Rebirth Group Favorite: The Movie Emperor's Wife Is Poor and Fierce

Little Trash was stunned. He stared at the note for a few seconds, then turned his head and looked at the apartment door on the other side.

After wrapping his mouth, Xiao Lian stood up from the ground and walked slowly behind the door.

Hearing the sound of breathing outside the door, after a while, he gritted his teeth, and finally held the doorknob, with a serious face, and pressed the lock.

After locking it, he bounced back to the living room.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a baby's cry suddenly sounded from outside the door: "Wow!!!"

The little trash froze for a moment.

The next second, his dna moved, he rushed over almost without thinking, and opened the door with a bang!

As soon as the door was opened, he saw outside, Jian Huating was holding Sheng Xingyan, looking at him with a simple face.

Little Trash: "..."

Little Trash hurriedly hugged Sheng Xingyan over, puffed his cheeks and asked, "Why is he here!"

Jian Huating got into the room with a cheeky face, and smiled: "I knew you wouldn't open the door for me, so I brought a hostage."

Little Trash kicked him: "Get out, get out! This is my home!"

Jian Huating was kicked several times by him, so he simply jumped onto the table so that he couldn't kick him, and explained: "Today is your birthday, dad will accompany you until twelve o'clock, and leave at twelve o'clock, really!"

Little Trash snorted: "No, get out now! Otherwise I'll let the dog go!"

As he spoke, he yelled into the house: "Goudaner, Goudaner, come out quickly, there are thieves in the house!"

The door of the room opened, Ming came out with a livid face, and said in a cold voice, "What's the noise?"

The little rubbish hurriedly complained: "This person insists on coming in, hit him up, hit him up!"

Ming narrowed his eyes and looked at Jian Huating.

Jian Huating could only explain again: "I really leave at twelve o'clock..."

Ming frowned: "How can I believe you?"

Jian Huating fumbled in his pocket, took out an invoice, and handed it to them: "Sheng Xingyan only rents until twelve o'clock, and I have to pay it back at twelve o'clock, otherwise Jian Wenyin will not refund my deposit!"

Ming took the rental invoice and looked at it, and saw that it was indeed a formal invoice. It said [Lease Sheng Xingyan for three hours, 1000 yuan per hour, a total of 3000 yuan, a deposit of [-] yuan, the lessee Sheng Wenyin].

Ming said to the little rubbish: "It's true, it has an official seal."

The little trash wants to beat him to death: "Did I mean this! Do you really want to let him go too, I don't want to see him!"

Ming understood, he returned the invoice to Jian Huating, carried Sheng Xingyan over, handed it to his uncle, and said, "Let's go."

"Hey, Sheng Xingyan can't leave!"

Little Trash hurriedly carried the baby back, and didn't let go of anything.

Ming frowned: "Then what do you want?"

Little Trash: "..."

Little Trash looked at Goudaner, then at the old man, and finally pouted at the clock on the wall. He muttered, "Then stay until twelve o'clock."

After finishing speaking, he hugged Sheng Xingyan and went back to the room, and even slammed the door shut.

Ming looked at Jian Huating.

Jian Huating sighed: "Forget it, it's okay, at least he let me in."

"Not this." Ming sternly said, "Get off the table!"

Jian Huating: "..."

Jian Huating hurriedly climbed down from the dining table, he felt that Xiao Ming's temper was getting bigger and bigger now, Xiao Ming was quite polite to him before, but since he tore Jian Wenke's skin off that time, Xiao Ming never Give him a good face.

Jian Huating walked towards the living room, and saw that the floor of the living room was full of unwrapped presents, a music box, an earphone box, and a photo album, lying there.

Ming stretched out his hand to close the album, but Jian Huating suddenly discovered something in such a split second, he said in a deep voice, "Wait a minute."

Take a break.

Jian Huating squinted his eyes, brought the photo album over, and unfolded it to the previous page.

I saw that page, the first photo, was a group photo, it was a dilapidated wooden house, Jian Wenke had a clumsy glue mask on his face, and was hugged by a brilliant and gloating man.

Jian Huating stared at the young man's face.

Jian Huazhang...

He looked again at the little boy who was being held on his lap by the man.

With the cover of the mask, the child's distorted red skin and almost melting facial features were all covered. Although the mask was a bit ugly, with crooked eyes and nose, it was surprisingly cute.

Jian Huazhang probably had the same thoughts as him. He rubbed the child's dark hair with his thick hands, and although he laughed wildly in his eyes, there was gentle pampering in his eyes.

Her throat moved, and Jian Huating was silent for a long while before asking in a daze, "They...have seen each other?"

Ming glanced at the closed door of the room, and said softly, "We've only been together for three days."

Jian Huating immediately looked at him.

Ming went to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and handed it to the middle-aged man: "Back then, Wanchu Church received a killer order. The client requested to kill Jian Huazhang. That task was entrusted to me."

Jian Huating's face turned cold: "And then."

Ming said: "I let him go, and then he was hunted down by the organization. A few days later, Ke found us."

Jian Huating looked down at the group photo on the album again.

The photo is not limited to that one.

There are two more.

One is a group photo of Xiaoming and Jian Huazhang. At that time, Xiaoming was already a teenager. Jian Huazhang hooked the boy's shoulders. The two moved like good buddies.

The last photo is a photo of the three of them together.

Jian Huazhang showed a wound covered with bandages, Xiaoming had a plaster cast on his right hand, but Jian Wenke was the only one who was wearing clean and formal adult clothes, with the hem pressed into his trousers, the sleeves rolled up, his small body stretched straight, he He looked at the camera in front very solemnly, not daring to blink.

"The clothes belong to the owner of the farm, and the one who took the photo is the hostess of that family." Ming said.

Jian Huating seemed to be ten years older. He looked at his younger brother's young and lively appearance in the photo, and at his son's shy and well-behaved face, and let out a long breath: "Huazhang, I knew Xiao Ke was... my son?"

"I know." Ming went over, took the album away, and said softly, "Jian Wenke's name is easy to recognize."

Jian Huating immediately raised his head: "What did he say?"

Dark gray eyes sank: "He said, after my uncle completes this task, he will take Xiao Ke home."

Jian Huating covered his face, a stream of hot tears flowed from between his fingers, and quickly wet his entire face!

Ming whispered: "But he didn't fulfill his promise..."

"……he died."

Jian Huating couldn't control it, his face was flushed from crying, and his whole body was in such a mess that he didn't look like a mature and dignified veteran.

"Under the bridge in front of the door, a group of ducks swam past..." The door of the room was opened at this moment, and Little Trash hugged Sheng Xingyan, humming a song and coming out to get some snacks.

As a result, as soon as he came out, he saw the old man crying like a madman in the living room.

The little rubbish was stunned. He blinked, leaned over quietly, and asked the big apprentice, "God, did you really hit him? Did you cry?"