Madam, president loves you secrectly

"Junxiao ~ brother, are you here?"

Jun Xiao, who was dusty and her hair was a little messy by the wind outside, gently answered her: "well, come and have a look."

In fact, what he wants to say is to come and see you, but he doesn't dare to express his mind too clearly.

Song Manxi found that when she saw her brother who had always cared about and taken care of herself, her eyes turned bloody again.

This was supposed to be the person I saw on Aunt Yao's birthday last night, but I didn't see him until today because something happened at Yuchu.

Do not understand why, she just felt that the moment she saw him, she couldn't help being sad.

Maybe it's because he took care of himself after he became familiar, and she became dependent.

Originally, at the moment of seeing mu Yuchu, she should have cried badly, but her emotions poured out at the moment of seeing Jun Xiao.

Song Manxi stood up from the bed with a worried little face, then walked in his direction three steps and two steps, and threw himself directly into the warm arms.

After putting his hot and warm chest on his cheek, she cried out: "brother Junxiao, brother Junxiao, at the beginning of the language, she..."

Sobbing, tears fell from her eyes and all fell on Jun Xiao's thin coat. He could feel the moisture on his chest.

And the body trembling in his arms because of crying was soft. Although she had not held it before and was unprepared this time, she just felt that she was more dependent on him.

But he felt that he was willing to make such a change.

She hugged his waist with little strength, but her touch was very clear.

So he patted her on the shoulder and comforted softly, "I know, I know everything."

As like as two peas, she did not know whether the song was misunderstood. She could hold the smell of the body wash on his body, and she was exactly the same as herself.

Wen Ruyi, who didn't expect her to do this in front of so many people, was also a little stunned. When she remembered what song's father said to herself last night, she instinctively wanted to say a word to separate them.

But I couldn't bear to see my daughter crying like that.

In the room, only her cry was still intermittent.

Zhou danruo, who was ignored, watched the person sitting in front of him, so familiar and naturally rushed into Jun Xiao's arms.

Even if there is a mouthful of blood with you, you have to swallow it in your stomach.

She bit her teeth hard, and the fingers of her right hand tightly grasped the quilt covered on mu Yuchu's body. She caught several traces of the quilt cover.

Finally, after Song Manxi's mood eased for a long time, Wen Ruyi opened her mouth. Her face was not very good.

"Sissy, you're going to dirty your brother Junxiao's clothes later. All right, mom bought some porridge and you can drink some more."

Wen Ruyi put the bag on the table, picked up the thermos on the side and poured a small glass of water.

Because she never thought that Junxiao actually liked her daughter. The last time she met, their relationship was better than before. She thought it was just a simple brother's feelings for her sister.

Jun Xiao, she felt that according to her observation that she had been watching him grow up, the child was also a dead brain and identified person. It was also difficult for him to give up.