Jiang Xun took the medicine box and wanted to stop bleeding for him. Mu Jingxi waved his hand gently.

He understood, stood aside and waited.

"What if Uncle still feels pain?" He looked at the little glutinous rice with cold eyes and wondered what she would do.

Little glutinous rice stood on tiptoe and blew again. He looked very serious.

Tiptoe tired, rest for a while, then tiptoe.

Mu Jingxi was moved by his serious and attentive appearance.

"Well, uncle doesn't hurt." Lowering his eyes, he laughed at himself.

There was an unspeakable envy in my heart.

Envy xiaonuomi's father for having such a cute and sensible daughter

"Really?" Little Glutinous Rice doesn't believe it. With big eyes like grapes, it is black and white, clear and free of impurities.

Like a mountain spring, full of innocence.

"Yes."

Mujingxi got up and sat down on the sofa. Jiang Xun dared not delay. He came forward with a medicine box and stopped bleeding for him immediately.

Little glutinous rice took off her short legs and ran forward. She didn't dare to get close. She had to stand beside him, stretch her neck and watch Jiang Xun's movements all the time.

"Are you afraid?" Mu Jingxi curled his lips and smiled. The little guy was not afraid when he saw blood.

Are you really not afraid, or... Being strong?

Little glutinous rice shook his head and nodded again. His beautiful eyebrows were tangled and wrinkled together.

"Afraid or not?"

"A little afraid."

Mu Jingxi found that the little guy liked to say overlapping words, "what else?"

"There's a little bit not afraid." Little glutinous rice climbed onto the sofa, knelt down beside him and stretched out his little hand.

The little claw tentatively fell on his shoulder and patted the old man, "Ma Ma said, there will always be a little blood when you grow up."

Mu Jingxi: "

How on earth did Joanne teach her daughter?

What is growth always see a little blood?

Jiang Xun couldn't help laughing. In exchange for three little cold eyes, he immediately said, "I'm sorry, it's my gaffe. I just think Miss Qiao's way of Education... Is quite different. "

"Is Miss Qiao the hemp of little glutinous rice?" Little glutinous rice tilted his head and looked at Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun nodded, "yes."

Little glutinous rice grinned, "when can little glutinous rice see hemp?"

"Er..." Jiang Xun subconsciously looked at Xiang Mu Jingxi. San Shao didn't say anything. How dare he say anything at will?

Hearing footsteps coming from upstairs, in order to avoid Mu Chongming's positive contact with little glutinous rice, Mu Jingxi handed the maid a look, "take little glutinous rice to the garden to get some air."

"Yes, three less."

The little maid came forward and carefully left with little glutinous rice in her arms.

Mu Chongming came down from upstairs and saw Jiang Xun dealing with the injury on his forehead. He snorted coldly and his anger remained, "think about my words!"

Mu Jingxi, sitting on the sofa, looked cold and said nothing.

Jiang Xun respectfully watched Mu Chongming leave. Turning around, he found that his three little children's face was gloomy again.

A sigh in my heart

San Shao must feel bad now.

One side is Miss Qiao, the other is relatives

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"Miss Qiao, where are you going?" Xia Lin looked at Joan who hurried out of the research room.

Joan looked angry. "Xia Lin, prepare the car!"

"Miss Qiao, where are you going?"

Xia Lin had no idea what had happened, which made her so angry.

Is it a contradiction between colleagues?

"Go back to the official residence!"

The more Joanne thought about it, the more she couldn't understand it.

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