Mr Lu,You are my taste!

The boy picked up Zhao Jian and turned around for several times. Until she was dizzy, he reluctantly put her down. But his hand held her tightly. He didn't know whether he was reluctant to let go or afraid that she would really feel dizzy.

Zhao Jian held her head in a daze, but her lips were high, "Xu'er, you want to murder your sister."

Ji Rufeng is surprised. As far as he knows, Zhao Jian doesn't like the Zhao family, and her brother has been dead for more than 20 years. Who is Xu'er?

He whispered to Dr. Edmund, "how long has Xuer been here?"

Edmund glanced at him, gave him a smile, but said nothing.

The doctor's mouth here is like a safe box. Unless the family and the patient allow it, other people will not say a word when they ask.

Ji Rufeng asks for no fun, and his heart is more and more strange.

Soon, Ji Rufeng finds out the difference. Although Xu'er's behavior is the same as that of a normal person, his words are very strange, often confused, like Children who are not very expressive.

Zhao Jian is very patient. She talks with him and points out his mistakes.

Ji Rufeng waited for a while, then Zhao Jian waved to him, introduced Xu'er and Ji Rufeng, let them talk together, and went out with doctor Edmund.

"Dr. Edmund, what's going on with Xu'er..."

"He has been tested for intelligence, which is normal, even a little higher than normal people. He just sleeps for many years, and his mental development is not very sound. After a while, when he experiences childhood, adolescence and adolescence that everyone should experience, he will be the same as he should be at his age."

Zhao Jian breathed a sigh of relief, "11 years, ah, he finally woke up."

"So miss sugar made a miracle."

Zhao Jian shrugged her shoulders. In fact, for so many years, it was knowing that such a person had been waiting for her that she had come to the present?

In the ward, Ji Rufeng in the dark blue sweater is facing Xu'er in the light blue sweater. After hearing Zhao Jian say that the child is only about five or six years old, he simply doesn't know what kind of expression to put on.

Is it like that?

"What's your name?"

"My name is Zhao Xu."

"What?" Ji Rufeng almost overturned the table, "your name is Zhao Xu?"

Two days ago, Mo Bai just told him that a child died in Zhao's backyard. When he was sent to the hospital, his registered name was Zhao Xu!

Is it Zhao Xu?

Zhao Xu nodded, his long hands and legs moved restlessly. Ji Rufeng quickly picked up a car model and put it into his hand. Seeing that he immediately fiddled with it, Ji Rufeng asked, "how old are you?"

Zhao Xu tilted his head to think about it, stretched out a few fingers and began to count. After counting for a while, he said, "I'm five and a half years old this year."

Mingming is a 17-year-old boy, but with an innocent face, he tells himself that he is five and a half years old, and the impact is extraordinary. Ji Rufeng feels that his brain is not enough.

After a while, Ji Rufeng rubbed her face to find her reason and asked, "do you know how long you have lived here?"

Zhao Xu stopped and thought for a while, shaking his head, "I don't know, uncle, do you know?"

Uncle!!!

Ji Rufeng nearly fainted. Is he so old?

Just staring at Zhao Xu and not knowing what to say, Zhao Jian pushed the door and came in. Seeing that he was not happy, Zhao Jian quickly asked, "what's the matter?"

"You ask him!"

Seeing that his angry nose is not nose and eyes are not eyes, Zhao Jian was surprised and looked at Zhao Xu, "Xu'er, what did you say to make my brother angry?"

"Uncle!"

"Ah?"

"It's uncle!"

Zhao Jian's mouth smoked again and again, and her eyes were quiet. No wonder she was angry.