Leng Aojun is three and a half years younger

Mother Luo wiped her tears while talking, let alone, she felt extremely wronged while talking, and the hatred for Chen Xiwen in her heart reached a certain level.

It's a pity that no matter how sad she was, Luo's father never opened the door. In the end, Luo's mother had to dump the noodles that were still broken.

Imperial Palace.

The little bun was holding a teddy bear, and stood at Luo Qingqian's door. I don't know how long it had passed. Jun Tingmo had already finished today's work in the study, and only when he went out did he see the little bun standing there, motionless.

"Little Baozi..." Jun Tingmo frowned and shouted, Little Baozi turned his head to look at his papa, his lovely eyebrows were frowning at the moment: "Papa, did you say Qianqian fell asleep? "

"You want to go in and look for her, but you don't want to disturb her?" Jun Tingmo squatted down, keeping the little bun at eye level.

Xiao Baozi nodded obediently when he heard the words: "I know that Grandma Yun is injured, so I changed the breakfast to someone else recently, so I asked Uncle Tan Ke to deliver the medicine to Grandma Yun. I also know that Qianqian is injured. , the little sister is gone, but you still have me, I want Qianqian not to be sad, but I don't know how to do it."

At this moment, Xiao Baozi was extremely helpless. He was already very independent and very smart. He could understand everything taught by the teachers at school after reading it once.

He can understand to a certain extent what Papa does every day, but he doesn't know how to coax Qianqian.

There was a look of disappointment on his small face, and Jun Tingmo's eyes were deep. Looking at his son, a look of relief flashed in his eyes.

He raised his hand and patted his little head: "Qianqian will like everything you do, so don't stand outside the door so stupidly next time, even if you go in, you can still talk to Qianqian, she will like it .”

Jun Tingmo had a different feeling since he had never talked so much with Xiao Baozi.

Xiao Baozi seemed to understand something, and nodded abruptly: "Then I'll talk to Qianqian tomorrow, so as not to disturb her, but also make Qianqian happy."

Looking at his well-behaved and smart son, Jun Tingmo was slightly lost in thought.

Just half a year ago, my son was autistic and hardly spoke.

Now he is willing to become a small chatterbox for Luo Qingqian, and he has never gone on a hunger strike or locked himself in a room, and even when he heard the names of those people in the old house, he never showed any signs of fear look.

All this was because of the appearance of the girl in the room, Jun Tingmo felt his heart suddenly softened at this moment.

Although the child is lost, the girl is still there, which is the happiest thing.

His eyes were slightly moist. After coaxing the little bun, he asked the servant to take him into the room, and Jun Tingmo turned the door open and walked in.

Sure enough, a small group of figures protruded from the bed, and the sound of their breathing was so peaceful.

The girl's face was flushed when she slept, but it was not as rosy as before. Even so, there was a trace of paleness on her face, and Jun Tingmo felt distressed for a moment.

He walked over a few steps, touched the girl's forehead, and he was relieved when he felt that her body temperature was normal.

He stood up, walked to the makeup table, and saw that the number of pills had decreased, which meant that Ye Mian hadn't taken less medicine. He put the medicine on the table, got up and stood in front of the window, sitting on the recliner, with his mobile phone next to him , This lie is an hour.

It wasn't until a tiny light flickered in the dark night that he suddenly opened his eyes, reached out to pick up the mobile phone beside him, and picked it up.