Watching with your own eyes, Wen Xiyan's legs were broken for her...

Nan Er removed the smart prosthesis for Wen Xiyan, and his movements were cautious and clumsy.

"It doesn't hurt, it's just ugly, don't be so careful." Wen Xiyan looked at Nan'er and cried.

He took out a tissue and handed it to her, and Xiao Er was the one who cried the most shameful thing.

Every tear fell like a knife, piercing into his heart.

"Not ugly, not ugly..." Nan Er shook his head and stroked his hand.

"Silly girl, stop crying, look upset."

Wen Xiyan didn't say he was heartbroken. After saying that, Xiaoer was going to feel uncomfortable again.

Nan Er looked up at Wen Xiyan, his nose was red, and he just looked at it.

Then he said, "It's really not ugly, it's really..."

Wen Xiyan raised his hand and grabbed Nan Er's head, with a very slight movement.

He smiled and said, "Silly girl..."

The corner of the street

A low-key luxury car parked there for a long time.

Shao Moyuan, the driving position, held the steering wheel tightly in his hand.

He wanted to know what the master felt at this moment, looking at his Mrs. Qiao.

I got into Wen Xiyan's car and left with him.

Before this, Wen Xiyan held his idol in his arms...

Also, the idol cried...

If his car was driving faster, then the idol should be sitting in their car at this time.

Qiao Zhanbei sat in the back seat of the car, with deep eyes looking at the iron rack where Mrs. Qiao had just sat.

It's very broken, probably been there for some time.

Everything here in Tongzilou is dilapidated, giving people a very depressing feeling.

Desolate, struggle, despair...

This is where Mrs. Qiao grew up.

Qiao Zhanbei opened the car door and got out, and Shao Moyuan followed.

Qiao Zhanbei walked to the iron rack. The half bottle of disinfectant that Mrs. Qiao used just now was still there.

In the white plastic bag, there are gauze and scald medicine...

Seeing these Qiao Zhanbei felt distressed, Mrs. Qiao was injured again.

But he didn't tell him...

His eyes fell on the food box that had eaten a few bites.

Qiao Zhanbei's thin lips curled up a smile.

Wen Xiyan…

Bauhinia Garden

Beile sat there properly, holding a water cup in his hand.

Drinking in small sips, those beautiful eyes kept staring at the plate in front of him.

Qiao Zhanbei was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window making a phone call, holding the cell phone in one hand and touching the eyebrows with the other.

"Check his cell phone for me." Qiao Zhanbei ordered to the person on the other side of the phone.

The tone was very heavy and cold, with a suppressed anger.

When Bei Le heard this, he knew that he was going to take his uncle's cell phone.

Tsk tsk tsk, the impulsive uncle's attitude towards things is not to be dealt with.

Recently, I have been on hot searches every day, and today I have been even more overwhelmed. A Weibo post has exploded again.

{Miss you, miss you, I want to be with you!}

I really don’t know who the girl the uncle wants to be together is, so charming.

Qiao Zhanbei explained a few more words and ended the call.

He turned around and threw his phone directly on the sofa, which seemed to be very angry.

Seeing that Uncle San was angry, Bei Le lowered his head so much that he could not lower it any longer.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at Bei Le like that and breathed in.

The eldest brother is cold and tough and has a tough temper, but Beile's temperament is soft and cowardly.

Although you can't speak and cannot hear, your child may feel inferior.

However, his temperament is too soft.

The second brother and lazy Qiaoqiao both coaxed him, cautious, just afraid that this child would have any psychological problems.

The fourth brother is even free from stockings, and he can do whatever he wants.
Chapter completed!