Baby Assist: Mommy, have another child!

He didn't know how long he had been standing there.

Yan Huan's heart trembled fiercely.

She suddenly wanted to go over and hug him.

As soon as the idea came out, she got up, but at this time, the man suddenly turned around and didn't enter the kitchen.

Yan huangang's raised ass fell heavily again, and a burst of loss surged into his heart.

He's still mad at her.

Bai Lao didn't notice her series of actions. After pulling away from the past memories, he opened his mouth lightly.

"Your friend, I'm afraid the road of emotion will be very hard."

Yan Huan came back and looked at him, "why?"

"Xiao Ji's child is different from others. He looks cold-blooded and ruthless, but in fact he is very fragile."

"Ha?"

Yan Huan threw his lips. "Grandpa, you don't have to lie with your eyes open? Will a young murderer and a man in a city be vulnerable?"

I'm afraid the people he killed are more vulnerable

Old Bai glanced sideways at her, "you child, how can you believe those rumors?"

"So he didn't kill?"

"I don't know."

Yan Huan: "

"But since there is no evidence, it means he is innocent."

"Why have you been locked up for two years?"

The white old man frowned. "He was locked up because of something else."

Yan Huan raised her eyebrows. "What's up?"

"Someone reported that he sold arms, and Lao Lu's people also found a batch of guns in his villa."

Yan Huan frowned, "who dares to report him? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Because the person who reported him was his girlfriend."

The first person Yan Huan ran into his mind was Jane Xi.

"Betrayed by a beloved woman and growing up in an unhealthy family, the child is sensitive and violent. Your friend likes him, but he is guilty."

Yan Huan pursed her lips, "what is an unhealthy family?"

"His father has schizophrenia and rage and has been abusing her mother at home. It is said that once when his father took an axe to chop his mother, the axe tilted and hit Yunchen standing next to him."

"I remember when I saw him in the hospital, he was not as tall as the hospital bed..."

……

Outside the villa.

Ji Yunchen leaned against the silver cinnamon tree and looked indifferently at the thorns in the distance.

The roses have withered, leaving only the bare roots exposed, but the wheat straw chrysanthemums along the road are in good bloom.

He has always hated these colorful things, but Jane Xi likes them very much.

More than once, when he slept in a tree, he saw a little girl who was not as tall as a bush whispering to these roadside flowers.

He tried desperately to scare her, but he scraped his arm when he jumped off the tree.

Since childhood, he was covered with injuries. He didn't care about these small wounds at all, but still approached her quietly.

The girl was startled as he thought.

When he was laughing, the little girl who was still crying suddenly grabbed his injured arm and asked him if it hurt.

At that moment, the girl's tears and the straw chrysanthemum on her hand were always stored in the deepest part of his heart.

Never left, never forgotten.

That girl is the princess he has guarded all his life.

Thinking of Jane Xi's smile, he put out his cigarette, walked to the roadside, picked a few straw chrysanthemums and held them in his hand.

A burst of light laughter came suddenly.

The tenderness in the shallow pupil dissipated clean in an instant. He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the gate.

The girl in a white dress and the boy with a sunny smile stood side by side.

They seemed to be talking about something interesting. The girl smiled askew to one side, and the boy reached out to hold her in time.

The amber pupil reflected the two people's bleary eyes.

He tightened his fist and strode towards the door.

……

Jolin stared at the Xiuze truss close at hand.

The faint smell of grass on him seemed to take her back to the summer when she was seven.

She stood in the empty concert hall, rehearsing over and over again. Her white skirt was wet with sweat, and her long hair was close to her cheek.

She didn't relax at all. She repeated the perfect music over and over again.

Almost

Almost

The keys kept jumping. At this time, the melodious violin sound slowly came into the girl's ears.

She stopped and looked up.

The boy played the violin and walked towards her step by step.

That was the first time she met with xiuzeheng.

It was also her first time to write music.

From that day on, the boys would secretly come to her, practice with her over and over again, find out her shortcomings, and play a violin to relax her when she was tired.

Finally, her parents still didn't let her play her own music at the concert.

After the concert, she became a young genius in the media at home and abroad, but no one knew that she composed her own music at the age of seven.

Only the boy who accompanied her all summer knew.

After the concert, the boy suddenly disappeared and never appeared again.

She didn't even have time to ask, "what's your name?"

That friendship was also deeply hidden in her heart in the later leisurely years. Jolin didn't expect to see the boy again.

She really wanted to ask where he went.

But when she looked into the man's eyes, she suddenly had no questions.

Those peach blossom eyes were full of magnanimity and Chicheng. She knew clearly that the boy had never changed.

Xiuze stringer blinked at her, "Lin, how are you?"

She lifted her lips and smiled faintly, "I'm fine. I just suddenly feel... It's good to see you again."

A low voice intruded untimely, "I've only left me for a few days, so I'll find other men to relieve my loneliness. Jolin, how much do you lack men?"

Jolin frowned when she heard the speech.

This familiar tone, who else can there be without him?

Ji Yunchen kept looking at Qiao Lin, who was held in her arms. Naturally, he didn't miss her frowning expression and her subconscious disgust.

Is it disgusting to him and smiling to other men?

He had never seen her smile so sweet.

The flame of jealousy burned in his chest. He almost shouted, "come here!"

Jolin's body stiffened instinctively.

She withdrew from Xiuze stringer's arms and turned to an angry bastard.

As soon as he took two steps, his wrist was gripped.

The next second, she fell into a warm embrace, surrounded by the smell of grass.

She looked up at the man behind her.

Xiuze truss changed his usual gentle and sunny look, and his black eyes tightened on Ji Yunchen, but he said to her.

"Is he your bastard husband?"

Asshole... Husband?!

Anger instantly overwhelmed Ji Yunchen's reason.

He slightly hooked his lips and smiled grimly. "Bastard husband? Do you describe me like that with other wild men? Huh? Baby."