This morning, I made an appointment at Qingfeng’s favorite shopping mall. This was Shang Yinran’s suggestion.
Jiang Jingtao came alone and arrived early.
It just so happened that he was sitting in Qing Feng's favorite position, watching the people passing by.
When Shang Yinran and Severe Cold arrived, they saw him there in a daze.
Taking the things in Severe Han's hand, Shang Yinran said softly, "I'll be there alone."
Severe Han nodded, and said in a deep voice, "I'm waiting for you here."
"Ok."
Seeing Shang Yinran approaching, Jiang Jingtao stood up and took a few steps forward.
Shang Yinran gave Jiang Jingtao what was in his hand.
"This is?" Jiang Jingtao took it over in doubt.
That is a picture album.
"Qingfeng's stuff." Shang Yinran said, "I think your wife will need it."
Jiang Jingtao was surprised and opened the album.
Sure enough, it was painted by Qingfeng.
"And this." Shang Yinran said, and asked Jiang Jingtao to turn to the last page. In the interlayer, there was a piece of drawing paper.
Expand, the picture above is Xue Suzhen.
Although Xue Suzhen did not completely forgive her for what she did to her, she also sympathized with Xue Suzhen.
Xue Suzhen just loves Qingfeng too much, and loves the child who was not born to her.
As she said herself, Qingfeng is her only hope.
Losing this hope, she collapsed.
"Bring this to your wife and let her know that Qingfeng loves her deeply, maybe she will get better because of this love."
After speaking, she walked straight towards Severe Cold.
Looking at her back, Jiang Jingtao slowly clenched his fists, his eyes aching.
He put his arms around her shoulders, and asked Sternly Han softly, "Done?"
"Yeah." She nodded, showing a trace of fatigue.
Yan Lihan took her out of the mall, got in the car, and said, "Go home."
"it is good."
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Rongcheng.
A compound.
"Shall we go out to play?"
"Go ahead."
The boy said lightly, Xiaofeng stared straight at the video of the children's fighting competition on the TV.
"You go play and leave me alone."
Wen Junshi smiled shyly: "It's okay, I want to be with you."
The boy's little sword closed his eyebrows and reached out to hold Wen Junshi's little hand.
Wen Junshi's eyes widened suddenly, her cute expression like a little hamster.
The boy curled his lips, and Xiaofeng's eyes lingered with a faint pampering light.
At this moment, the aunt in the kitchen came out and asked two people: "What do you want for lunch later?"
Wen Junshi asked the boy, "What do you want to eat?"
The boy thought for a while, and two words came out: "Meat buns."
"It's meat buns again?" The kitchen aunt was surprised, "I've been eating these for a few days. Isn't it greasy? Or, let's change it?"
Talking about it, but the boy pursed his lips.
Wen Junshi said: "Auntie, let's eat meat buns."
"Uh, all right."
When the kitchen aunt left, Wen Junshi shook the boy's little hand, "You love meat buns so much, just call it Xiaobao, how about it?"
"Little Bao?" whispered, the boy seemed to think of something...
"Little bag, little bag, little bag."
Wen Junshi felt that his thoughts were really good, and the sweet girl voice kept screaming, and it also took the boy's thoughts away.
Vaguely, he seemed to have heard someone call him this way.
Moreover, more than one person has called it this way.
Among all the calls that could be felt, he missed a person's voice most.
The sound is very similar to the current sound, a bit shrill, but different.
"Xiao Bao, what's the matter with you?" Wen Junshi asked suspiciously when he found the boy in a daze.
The boy recovered and shook his head slightly, "Nothing."
"Then I call you Xiaobao, OK?" She asked, blinking her big doll-like eyes.
The boy was soft-hearted and nodded uncontrollably.
"Great!" Wen Junshi cheered, and said seriously: "This is my exclusive name. Only I can call you Xiaobao, okay?"
The boy nodded again.
"packet."
"Shhh." The stubby little finger made a silence on his lips, and the boy turned his head and continued to concentrate on watching TV.
Although Wen Junshi doesn't know why he likes two boys to fight together, he is also behaved and quiet, watching with him.
An hour later, Auntie Kitchen’s meat buns were ready.
"Shishi, have dinner."
Because the boy doesn't remember what he is called, no one can call him by his name.
Wen Junshi stood up, thought for a moment, and said to the kitchen aunt: "Auntie, call him Xiaobao from now on."
"Xiao Bao?" The kitchen aunt was startled, and then laughed, "Did you make it? Is it because he likes to eat meat buns, so it is called Xiao Bao?"