Wen Qiao forced a smile: "I hope Mr. Xiao will consider my suggestions carefully. I am confident that I can improve his current situation."
"Yeah, I'll think about it."
After breakfast, Wen Qiao and the others left. In the yard, she looked back and saw Xiao Junhe lying on the third-floor window, looking at her eagerly.
Wen Qiao always felt that the look was somewhat pitiful, so she waved at him, and the boy also waved at her.
After they and Xiao Liangyan left, Xiao Junhe was grabbed by Aunt Zhen and thrown to the ground.
"Who told you to let them into your room last night?"
Xiao Junhe wanted to cry, but Aunt Zhen kicked him angrily: "Don't cry."
"I was wrong."
"Will you dare to let anyone into your room again?"
"I don't dare."
Aunt Zhen glared at him and said, "Kneel down for a while and reflect on your actions!"
The door slammed shut, and a thin figure knelt in the dark room. Xiao Junhe murmured, "I like that sister, I like that sister."
But that sister also left. He hung his head, feeling a little aggrieved. That sister also left.
On the plane, Wen Qiao felt his right eyelid twitching and frowned, "I always feel that Aunt Zhen is not good enough. How about you suggest to Xiao Liangyan to change the nanny?"
Fu Nanli was handling official business and responded, "I told him, but he may not listen to me. He is very perfunctory to his son. He just wants his son to be safe from hunger and cold. As for other things, he doesn't seem to care."
Wen Qiao pressed his temple: "That's a life, and it's his son. Xiao Liangyan and Yao Qiwen are both sophisticated egoists. When you cooperate with Xiao Liangyan, you must be careful of him."
"Know."
After returning to Haicheng, Wen Qiao slept restlessly every night. She would have dreams, and almost every night she would dream about the boy named Xiao Junhe.
I dreamed that he was beaten up by Aunt Zhen. Because the child was mentally retarded, he could only rely on Aunt Zhen after being beaten up. How pitiful.
In the dream, he was curled up in the corner of a dim room, tears were flowing from his dark eyes, and he whispered softly, "Sister, save me."
Wen Qiao woke up in shock, breathing lightly, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. She sat by the window, poured a glass of cold water, and drank it down in one gulp.
She took out her cell phone and saw that it was three o'clock in the morning. She called Fu Nanli, who was sleeping soundly. He was woken up by the phone and said in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"
"Ask Xiao Liangyan to bring Xiao Junhe back to Haicheng. No matter what method you use, even if it means threatening him, you must bring the child back."
"Um?"
"I don't feel very well."
Fu Nanli unconditionally satisfied her: "Okay, I will tell Xiao Liangyan tomorrow that I have a villa in the suburbs. If he returns to China, let him live there first."
"um. Thank you."
"A nightmare?"
Wen Qiao rubbed his hair and said, "Yeah, I dreamed that the kid was beaten and cried for me to save him."
"Do you want me to come over?"
"It's okay, go to sleep."
The next day, Fu Nanli made an appointment with Xiao Liangyan and asked him how he had considered it. Xiao Liangyan thought to himself that this Mr. Fu was really annoying and really cared about the child, so he perfunctorily said, "I just returned to China, I still need to think about it carefully. I am always worried that others will know about the child's return."
"You don't have to worry about that. I will use the Fu family's private plane to pick him up and he will live in my villa in the suburbs. It's my only house in that half-mountain villa, so there won't be any problems."
(End of this chapter)