What she always remembered was that her son's life was saved by that little girl.
Fu Jiang plotted against her son and caused a car accident. It was the little girl who pulled him out of the car and saved his life, otherwise her son would have been burned to death.
Some time ago, Gu Xiao took a Browning to Xiaotangshan to settle accounts with her son. I heard from the people there that at the critical moment, it was the little girl who risked her life to stand in front of her son.
Although there was no bullet in Gu Xiao's Browning.
But the little girl definitely didn't know that before.
It is only natural that he should protect the child with his own life, since she is willing to sacrifice her life for him.
As a mother, she is not so unreasonable as to force the little girl to make sacrifices. Who isn't a mother's little baby
The cell phone rang and Fu Nanli answered it. It was Wen Qiao's voice on the other end, with children's laughter in the background and Wen Chi's shouting in the distance, 'Wen Qiao, come and set off the fireworks. If you don't come, I won't leave any for you.'
Fu Nanli felt a little heavy in his heart.
On New Year's Eve, while other families were having reunion dinners, he was on his way to take his grandfather to the hospital.
"Have you had the New Year's Eve dinner?" Wen Qiao ignored Wen Chi's shouting and asked the person on the other end of the phone with a smile in his voice.
"Well, I'm ready and about to eat. What about you?"
Wen Qiao: "Uncle Ji is still preparing. The New Year's Eve dinner is so sumptuous that he has been preparing for the whole afternoon. He is so hungry."
Fu Nanli's expression eased a little: "Your uncle Ji is a good cook."
“Do you watch the Spring Festival Gala?”
Fu Nanli's migraine came without warning, and his temples hurt badly. "I don't really care."
"You can take a look. I'll send you a message at twelve o'clock, okay?"
"Um."
"I'm going to have dinner now. I'll hang up now. I'd like to say Happy New Year to you first."
"Well, Happy New Year."
While Wen Qiao and his family were having New Year's Eve dinner, Fu Nanli was standing outside the door of the emergency operating room, waiting to see what was happening with his grandfather.
At the dinner table, Su Ce brought over a bottle of vinegar: "Aqiao, do you want to put some vinegar in the sauce?"
"Put more."
Su Yun said happily: "Qiao Qiao is really like your uncle. You both like sour food."
"It's normal for a niece to look like her uncle."
Hairy crabs, fried shrimps, beef in soy sauce, grilled lamb chops, all of them were hard-core dishes. Wen Chi's appetite was whetted as he said, "Uncle Ji, tonight's meal is a bit too sumptuous. I estimate that we will have to eat at least five days' worth of leftovers."
Ji Mingyuan smiled and said, "It's a rare occasion. Your uncle is back. It's the first year he spends with us, so we have to make it grand."
As he spoke, he opened a can of beer for each of them. Su Yun said with a sigh, "Those two kids are not yet adults."
Ji Mingyuan poured half a bottle for each of them: "Share a can between the two of you. It's not intoxicating. It's okay."
The TV in the living room was always playing, with celebratory music accompanied by the laughter and chasing of children in the alley, creating a strong New Year atmosphere.
At the dinner table, Su Ce took out three red envelopes: "Red envelopes for you."
How could Wen Qiao afford to do that
My uncle insisted on letting them claim the lottery ticket with the number he reported yesterday. He said he had no need for the money and it could be said that he regarded money as dirt.
But now, he is quite tight on money, and he still has to give red envelopes to the three siblings. Wen Qiao really can't bear to accept money from his uncle.
"We are all so old now, we have long stopped accepting red envelopes."
Wen Chi touched his head: "Hmm? You're not going to accept it? Last year..."
Wen Qiao picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and stuffed it into his mouth: "Food can't stop your mouth, right?"
Su Ce suppressed a smile and said, "Not much, 600 per person, take it, we A Qiao will be safe and happy."
Wen Chi: …
Wimmer: …
Nephews don’t deserve names
Fifty more explosions completed~
Ask for monthly ticket~
(End of this chapter)