Chapter 83

"DIU DIU, tell uncle who said that to you."

The mellow and melodious voice is full of the surging anger of convergence. Changhuan looks up and sees that Jiang shaoxun's peach blossom eyes are as dark as night, and the blue veins in front of his forehead are looming.

Chang Huan's heart is full of warmth. Is he angry for throwing it?

DIU DIU turns to look at Jiang shaoxun. When he is looking at his tall figure, he opens his arms to Jiang shaoxun with a sour nose. His voice is soft, waxy and aggrieved: "uncle, DIU DIU wants to hold him."

Jiang shaoxun holds him up. Although his posture is not standard, Changhuan's clear eyes are gradually covered with mist.

"Bad aunt said, bad aunt also took some uncles to fight lost lost lost and grandmother, lost lost here there is a scar." DIU DIU said, pointing to a light pink scar on his forehead, "today, DIU DIU went to kindergarten. DIU DIU's deskmate also said that DIU DIU was disfigured and didn't look handsome at all."

Throw throw more say more small voice, lie prone in the arms of Jiang shaoxun refused to look up, only shaking shoulder showed that he is crying now.

Chang Huan, however, lowers her head and clenches her teeth. It seems that Nie Changqing brought people to make trouble at the beginning, which had a great impact on Diao Diao's psychology. After such a long time, Diao Diao still remembers it.

Nie Changqing must have said a lot of things that she shouldn't have said at that time. Changhuan clenched her hand. Sometimes, blindly giving in or ignoring can't solve the problem. It will only make the mad dog bark more and more fiercely.

Changhuan's eyes flashed a trace of determination, some things, also should let Nie Changqing back.

Jiang shaoxun after throwing such a finger, only to find that there is a scar on his forehead. He did not pay attention to it before. He patted him on the back with the palm of his hand and comforted him awkwardly: "scar is a symbol of a man, and he is handsome."

Diao Diao looked up from Jiang shaoxun's arms and asked, "really?"

"Really, I don't believe what my uncle said?"

DIU DIU just grins. His short legs hook Jiang shaoxun's waist. His fleshy hands hold his neck. Then he kisses him on his cheek. His words are very happy: "is DIU DIU as handsome as his uncle?"

Jiang shaoxun brow deep lock for a while, and then pretended to be serious and said: "lost lost lost very handsome, but Uncle more handsome."

See lose lose mouth a flat, pose to cry out again, Jiang shaoxun quickly changed his words: "lose lose lose the most handsome."

Throw to throw this just smile voice, round eyes smile to want to narrow up.

Jiang shaoxun looks at Diao Diao's smiling face. He has a strange feeling for Diao Diao. This kind of feeling is not clear. He is always smart, but he doesn't know what this kind of feeling is.

Looking at the father and son's Changhuan, his eyes showed such emotions as comfort, worry and fear. How long can this seemingly warm atmosphere last?

After dinner, Chang Huan coaxed Diao to sleep, and talked with him for a long time. He just wanted to make Diao feel at ease and ensure that no matter in the future or in the future, he would not leave Diao behind.

After long Huan's words, she went to sleep sweetly.

Changhuan leans on the head of the bed and looks at him tenderly, but his heart is filled with a touch of sour.

Jiang shaoxun didn't know that DIU DIU was his child, but when he faced DIU DIU, he gave incomparable love and care, which was beyond the scope of a lover.

Is this the fetter of blood?

Nie Xun's practice, however, could not even compare with Jiang shaoxun's.

Changhuan crept away from the room of ditiao. She went to Jiang shaoxun's study.

Before he walked in, he heard the conversation inside. Jiang shaoxun seemed to be on the phone, vaguely as if he could hear Nie Xun.

Long Huan has been waiting for Jiang shaoxun to finish the call, just knocked on the door and walked in.

Jiang shaoxun is sitting on the computer chair, his legs are carefree and cocky, but he shows domineering side leakage. His slender fingers are beating the table rhythmically, looking at Nie Changhuan with a smile: "do you hear that?"

Chang Huan nodded: "hear some."

"You didn't even care when you were beaten like this?"

According to Jiang shaoxun, he has checked.

Changhuan suddenly became angry.

It was a child he didn't want. She didn't have three heads and six arms. She worked hard to keep a secret and dragged him to such a big extent. Why did he use a questioning tone to accuse her?

Chang Huan's cheek is so angry that he wants to talk to Jiang shaoxun, but he is not careful about it.

"Don't stand, sit."

Chang Huan was angry: "No."

Jiang shaoxun got up from his chair and stepped toward Chang Huan with his long legs. He took Chang Huan's waist with one hand and took her to the sofa with half a hug and half a pull.

Changhuan struggles, but sits on Jiang shaoxun's leg.

His lips filled with a smile: "let you sit but not, I have to hold."

Chang Huan was so angry that he couldn't say anything. He turned away from Jiang shaoxun and showed her anger vividly.

She also has the fragrance of flowers after bathing. She has a delicate fragrance all over her body. Her slender waist is outlined by the waist nightdress. The weak clavicle is exposed in the place of the micro V-neck. The more she goes down, the more she can see the snow white.

Changhuan is like a flower in bud, inviting to pick.

Jiang shaoxun's throat is tight. Since he tasted her good taste, he seems to have been poisoned by her. Even the loss she brought, he loves her.

Aware that his powerful muscles suddenly tense up, Chang Huan panicked and wanted to jump from his leg, but he pressed down.

Is this man not tired?

Long Huan also ignore angry, toward Jiang shaoxun urgent said: "fourth brother, I come to you is something."

Jiang shaoxun's voice is deep: "you say."

Chang Huan clasped his hands around Jiang shaoxun's neck and looked into his eyes. He was about to flatter him. He held his voice and said, "the broadcast time of my TV play was robbed. Fourth brother, can you help me get it back?"

This is not the Changhuan he knows!!!

Jiang shaoxun buckled Changhuan's waist: "be serious!"

Chang Huan pouted her lips. It was he who was not serious that she cooperated with her. She moved uneasily: "then you put me down first."

Ruan Xiang's body wriggles in his arms. Jiang shaoxun takes a deep breath and then releases his hand. Chang Huan jumps down from him and sits directly on the edge of the sofa.

Under the flickering light, she seemed to see Jiang shaoxun's restrained impulse. When she looked at it again, it was really

Changhuan said in his heart: this man is not tired in the dictionary.

Jiang shaoxun squinted dangerously: "look again?"

Chang Huan was stunned. When she found that her eyes had been on him, her cheeks became hot. She quickly drew back her eyes and wanted to pretend to faint.