"What's wrong, mother?" Wen Jian rarely wants to hug him now, so when his mother takes the initiative to hug him, the little guy can't help but hug his mother's neck.
Wen Zhigu concluded seriously: "The people in Ji Mansion are all very shameless."
The corners of Wen Jian's mouth turned up slightly, feeling that her mother's words sounded like irony and protective.
The night wind was icy and freezing, so Wen Zhigu hugged the child tighter.
"Mother, my grandfather gave me a historical record left by the ancestors of the Ji family to teach me to read it carefully in the future."
Wen Zhigu said "hmm" and said, "Grandpa tells you to keep it, just keep it."
"And..." Wen Jian suddenly hesitated to speak.
Wen Zhigu asked subconsciously: "Is your father making trouble again?"
Wen Jian shook his head, and the boss sighed deeply and said, "I feel like dad is not happy at all. He looks so weak..."
Wen Zhigu didn't know what was wrong. In the past, when she heard such words, she would only think that Ji Xubai deserved it. Sometimes her mind was calm, and she didn't even have the slightest reaction to it. But at this moment, she heard Xiao Jian's words Saying these words, my heart trembled violently.
Very distressed.
She remembered that every time she left him for a while, he would have random thoughts, lose his temper with the people below, or give up on himself... Now that she was really gone, as he wished, how could he survive when she left...
Wen Zhigu thought that he had explained everything he needed to explain, so he could always feel relieved.
But after she heard Xiao Jian say these words, she suddenly felt very sad.
However, Wen Zhigu had no way to see him, let alone face Ji Xubai.
This time there was no simple quarrel between them...
Ji Xubai kissed her, but she didn't push him away immediately...
Wen Zhigu was too scared.
She couldn't help but think of Qi Yue's thoughtful eyes and Qi Yue's clear smile on her face.
Wen Zhigu couldn't think about it, and he was afraid that he would continue to think about it.
"Mom, will daddy really get better?" Wen Jian asked cautiously.
"Yes, as long as he thinks about it, there is nothing impossible." Everyone has had their own difficulties. There are many people in the world who have it more difficult than Ji Xubai. If they can survive, Ji Xubai There is nothing that cannot be lived.
After returning to his residence, Wen Zhigu took Wen Jian to wash and change clothes, and then made a bed for him in the new room. After thinking about it, he gave him the prepared gloves, "Xiao Jian, next time Your grandfather or father misses you. Give this to your father when you go to Ji Mansion. It's cold now and his hands are always afraid of getting cold, so tell him to remember to wear gloves."
Wen Jian lay on the soft new bed and played with the fluffy and warm gloves handed over by her mother. There was a layer of soft and smooth fluff inside, with warm cotton stuffed in the middle, and the outer layer was embroidered in white. The snow-like satin with intricate patterns looks very delicate and warm.
Wen Jian had seen her mother making gloves from time to time, but she didn't expect that they were for her father.
Wen Jian pouted: "What about Xiao Jian's?"
"I'll do it when I have time." Wen Zhigu couldn't help laughing as he watched the little guy pouting.
"Mom is free when she's doing it for daddy, but she's not free when she's doing it for little Jian, huh." Wen Jian rubbed the new and comfortable gloves, and she was actually quite happy because they seemed to be the mother-in-law in her memory. This is the first time I gave something to my dad, and it was a pair of gloves made by my mother.