The milk group of the five big guys spit milk

Jiang Mianmian's tears choked back at once.

It's over, the second brother doesn't want to talk to her anymore, and always feels that the next journey is dark.

Sure enough, after waiting for the police uncle to take him away, and then went to the police station to take notes, the second brother didn't say a word at all except to answer the police uncle's questions for a full two hours.

Especially not answering her a word.

Jiang Mianmian felt that there was a sea of ​​bitterness hidden in her heart, and the salt particles jumped out wantonly.

When she came out of the police station, looking at the tall back of the second brother, she pursed her lips, ran to the side of the second brother in a hurry, and reached out to hold his warm fingers.

"Second brother, shall we go home? Are you hungry?"

While speaking, she carefully looked at Jiang Xiumiao's expression.

However, Jiang Xiumiao just glanced at her plainly and said, "Oh, go home!"

Ginger Mianmian...

She could only stay in the car obediently, treating herself like a doll, and being embraced by Jiang Xiumiao.

Maybe it was because she was hungry, or maybe it was because she was tired after worrying, but she actually... fell asleep!
The car lights outside the window seem to be passing stars, passing by the car one by one, leaving only a trance of light and shadow.

Jiang Xiumiao looked down at the little girl in her arms, couldn't help picking up the broken hair on her cheeks with her slender fingers, then pinched the little girl's plump face unhappily, and said in a low voice: "You disobedient little girl!" Fool!"

That voice was both helpless and pampering, and there was no trace of calm and indifference when ignoring people.

Uncle Li, who was driving, looked at the two of them getting along in the rearview mirror, with a smile in his eyes, and shook his head, "Second Young Master is so worried about Miss, why are you scaring her?"

No one in the Jiang family was willing to make Jiang Mianmian really sad.

So Jiang Xiumiao's anger was nothing more than putting on airs.

But Jiang Mianmian had to be deeply aware of what she had done wrong, and her choice would worry her family.

That's why he was able to use his superb acting skills to hold his expression.

Hearing this, he let go of his hand helplessly, and smiled softly in a wild voice: "Don't scare her, she doesn't have a long memory!"

I hope this time, the little girl can remember what she once promised him.

Uncle Li shook his head, smiled and continued to drive.

When they got home, it was already two o'clock in the morning. Jiang Xiumiao carefully put the little girl on the big soft bed, wiped her hands and feet gently, and then turned to go to sleep.

In the hall were Jiang Chengxi and vassal Yuan with jet-black eyes.

"Second brother, what's the matter? Didn't Mianmian go to see you acting?"

Jiang Chengxi braced his heavy eyelids and tried to pull himself together.

In order to get the support of his eldest brother and brother Yue, he spent the whole day in his secret base today, either testing or making a schedule, and even found time to do a field investigation, which was more difficult than studying in school. pain.

But Mianmian didn't get home until eight o'clock, so she called to find out that their baby had been kidnapped.

If the second brother hadn't promised that he could rescue people, he would have been unable to sit still.

Jiang Xiumiao rubbed the folds between his brows, and his whole body was inevitably covered with gloom: "Someone went to the production team and Jiang Mianmian took them to the suburbs near Luoxia Mountain to do a quiz!"

"What? Do the questions?" Jiang Chengxi suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

He couldn't help but rubbed his earlobes, his eyes widened: "Second Brother, did I hear you right? Is there something wrong with the kidnapper? The kidnapper was just to solve the problem?"

Jiang Xiumiao was in his line of sight, and nodded slightly: "Well, according to Mianmian, it is Sudoku. I heard her say that the difficulty is not low for children!"

Jiang Chengxi: "..."

For a moment, he didn't know what expression to make.

Are those kidnappers sure they have no serious illness?
"But those two kidnappers were very strict. I asked them when I was taking notes, but they didn't say a word!" Jiang Xiumiao nestled himself on the sofa and closed his eyes wearily.

After filming for a whole day, and worrying about the little girl, he was too tired.

Mainly tired.

But the incident was so strange that he had to think.

But the two people who were looking at each other did not see that behind them, sitting alone on the carpet, the vassal Yuan who assembled the machinery with his slender fingers lowered his eyes heavily.

It seems that some people can't wait, and still don't plan to let the children go.

He looked up at the two people who were confused, and silently did not express his guess.

Because he has no evidence yet.

"Okay, let's talk about this matter tomorrow, go to rest first, it's getting late!" Jiang Xiumiao stood up first.

Since no conclusion can be reached, it is better to recharge your batteries.

Jiang Chengxi paused, then nodded silently: "Well, I see...Yuanyuan, you should go to bed too, children won't grow taller if they don't sleep well!"

Hearing this, the vassal Yuan looked up at him expressionlessly, his eyes full of helplessness.

"I'll grow to 187!" he emphasized again.

Jiang Chengxi didn't take it seriously, and directly bent down and dragged him into the bedroom: "Quickly rest!"

Standing in the black-and-gray room, Feng Chenyuan pursed his lips, deeply feeling that he wanted to grow up quickly. Although the appearance of a child could be disguised, it...had no deterrent effect at all.

If it was him, Jiang Chengxi would never throw him into the room like this.

But he is only five years old now!

He pursed his lips irritably, let the door close, straightened his pajamas, and went to sleep on the bed.

……

"Second brother..."

"I was wrong...brother!"

"So hungry!"

Small and broken voices sounded in the dim room.

In the room, on the pink princess bed, the little girl was nestled in the quilt in vain and tender, and opened her eyes in a daze.

The next moment, she sat up abruptly, jumped off the bed and hurried to Jiang Xiumiao's room.

Then, she stopped abruptly, stared at the door stiffly, blinked her eyes, turned around and left with her head down for a while.

No way, she can't face the calm face of her second brother now.

Alas, you can't do anything wrong!

It's really hard to coax people!

What should she do so that the second brother will forgive her?
With this doubt in mind, Jiang Mianmian hurried back to her room, changed into comfortable exercise clothes, and went to Ke's villa to exercise.

It's nearly November, and the weather is still dark at five o'clock.

Hoarfrost condensed on the withered yellow grass, and the uphill road was a bit slippery.

Jiang Mianmian accidentally flopped on the ground, she pursed her lips, got up alone, and sighed faintly.

"Yo, what are you thinking, little brat?"

Ke Wuxiu's lazy and light voice sounded above her head.

Jiang Mianmian looked up, and saw Ke Wuxiu sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a khaki coat, with a thick gray blanket covering his knees. If you ignore the teasing trickle in his eyes, it looks like The sick and weak son of a wealthy family.

However, Jiang Mianmian knew that the person in front of him liked watching theater the most, and he had a bad personality.

However, that is the treatment of others.

So Jiang Mianmian looked up at her fair and tender face, and shouted crisply: "Brother Milk Tea, good morning, Mianmian is thinking of you!"