Chief, Love for you is wrong

When Wen Jili went down to the hall, Wen Rongyan and Wen Rongqi were playing on the soft couch next to him. A poor man in Xiaochi stood beside him, wringing his hands, wearing a coat on his upper body and a hospital uniform on his lower body.

Seeing Wen Jili, Xiaochi only stood on the side, his pale little face whispered "Dad", and then stood aside without talking.

The bottom of his eyes was blue, and the whole man was so thin that the bones of his jaw were concave. His face was clearly so small, but his eyes were particularly large. It looked terrible to put it on his face that could not be slapped.

Wen Jili pinched his eyebrows and turned around. He couldn't see Qin Jing, so he had to look at the old lady.

The old lady looked at Wen Jili and sighed slowly.

"The driver just brought it. He said that the child ran out of the hospital and shouted for his father. Seeing that a child on the first day of the new year was also poor, he asked him who was his father. Then he said that the driver just knew that we smelled home and brought the child. I paid the fare when he came."

Wen Jili pinched his forehead, walked over and squatted down in front of Xiaochi, "Xiaochi, my uncle didn't come to pick you up?"

Xiaochi sniffed. There was nasal water coming out. It should be cold. He raised his red hand and wiped his nose.

"The man brought by my uncle was very fierce. Xiaochi escaped. Dad, Xiaochi was very good. Xiaochi came before dawn. He stood outside for a long time and waited for grandma to take out the garbage. When he saw Xiaochi, Xiaochi came in. Xiaochi really didn't disturb grandma's rest. Really."

Xiaochi said pitifully and timidly. Wen Jili sighed, pulled out a paper towel and handed it to Xiaochi, "come on, wipe your nose first."

Qin Jing just came out of the kitchen and caught a glimpse of Wen Jili and Xiaochi. Wen Jili looked up at her. She raised the porridge in her hand, "you take him to find a suit of swallow clothes, put it on first, come down and talk after breakfast."

"Don't!" the nearby Wen Rongyan immediately refused coldly.

Qin Jing counseled. She walked to Wen Rongyan with porridge and gave him a white look.

"I said, little swallow, why are you a year older and so narrow-minded? You know, narrow-minded people are difficult to achieve great things. Have you heard a word? It's a big thing to be able to serve others. The third aunt doesn't say whether you can serve others first. You don't even want to take out a dress, which shows how small you are! Hey, that big glass room Li Fang, it seems that it can only become a very small firewood room. If you do this again and don't even want to give a dress to other children, the firewood room may have to become the size of a matchbox. "

Hearing the speech, Wen Rongyan really tightened his face. His face showed a timid color, his lips closed tightly, and his eyebrows frowned tightly. It seemed that he was making a very difficult decision. Qin Jing couldn't help laughing at the wrinkled little face.

"You know, without a glass room, all the dirty dirt outside will come in. Then ~ ~ ~"

Qin Jing deliberately called it an exaggeration and terror. Coupled with her specially changed tune, Rong Yan was only a child no matter how old she was.

Listening to Qin Jingyue's words, the more terrible it was. He nodded painfully on his small face, his face stretched to death, and nodded with an opening that was difficult to give up. "Then you can only take one!"

When Qin Jing heard the speech, he couldn't help putting down the spoon, freeing one hand and holding Wen Rongyan's cheek. It felt very good. He couldn't help but pinch it a few more times. Before the little man wanted to get angry, he quickly put down his hand and said seriously.