Chapter 525

After a meal, she tightly grasped moxiran's hand, "have a good meal, sleep well, and keep your energy. When you find Xiaobao, you go to pick him up in person, or you will have to wait at home for others to pick him up, which will kill you."

Peach scare really useful, Mo West dye listen carefully, nod, it seems, is to write down.

Accompany her for a while, peach let her sleep.

Mo Xi Ran is very good. Lie down immediately.

She was really tired, too, and soon fell asleep.

Come out of the room, peach legs a soft.

Her arms were held and she was held in her arms.

Lift Mou, tearful eye hazy hope toward that person, she is biting lip, "I am really distressed."

Vogue Wen congmou, hold her tightly, kiss her eyes, "I know."

"How painful it should be for Xizi. Xiaobao is so good."

"I know."

When persuading, justice is awe inspiring and eloquent, but only peach knows that she is holding back tears and her body trembles slightly.

Popular text with her downstairs, Zhou Yanchen looked at her, deep voice asked: "how?"

Peach nodded: "I advised, Xizi should take good care of himself."

Feng Mou micro convergence, loose expression, Zhou Yanchen nodded, "thank you."

"You're welcome." The peach said softly, "little bag?"

"It will be found soon."

"Good."

Since the peach came, moxiran is really much better than before.

Eat seriously, rest seriously, face and body have recovered a lot.

This also made Zhou Yanchen more grateful to peach in his heart.

On Jiang Jingtao's side, Xue Suzhen's condition is not getting better. He is going to take her back to the United States for treatment.

Before leaving, he called Zhou Yanchen and wanted to see Mo xican.

Zhou Yanchen hesitated for a day before conveying Jiang Jingtao's meaning.

Unexpectedly, Mo Xiran agreed all of a sudden.

This morning, about Qingfeng favorite shopping mall, this is the proposal of Mo Xi ran.

Jiang Jingtao came alone and arrived early.

Coincidentally, he was sitting in Qingfeng's favorite position, looking at the people coming and going.

When moxiran and Zhou Yanchen arrived, they saw him in a daze.

After taking the things in Zhou Yanchen's hand, Mo Xiran said softly, "I'll go there alone."

Zhou Yanchen nodded and said in a deep voice, "I'll wait for you here."

"Well."

Found Mo Xi ran came, Jiang Jingtao stood up, forward to welcome a few steps.

"Sisi." Voice with excitement called, he subconsciously to help her arm.

Mo Xi ran didn't dodge and let him hold him.

As they sat on the rest chair, Jiang Jingtao immediately asked about her physical condition.

Every time we met, he would ask. He seemed very concerned.

Mo Xi ran said that he was very good, and then he gave his things to Jiang Jingtao.

"What's this?" Jiang Jingtao answers.

It's a picture book.

"It's the maple thing." Mo Xi ran said, "I think your wife will need it."

Surprised, Jiang Jingtao opened the album.

Sure enough, it was painted by Qingfeng.

"And this one." Mo Xi ran said, let Jiang Jingtao turn to the last page, in the interlayer, there is a piece of paper.

It's unfolded. It's Xue Suzhen on it.

Although Xue Suzhen could not completely forgive her for what she had done to her, she also sympathized with Xue Suzhen.

Xue Suzhen just love Qingfeng too much, love that is not her child.

As she said, Qingfeng is her only hope.

Without that hope, she collapsed.

"Give this to your wife and let her know that Qingfeng loves her deeply. Maybe she will get better because of this love."

"Sisi." Jiang Jingtao gritted his teeth and held moxiran's hand. "You are very kind, just like your mother."

When it comes to her mother, moxiran is still uncomfortable, let alone in front of Jiang Jingtao.

It's strange that she can do this for Xue Suzhen, but she can't completely accept and forgive Jiang Jingtao.

Draw back own hand, Mo West dye stands up, "I want to go."

"Sisi!" Jiang Jingtao stopped her, "can you, can you call me?"

This request, Mo Xi ran thought, may never be possible.

Without speaking, she went straight to Zhou Yanchen.

Looking at her back, Jiang Jingtao slowly clenched his fists and his eyes were sore.

Embracing her shoulder, Zhou Yanchen asked in a soft voice, "have you finished?"

"Well." She nodded, a little tired.

Zhou Yanchen took her out of the mall and got into the car, "go home.""Good."

……

Rongcheng.

A compound.

"Shall we go out to play?"

Wen Junshi carefully asked the boy sitting beside him, and at the same time looked at the three small heads lying on his window.

They were all her playmates, but because of him, she had ignored them for several days.

"You go."

The boy light way, the small Phoenix Mou stares straight in the television, the competition video of the children's combat contest.

Wen Junshi sighed, went to the window and waved: "we won't go out."

"Why?" One of the boys made a trumpet shape with his hand and asked her loudly, "come out to play, Shishi!"

Wen Junshi looked back at the boy sitting on the sofa and shook his head: "I'm not going out, you go."

When the three children separated, she returned to him and sat down quietly.

The boy recovered from the TV and looked at her. "You go to play, don't worry about me."

Wen Junshi showed a shy smile: "it doesn't matter, I want to accompany you."

The boy raised his eyebrows and held Wen Jun's hand.

When hearing junshidun, his eyes were wide open, and his lovely expression was like a little hamster.

Boys hook lips, Phoenix eyes lingering a layer of light doting light.

Just then, the kitchen aunt came out and asked two people, "what would you like for lunch later?"

Wen Junshi asked the boy, "what would you like to eat?"

The boy thought for a moment and came up with two words: "Roubao."

"Meat buns again?" The kitchen aunt was surprised, "I've been eating this for several days. Aren't you tired of it? Why don't we change it? "

He talked, but the boy pursed his lips.

Wen Junshi said, "Auntie, let's eat meat buns."

"Well, all right."

When the kitchen aunt left, Wen Junshi shook the boy's little hand, "you love meat buns so much, just call them little buns, OK?"

"Little bag?" Whispering, boys seem to think of something

"Bag, bag, bag."

Wen Junshi thinks that his idea is really good. The sweet girl's voice keeps calling, which also brings the boy's thoughts far away.

Vaguely, he seemed to have heard someone call him that.

Besides, more than one person has called it that.

Among all the calls that he could feel, he missed the voice of one person most.

It's very similar to today's voice, a little sharp, but different.

"What's the matter with you, Xiao Bao?" Find the boy in a daze, smell Jun poem doubt asked.

The boy looked back and shook his head. "Nothing."

"Shall I call you Xiao Bao?" She asked, blinking her big doll eyes.