his head, not willing to give him the answer.
Ji Xubai slightly pulled the corner of his lips and told Wen Jian: "I am you."
When I said this, Ji Xubai could feel his throat, the feeling of being burned with a throat, and the hedgehog was not good.
Wen Jian looked at her eyes, there was nothing on her face, it was very crisp and tender, and it was faint: "Wen Jian is only a mother, no jealousy."
Wen Jian said, standing on the side of Wen Zhi, and not too slow to tell Ji Xuan: "Please leave, don't bother my mother."
Probably thinking about the possibility of thousands of reunions, but never thought that Wen Jian is not willing to recognize him.
Probably at that moment, the bitter bitterness spread from the heart, no way to go.
After a long time, he finally slowly lowered his head and looked at Wen Zhi, and looked down at the unspoken Wen Jianshi, and his voice whispered softly: "Well, take care of your mother."
he's gone.
Wen Jian looked at the white cloak and left, picking up his little feet and looking out to the warm house, but he could no longer see anyone.
Wen Jian clenched her lips and slammed it hard. She refused to let her emotions leak out.
"Small Jane..." Wen Zhiqiu slowly bowed down and looked at Wen Jian, and some bitterly held his mouth, his voice gently: "Is it for the sake of the mother?"
Wen Jian shook his head. "No, I used to be a mother."
Wen Jian handed the snack he bought back to her. "Mother, you love it."
Wen Zhi has been picked up, but my heart is sour, I don’t know what to say.
"I bought the paint and I have to go to paint the younger sister."
Wen Jianchong said that she shook the paint in her hand.
Wen Zhizhi nodded gently, "Go."
Wen Jian returned to his house, closed the door, sat on the ground, and cried with a sulking voice.
Xiao Jian saw it...
Xiao Jian is awkward...
Xiao Jian can't be jealous...
The little guy hasn’t suffered such setbacks since he was sensible, but he has experienced what is broken and incomplete on this day.
......
Wen Zhizhi stood outside the Wenjian door and was motionless. She clearly heard the little guy crying repressed.
Xiaojian seems to have never been so uncomfortable...
Wen Zhi slowly closed his eyes, then opened his eyes and went out with his eyebrows.
Holding a snack that Wen Jian sold to her, sitting on a messy step, bowed a small mouth.
It’s sweet.
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(Five more; don't update at night, see if you give it.)