"Are you hungry, what do you want to eat, I'll let the kitchen make it for you."
The two brothers did not bow their heads to each other, Lin Xiaomi had no choice but to be caught in the middle, so he could only make peace and grow old.
"Don't bother, anything is fine."
Lin Xiaomi nodded: "Then eat some porridge first. You have injuries on your body. It is not suitable to eat too greasy food. Eating light food will help you recover."
As Lin Xiaomi said, he went to cook porridge for him in person, and Leng Junlin, a little follower, also followed out. After this incident, he became even more attached to Lin Xiaomi.
"What kind of porridge did you cook? Cook more, I'm hungry too."
Lin Xiaomi looked down at his son who was grabbing the corner of his clothes, hugged him and kissed him: "Didn't you have breakfast?"
"I ate, but I'm not full."
Lin Xiaomi looked at the bruise on his son's face and exposed arm, and his eyes turned red again.
"Does it hurt?" She almost lost him, and when she thought of this, she couldn't control the panic in her heart.
"It doesn't hurt, it's just a little itchy." The little guy said, he leaned into her arms and rubbed it, and showed her the injured chubby arm, his voice was a little excited: "Uncle Tang said, this is a gunshot wound!" Well, it wiped off my arm with a bang, just like a cop blockbuster, too exciting."
The little guy took this as a way to show off, but Lin Xiaomi was terrified when he heard it.
She didn't dare to imagine what would happen if the bullet missed a little bit more, if it shot through his arm, or if it missed a little bit more, what would happen if it hit his heart.
Thinking that he was only five years old and had to endure so many dangers, Lin Xiaomi's heart felt like a knife was piercing his heart.
"Baby, Mom will never leave you again." Lin Xiaomi hugged the little guy into her arms, hugging his soft body, smelling the fragrance of milk on his body, tears flowed out uncontrollably.
She actually hugged him a little tight. When Leng Junlin fell down last night, he had a lot of bruises on his body. Being hugged by her like this, he grinned in pain.
The little guy was a little flustered when he heard her sobbing, and patted her back clumsily with his little hands: "Am I okay? Don't cry."
In fact, he was indeed frightened. It was said that the little man bleeds but not tears. He has been holding back, but now being surrounded by Lin Xiaomi, his eyes are also red, and he began to sob along with her.
When Leng Yihuang walked into the kitchen, he saw his wife and children hugging each other and crying, that scene made his heart ache.
"Okay, it's all right, isn't everything fine now?" He hugged Leng Junlin, held his forearm, looked at the injuries on his arm and body, and asked, "Does it hurt? "
The little guy acted like a little man in front of his father, and shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."
Leng Yihuang raised his hand and pinched his face: "At noon, someone will make you Coca-Cola Chicken Wings, Braised Pork Ribs, and Tomato and Egg Soup."
When the little guy heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, and he grinned and nodded: "Thank you, Dad."
It turned out that Dad knew what his favorite food was.
Except for Lin Xiaomi, Leng Yihuang's emotions are always restrained in front of others.
He couldn't do anything. He hugged his son with tears in his eyes, like Lin Xiaomi, coaxing his sweetheart and expressing his worries.
He put the little guy on the ground and patted his head: "Go out and play."
Leng Junlin actually didn't want to play, but he looked up at Lin Xiaomi who was still crying uncontrollably, thinking that Leng Yihuang must be trying to coax her, so he ran out obediently, leaving space for the two of them.
After his son ran out, Leng Yihuang closed the kitchen door without any hassle, turned around and pulled Lin Xiaomi into his arms, frowning and looking at her teary face: "Why are you crying again, isn't King's Landing all right? After downloading, my daughter is really a crying bag."
Lin Xiaomi gave him a hard look: "Don't be joking with me, this time there is Leng Xingye, have you ever thought about what would happen to King's Landing without him? Or when something happened when you escaped, What will happen? It's all your fault, if we take him, this kind of thing will not happen, he is only five years old, he is still so young, if something happens, I can't live anymore. "
His wife's tears are simply the deadliest weapon to him. Leng Yihuang was so distressed that he repeatedly admitted his mistake: "Okay, okay, I didn't think carefully this time, and I promise you that nothing like this will ever happen again. Whether things are good or not, don't cry, my husband feels distressed."
He thought it would be better to leave Leng Junlin in the Presidential Palace and have Yin Xuerui take care of him than to travel to country Y with them.
It was because he didn't think carefully and underestimated Leng Shaoyang's ambition.
Unexpectedly, he would be so insane that he would poison Leng Ao Tianxia.
Although he didn't show it, he was actually sweating.
Lin Xiaomi snorted and said, "Then you promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you will take me and Junlin with you. Our family will never be separated again. We will bear any danger together."
"Okay, I promise you."
Now what she said was what, but she was assured, she still couldn't control her tears.
"Didn't they all promise you? Why are you still crying? Don't cry anymore, your eyes are swollen."
Lin Xiaomi endured it, but still couldn't, and punched him on the chest: "Don't force me, I can't control it, why don't you let me cry for a while!"
If this person can control his emotions, he is no longer a person, but a god.
She told herself not to think about it, she was fine, but she couldn't help but keep repeating those thrilling pictures in her mind.
He even couldn't control his wild thoughts, and his mind was full of images of Leng Junlin's accident.
She was already suffering enough, and Leng Yihuang forced her, she was wronged to death.
Lin Xiaomi didn't show any signs of controlling her tears, instead she cried more and more fiercely, hiccupping when she cried so much, it seemed like she had been wronged by the world.
Leng Yihuang was helpless, and his heart was tugged following her sobs.
"Okay, okay, I don't force you, then cry in my husband's arms."
As he spoke, he took her into his arms, and patted her back with his big hand, as if coaxing a baby.
Lin Xiaomi's mood gradually calmed down, the porridge was boiling, and the smell of rice wafted from the kitchen.
The crying red face was buried in his arms, and he deliberately smeared all the snot and tears on his shirt, and then pushed him away, sniffing while looking at the porridge in the pot.
Leng Yihuang looked at the muddy chest, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, knowing that she did it on purpose.
In this world, she is the only one who dares to treat him, a clean freak.
He didn't have the heart to eat on the plane before, but now smelling the delicious porridge cooked by his wife, Leng Yihuang also felt a little hungry.
"Did you cook it for me? I'm really hungry, my wife is so kind."