Xiao Qinghuan looked up at her, her dark eyes were extremely bright and quiet in the night, and tears flashed: "Little brother, why don't he want me and my mother?"

Xiao Yechen looked straight at the clear big eyes: "Because he is a bad person."

Xiao Qinghuan doesn't understand.

"They are all bad people. My mommy often says that people who do bad things openly are not the most hateful. The most hateful thing is those "good people" who do bad things, just like the woman who stole your father. She knew that it was wrong to stole your father, but she still acted with a guilty and uneasy face. Such a person is the most hateful."

Xiao Qinghuan's expression was a little confused. She was too young to fully understand the twists and turns in the adult world.

Xiao Yechen raised his hand and touched her cheek. He rarely did this move with Xiaoxue. Tonight, he touched the little girl he just met: "Qinghuan must not become a woman like her in the future. If you want to learn from my mother, you will never let me go; if you don't belong to me, you will never rob."

Speaking of Ye Weilan who gave her name, Xiao Qinghuan nodded quickly. She always kept a firm sentence, "Winter night light, ink, Qinghuan".

"Go back to bed, and you will get up early tomorrow and go home."

Xiao Qinghuan's eyes were flashing with tears, and she nodded with sobs: "Qinghuan has been away from home for so many days, and her mother must be very worried."

Xiao Yechen looked at the little girl who was holding back her tears and frowned: "If you want to cry, just cry."

Adults will cry when their father is stolen, let alone children under four years old.

Xiao Qinghuan cried loudly in the middle of the night, and her tender cry echoed in the night, drowned by the sound of waves sweeping in the distance, and it took a long time to disappear.

...

"Husband, you have to be gentle..." Early in the morning, such a soft voice came from a room, with the pitiful Nong Ruan.

The faint word "可" that follows is a sexy background even if it is just a pronunciation.

On the retro European-style palace bed, two figures in nightgowns were very close to each other. Ye Weilan was nestled in Qi Ye's arms, buried his face in his chest, and closed his eyes and refused to look here.

Qi Ye held her left wrist and slowly untie the bandage. The white fabric fell on the velvet quilt one by one, revealing a piece of wound that was quite "characteristic".

The white white wrist is smooth and tender, and the bones are slender. You can see larger blue blood vessels. At first glance, you can see the kind of hand that belongs to a beautiful woman. However, the few red scratches on the tender skin are very obvious. Perhaps because the skin is too white, it looks red and white at first glance, which is a different awkward.

Qi Ye took out a box of transparent ointment from the table and gently wiped the tender flesh that had just grown, with a lazy tone: "It's enough to keep it for two days."

"Is it going to be healed?" The man hiding in his arms raised his head and looked at him with a gaze.

Meiren Qi gave a positive answer.

"There are no "gullies"?" She asked again with a little uncertainty.

Girls love beauty, and no one wants those ugly scars on their bodies, especially when she has a disaster for her husband.

Qi Ye lowered his eyes and looked at his little wife: "You can touch it..."

Miss Ye touched her with her other hand. Although she felt a slight tingling feeling, she was smooth and without the uneven scars.

Mommy Ye smiled and breathed a sigh of relief: "I finally can go out without any injuries!"
Chapter completed!