Distance Between No Love And Deep Love

"I can think of things that you don't know. The only explanation is what you and your grandfather have discussed. Are you going to deal with the Song family?"

"Why do you keep it from Mommy? Have you ever regarded her as your lover, or do you just think she is just a plaything that you can give up at any time... " Before the words are heard, Mu Ye's face has shifted to one side. There is a visible palm on the right side of his face, and the heart of his hand is swollen quickly, and blood is printed on the corner of his mouth.

"This kind of thing I dare not guarantee the whole body but retreat, how dare to involve Zi Qin again!" Wan Yi Shao shouts angrily, but mu Ye is lying on the sofa, covering his face with one hand, shrugging his eyes and looking pitiful.

Wan Yi Shao, who is calm down, realizes what he has done. He quickly goes to Mu ye and touches his red and swollen cheek with shaking hands.

"Don't cry." Close to later found that the wool sofa has been soaked under, wet dada piece, Wan Yi Shao Yao son to the leg, "don't cry, good."

Mu Ye doesn't speak. The big tears in his eyes can't stop falling down. He is so wronged that he just wants to find out why. As for this.

His son has always been very strong, which makes him cry. Shao Lin is in a hurry. "Well, dad is wrong. Does his face hurt? Shall we wipe the medicine?"

"It's not good," he says

"Honey, daddy just made a mistake for a while, and he promised that he would never touch your finger in the future, OK? Let's wipe the medicine. Your face is swollen and your lips are scratched. Your mother can't help but feel sad when she sees it. " Wan Yi Shao didn't dare to come by force. He followed his son's back and noticed that his body was constantly shaking. Wan Yi Shao was so distressed that he couldn't do it. How could he do it?!

He is just a child!!!

No matter how strong it is, it's just a child who hasn't grown up!!!

No matter how angry he was, it would be the end of reasoning. If he started it directly, Shao Yu was so regretful.

"Baby, daddy is really wrong. Either take the medicine first, or you can beat daddy. Don't cry." Wan Yi Shao takes Mu Ye's hand and claps it on his face.

Mu Ye sniffs twice, tears drop from his long and thick eyelashes, and his pitiful little nose is red.

Wan Yi Shao holds his son's medicine box and goes back to the guest room. He asks Mu ye to sit on the bed, squats in front of him, and gently points the cotton swab dipped in the medicine wine at the swollen place.

Mu Ye shrinks to a corner and refuses Wan Yi Shao to wipe his medicine.

With a sigh in a soft voice, Wan Yi Shao climbed into bed, holding his son in one hand and blowing gently, "is it better?"

Mu Ye closes his eyes and doesn't speak. A person who dotes on you gives you a slap. You must suffer for a long time.

If someone you don't know slaps you, just call back.

The former is more hurtful.

Mu ye said in a dumb voice, "I hate you."

"Yes. Hate me. I hate it the most. Here, take the medicine. " Then he stretched out the swab again.

Mu Ye didn't hide. Shao Yao felt as he blew. The cool wind relieved some of the pain, and the medicine didn't hurt so much.

It's only ten thousand. Shao yu should be angry this time.