Dominated husband,stay away from me!

Hearing this, Wen Jingyu bent over and put the poem on the ground.

Turning his head slightly, he asked in a deep voice, "when did it happen?"

The man whispered again.

Wen Junshi came back to Xiaobao and held his hand quietly.

Because she felt vaguely that her father and uncle were talking about that day.

Xiaobao started with the boy for his own sake and hit him by accident.

Sure enough, hearing Jing Yu's face turned heavy and looked at Xiao Bao.

"Dad." Wen Jun poem called a, the small bag in the back, "Dad."

The daughter is father's last life's little lover, this life's small sweetheart.

Wen Jingyu looked at his daughter like this, staring at himself with big round eyes. He could only sigh.

"Poetry, dad just wants to ask Xiaobao something."

"Dad, the bag didn't mean it!"

"Well?" Wen Jingyu doubts, squatting down, "what is not intentional?"

Ho!

Guess wrong?

Wen Jun poem quickly said: "nothing, nothing."

Wen Jingyu beckoned for Xiaobao, hugged him and asked, "Xiaobao, did you think of anything recently?"

Xiao Bao thought about it carefully and said softly, "I think the name of Xiaobao is very familiar."

"Did he use that nickname?" Poetry mother said, "Jingyu, do you think it is possible?"

Wen Jingyu nodded and asked, "well, Xiaobao, do you remember two people? One surnamed Kuang and one surnamed Zhou? "

"Kuang? Week? "

Reading these two words, Xiao Bao thought hard and shook his head, "I don't remember."

"All right." Patting his little shoulder, Wen Jingyu stood up.

"Bell!"

The door rang suddenly.

Wen Jingyu's driver quickly went to open the door. When the door opened, a woman pulled a little boy and rushed in.

"Is commander Wen back? Is it that the commander is back? "

"This lady! madam! Stop The driver frowned and stopped her.

Wen Jingyu went from the house to the yard and looked at the woman, "what's the matter?"

As soon as the woman saw him, she immediately cried, "Wen commander! You have to decide for me

*

"small bag!"

With a cry, Kuang Xuelai suddenly sat up and looked around blankly.

"Snow and snow?"

Zhou Yanchen walked in quickly from the outside.

"Ah Chen." She closed her mouth and held out her hand to him.

Zhou Yanchen bent over to pick her up and put her in his arms.

He gently patted her on the back with a big palm. He asked in a soft voice, "what's the matter? Have you had nightmares again? "

Kuang Xuelai didn't speak. He leaned tightly in his arms. His thin white fingers grasped his lapel.

Thin lips fell on her forehead, kissing gently, with tenderness and doting.

After a long time, Kuang Xuelai calmed down and raised his head from his arms and asked him, "when are we going to find Xiaobao?"

Zhou Yanchen hooked up the hair hanging from her cheek, not behind her ear. "We are in contact with the people here. We have to wait for the news, so we can't rush to find the past."

Kuang Xuelai pursed his lips and frowned.

He said, "remember? As I told you, the person who took the bag is not ordinary people, so we can't just go and find someone. We've come, and we've made sure the bag's OK. Don't worry too much, OK

"Well."

"Well, tired? Sleep again? "

Zhou Yanchen's words fall, only listen to "Gulu".

Kuang Xuelai blushed and looked at him timidly.

Thin lips a hook, he kisses to her nose tip, "wash gargle, and then eat."

When she tidied up and came out, she found that everyone was on the sofa in the outer living room.

When she came out, everyone's eyes could not help but look.

They should have been talking about things just now, but she was sleeping in it. I'm sorry to think about it.

"Good morning, everyone."

Kuang snow came to an end, Fu Mingrui didn't give face to smile out the voice, "early? Is it still early? Kuang Tzu, it's 10 o'clock in the morning. "

"Shut up!" Zhou Yanchen rebukes low, coldly stares at him.

Fu Mingrui closed his mouth and held up his arms.

Kuang Xuelai raked his hair and blinked.

Zhou Yanchen put her arm around her shoulder and said in a low voice, "go, I'll take you something to eat."

"Don't you eat?" She asked in a low voice.

Zhou Yanchen clenched his fist with one hand and put it on his lips. He coughed, "we ate earlier."

All right.

She's disgraceful.

Send her to the dining room, let her have late breakfast, Zhou Yanchen returned to the living room.

As soon as he came in, he ran into baijinqiu's sight.He suddenly retracted, with a pale smile on his lips.

Just then that wipe line of sight, toward the restaurant direction.

Zhou Yanchen knows who he is looking at.

There may be a little discomfort in my heart, but it doesn't matter.

Bai Jinqiu is his brother, Thaksin.

Kuang Xuelai is his wife, and he believes more.

That little woman is full of her own eyes, where she can see others.

Sitting on the sofa, he put one leg on the other, in a relaxed posture.

Fu Mingrui asked him, "are we just waiting?"

He glanced at it and said, "well."

"Just waiting?" Fu Mingrui does not give up.

Sheng Feng Wen then said: "in addition to waiting, there is no other choice."

Kuang Xue came back from the restaurant after breakfast.

Zhou Yanchen stretched out his hand to her. She came to her cleverly and sat down with him.

More and more spoiled, she does not want to worry about whose sight, is to rely on him.

His arm ring her in the arms, slender fingers casually playing with her hair in the shoulder, soft and lingering.

"Hum..."

The mobile phone on the tea table suddenly whirled and vibrated.

Feng Mou a flash, Zhou Yanchen leaned to pick up the mobile phone, looked at the number displayed on the eye, he pressed to answer.

"Hello, it's me."

*

"Xiaobao, poetry, is what this aunt said true?"

Wen Jingyu looked at the two children sternly and asked in a deep voice.

The little bag pursed his lips.

Wen Junshi pointed to the boy and said, "Dad, he bullied me first. Xiaobao just helped me. Besides, Xiaobao didn't mean to

At the end of the sentence, the voice of the poem dropped.

Wen Jingyu took a look at Xiaobao and said, "although we are not your parents, since you are in our family, you are our children. If you do something wrong, you should bear the responsibility bravely. Do you understand?"

"Dad Wen Junshi can't believe, "Dad, he bullied me first!"

Bean big tears fall, see Wen Jingyu can not help heartache.

But the outsider is still there, he can only say with a cold face: "poetry, shut up."

Wen Jun poetry has not been such a hasty words to make the color of the reprimand, immediately silly.

Wen Hanzhang pulled her sister's hand and pulled her to her side to wipe her tears.

Small bag small fist clenched, walked to the boy.

The boy was startled and subconsciously hid behind his mother.

He was obviously taller and older than him, but he didn't know why he was afraid of this little meat ball in front of him.

Maybe, his little Phoenix eyes are too terrible.

"What are you hiding from?" Women frown, hate iron is not steel will pull out the son, "stand well."

Xiao Bao stood in front of him and looked at him.

That glance, let the boy fight a cold war.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you."

The boy licked his lips, there is no front teeth missing a piece, with a sense of joy.

"No, it doesn't matter."

"It's just that you bullied poetry first, and you have to apologize to poetry."

Then, said Bao.

All the people present were stunned by his words.

Obviously, no one expected him to say that again.

A smile flashed through Wen Jingyu's eyes, and the color of her eyes deepened.

The woman was embarrassed and pushed her son, "well, I don't apologize to poetry."

The boy wronged the mouth, whispered: "poetry, sorry."

Wen Jun poem looked at the eye pouch, whispered: "it doesn't matter."

"Madam, we will be responsible for the medical expenses of the young master." Wen Jingyu said.

The woman immediately waved her hand: "no, no, no more."

"Farewell, old Chen." The next second, Jingyu said in a deep voice.

"Madame, please."

"Well, good, good."

As soon as he left, Wen Junshi ran from Wen Hanzhang and grabbed Wen Jingyu's sleeve. "Dad, you are too bad! Why let Xiaobao apologize! It's not the fault of Baobao

"Well, try it, dear." Wen Jingyu comforted her daughter helplessly and looked at Xiaobao. "Baobao, can you tell my uncle how you won that brother's?"

"I don't know," he whispered

"Dad, Xiao Bao likes to watch the TV when two boys fight." Wen Jun poetry said.

Wen Jingyu remembers that there are some videos of juvenile fighting competitions in his home. Did you watch that?

A smile, he went to the small bag, bent over to hold him, "small bag, do you want to see with your own eyes?"

As if to understand what Wen Jingyu said, Baobao's eyes lit up, and finally revealed the child's look of expectation, "think.""Good."

"Dad, what are you going to take the bag to see? I'm going, too

"OK, let's go."

……

The car stops. This is the compound of the military region. Except for the internal vehicles, all vehicles are not allowed to enter.

A few people got off the bus, and soon, someone came out of the car.

"Mr. Zhou."

The man was about 30 years old, wearing a dark green military uniform.

Zhou Yanchen shook hands with him and called him Xiao Qin.

Xiao Qin said hello to several people with a smile and took them into the compound of the military region.

While walking, he whispered to them, "it's the commander's house that made the young master stay in the commander's house for a long time. I've also seen it. It's true."

Kuang Xuelai clenched Zhou Yanchen's fingers excitedly, and his eyes were red.

Zhou Yanchen glanced at her and clenched her fingers.

Standing at the door of Wen Jingyu's house, Xiao Qin goes forward and rings the doorbell.

At that moment, Kuang Xuelai's heart raised to his throat, very nervous.

Zhou Yanchen also, although he did not show it, but the trembling of his fingertips still revealed his emotions at the moment.

Only Kuang Xue, who is holding his finger with him, knows this emotion.

The door opened and the visitor was a young woman.

She looks at the person outside the door, the eye color flashed by surprise, but the expression is momentarily calm, "excuse me, who are you looking for?"

Zhou Yanchen said respectfully, "Hello, we're looking for commander Wen."

The woman said softly, "Jingyu is not here."

She calls Jingyu, Jingyu, so her identity is

Zhou Yanchen then said, "Madam Wen, did your family bring back a boy some days ago?"

Mrs. Wen's face changed slightly.

This change did not escape Zhou Yanchen's Phoenix eyes.

"We are the boy's parents."

Zhou Yanchen finished, Kuang Xuelai couldn't help but ask in an urgent voice: "is the packet in?"

Small bag?

Heard the wife surprised, the next second, sideways out of the way, "please come in and sit down."

In the living room, when tea was served, Mrs. Wen said, "I'm sorry, Jingyu and they have gone to the army. They are not at home now. Do you think they are Xiaobao's parents?"

The line of sight falls on Zhou Yanchen's face, hears the wife if has thought, "the small bag also followed to go to the army."

There should be no mistake.

Xiao Bao looks like this man too much.

"Troops? Where is it? " Kuang Xue asked.

As you can see, she was very anxious.

"Mrs. Zhou, don't worry. I'll take you there as soon as I clean it up."

"Good, good, thank you."

Hearing his wife nodding, she got up and went back to her room to change her clothes.

Fu Mingrui looked at here and said in a deep voice, "this lady is also quite a general."

Bai Jinqiu nods, his sight sweeps over Kuang Xuelai and takes it back.

After a while, Mrs. Wen came out and said to several people, "you can go."

*

on the playground, the soldiers in the drill ground were shouting against the sun.

Boys are not resistant to this situation, although Xiao Bao is still young, but also so.

The eyes were glued to the soldiers and couldn't be moved.

Vaguely, he seemed to think of something.

Who else did he tell him that he wanted to be a soldier when he grew up.

Who is it?

Wen Jingyu took them to a small drill ground, a little older than Xiao Bao and Shi Shi, and a group of children about the same age as Wen Hanzhang were also training.

Their average age is eight, and they came here a year ago.

Some are the children in the army, and some are admitted.

This is a special military academy, and everything is managed militarized.

Xiao Bao was very excited and did not blink.

Wen Jingyu saw that he liked it and said in a low voice, "do you want to get close to it?"

Xiaobao was a little embarrassed, "is that ok?"

"Of course." Wen Jingyu felt his hair, "go."

Xiao Bao nodded and led him by the smell of Hanzhang.

Wen Jun poem holding dad's hand, waiting in place.

The boy's blood is full of wind, and the child's blood is like it was born in his bones.

With a little experience, the future will be limitless.

As soon as Wen Jingyu saw such a good seedling, he couldn't help but want to cultivate himself. With a sigh, he felt some regret.

Unfortunately, it's not my own child.

Besides, the child's parents have already found it.

"Shi Shi, Xiao Bao's parents have come to see him."

"What?" Wen Jun poem a surprise, look at Wen Jingyu, "Dad, really?"

Wen Jingyu looked down at her, "yes."Sipping the corners of her lips, she seemed a little unhappy.

Wen Jingyu squatted down and hugged her? Why are you unhappy when mom and dad come? Can't bear a small bag? "

"Well."

"But he needs mom and Dad, too."

"Well." Nodding, Wen Junshi hugs Wen Jingyu's neck and looks at the back of the meat ball in the distance.

If he's gone, I don't know when he'll meet again.

"Madame commander, commander in front."

The warden of the military region led them forward to the drill ground.

"Commander!"

Wen Jingyu looked back and saw several tall and straight figures coming.

My heart has already estimated.

Approaching, Kuang Xuelai almost saw the figure beside the drill ground.

It's a bag!

It's her bag!

"Cute buns!" Fu Mingrui raised his voice and was very excited.

Kuang Xuelai gets rid of Zhou Yanchen's hand and runs quickly.

Zhou Yanchen followed her in a hurry.

"Little bag!"

The cry, as if from the sky.

But with incomparable familiarity.

Hearing the sound, Xiao Bao turned back and was hugged tightly.

Nose, floating into a fragrance.

The smell made his nose sour.

"Little bag! Little bag! Little bag

Kuang Xuelai cried for him.

No one can understand that feeling.

She had a sharp pain in her heart.

She didn't know what she could do but call him.

The ecstasy of her recovery made her tremble.

Then, the body fell into the warm and broad arms.

Zhou Yanchen hugged her mother and son, and the big palm fell on the head of Meng baozi, "Xiaobao."

Male voice, choked.

This moment of emotion, can no longer suppress.

He even, red phoenix eyes.

Like him, the same phoenixes eyes are red.

Although Meng baozi hasn't thought of who is holding him, he knows that they must be his closest people.

Because the heart told him to be closer to them.

Wen Jun poem has begun to sob, and his wife is also red eyes.

Wen Jingyu hugs his mother and daughter, and Wen Hanzhang hugs his thigh.

"Damn it! How so touched

Fu Mingrui made a rude remark. Don't start.

Sheng Fengwen and Bai Jinqiu look at each other and smile.

Do not know how long, Zhou Yanchen let go of two people, quietly called her: "snow."

Kuang Xuelai just woke up like a dream and gently released the cute steamed stuffed buns, "little bag, do you want to miss your mother?"

Meng baozi looks at her, but says that Kuang Xuelai is like an ice cave.

"Are you my mother?"

Not only Kuang Xue came, but even Zhou Yanchen almost couldn't squat down and sat on the ground.

"Little bag? What's wrong with you, little bag? " Kuang Xuelai touched Meng baozi's cheek in horror, "you, don't you remember mom?"

Meng baozi pursed her lips, and Xiaofeng's eyes drooped, and a drop of tears fell.

He was upset, too.

Kuang Xuelai was so distressed that she hugged him again and kissed his hair, "I am! I am! I'm your mother! Little bag, I am your mother

"Mr. and Mrs. Zhou."

At this time, Wen Jingyu's voice sounded, "that day when we met Xiao Bao, he suddenly rushed out of the road. My driver accidentally bumped into him, causing him to lose his memory."

"Amnesia?" Kuang Xuelai exclaimed, "do you mean that Xiaobao doesn't remember us

She can't accept it!

Not acceptable!

"It's just temporary." Wen Jingyu also said, "the doctor said that the transient amnesia will be remembered. I think as long as Xiaobao comes back to you, you can remember it. For example, he remembers that he used to call Xiaobao

In this way, Kuang Xuelai's heartache was reduced.

Looking at Meng baozi's face, she smiles, "Baobao, I'm mom."

Meng baozi blinks Xiaofeng's eyes, which are the same as Zhou Yanchen, and looks at Zhou Yanchen behind Kuang Xuelai.

He looks like himself.

After licking her dry lips, Meng baozi took the initiative to hold Kuang Xuelai's neck and buried her head in her neck socket without speaking.

But this action has shown his acceptance.

Kuang Xuelai shed tears and picked him up.

Zhou Yanchen quickly put her arm around her shoulder and whispered, "snow, I'll come."

Now she's pregnant. It's hard to hold a cute bun, but she doesn't want to let go.

Meng baozi raised his head and looked at Zhou Yanchen. Half loud, he stretched out his short and thick arms.Zhou Yanchen's phoenix eye stabs fiercely, takes him, hugs carefully, is appropriate.

"Let's go home first." Wen Jingyu said.

Zhou Yanchen nodded and patted Meng baozi on the back.

Meng baozi pillows on his shoulder and closes his eyes.

This feeling is very reassuring.

……

Happy New Year's Eve theater, broadcast:

Meng baozi: "I heard that everyone is guessing who my daughter-in-law is recently?"

Xiaoye: "yes, we are very concerned about your emotional life."

Meng baozi: "am I not yet 4 years old?"

Xiaoye: "Er, yes."

Meng baozi: "you arranged my feelings for me so early. You are a good grandmother!"

Xiao Ye Han: "Xiao Bao, has anyone said that since you lost your memory, your character has changed a lot?"

Meng baozi raised his eyebrows and sneered: "it's not you who make trouble. What's the matter with amnesia! Look for death

Xiaoye cried: "Wuwu So, Xiao Bao, who is your daughter-in-law? "

Meng baozi: "isn't it poetry?"

Xiaoye: "no, who said that green plum and bamboo horse should be together?"

Meng baozi: "go away!"

Little leaves squatting, huddling, gowoon

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