The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

"Master?"

The butler's confused voice came from the stairs.

Tang Jiao trembled as if frightened, and was pulled deeper into Xiao Jingchuan's protective embrace.

His arms pressed down on his back, his big palms pressed his head into his arms, he bent down to support Tang Jiao's hips, and picked him up in a tight hug.

He leaned his face close to the girl's ear and coaxed in a gentle voice: "Brother will take you back to your room and you won't be seen by anyone."

Xiao Jingchuan walked up the stairs slowly with his arms in his arms. When passing by the housekeeper, he said something silently and the two passed by.

It's as if there really isn't a third person here.

The housekeeper held his breath and watched as his young master carried Tang Jiao back to his bedroom without any trace of air.

Thinking of what the young master had just said, he went downstairs and into the kitchen, ready to bring some food to him. As soon as he turned on the light in the kitchen, he saw the jelly and fruit knife falling on the floor.

The housekeeper approached suspiciously and picked it up, only to find that there were a few undetectable blood streaks on the blade, and his heart skipped a beat.

He quickly loaded the tray with food, ran quickly to open the medical box, picked up a few things based on his experience, and delivered them to the gate of Xiaojingchuan.

He didn't knock on the door, just put it gently on the ground.

The sleeping old man sighed softly, turned around and walked slowly back to his room.

in the bedroom.

The headlights were still not turned on, just like Tang Jiao's room, dim and quiet.

But at this moment, she felt full and safe inside.

She was held tightly by Xiao Jingchuan, lying on his big bed, covered with the same quilt, and her breath was filled with the familiar fresh and cool breath of cedar.

His big hands were stroking his back, and Tang Jiao pressed himself against Xiao Jingchuan's chest, listening to his steady and regular heartbeat.

But his head was tilted stubbornly, and he raised his eyes, looking at him unblinkingly.

Her clear eyes were full of dependence, like a child guarding her favorite toy that she had finally obtained without blinking an eye.

"Do you wake up at night lately?"

Xiao Jingchuan's voice was low and hoarse, with a soothing mellow tone.

Tang Jiao leaned against his chest and nodded.

Xiao Jingchuan hugged the person tighter, and the comforting movements of his big hands did not stop.

"Why, are you feeling unwell?"

Tang Jiao nodded, then shook his head, with an indescribable confusion in his eyes.

Xiao Jingchuan looked at her patiently with gentle eyes.

"Sometimes I wake up suddenly. I'm very tired, but I just wake up. I don't know what to think, and I feel empty."

Tang Jiao's mood eased slightly, and he tried to describe his feelings as clearly as possible. His voice was hoarse and soft after crying hard, and he spoke softly and slowly.

Just now, she not only frightened Xiao Jingchuan, but she also frightened herself.

"When I woke up, I felt completely empty. I missed you so much. I really wanted to see you and hug you, but you were sleeping."

The girl's voice was full of grievance, and Xiao Jingchuan hugged her, lowered his head and placed soft and comforting kisses on her head and forehead, and whispered.

"I'm sorry, no matter what I'm doing, the baby can come in and find me at any time. You can wake me up at the door and I'll come out and hold you."

"Anything is okay, don't bear it by yourself. If you shake the little rabbit, your brother will appear."

Tang Jiao closed his eyes and rubbed his strong chest lovingly.

"I thought I wouldn't be too sad, but I feel so empty inside."

"My stomach was also very empty, as if I hadn't eaten in a long, long time. I just wanted to eat something. I really just wanted to use scissors to open the jelly."

"But, I don't know why, when I saw the fruit knife next to me, I couldn't help but want to touch it..."

Hearing this, Xiao Jingchuan already had a heartbreaking guess in his heart, but he listened calmly and held her.

Tang Jiao's voice was a little hesitant: "I, am I mentally abnormal?"

"No, the baby is just too tired recently."

His big palm gently rubbed the girl's head.

"It doesn't matter. If you can't sleep well, I'll sleep with you, okay? You can see your brother as soon as you open your eyes."

"Then shake me awake, let's talk like this, and then brother will put you back to sleep."

Tang Jiao was deeply fascinated by the scene described by Xiao Jingchuan, and even his nerves became more relaxed.

"it is good."

As soon as the words were opened, they could all be said naturally, not to mention that Xiao Jingchuan was beside her.

Tang Jiao slowly talked about the hysterical venting and fighting in the Tang family.

She said that she smashed all the wine and porcelain that Tang Zhongyi had put on display as if they were family treasures, and she smashed the idol doll that Tang Mi had finally snapped up.

In return, one against three, Tang Mi was beaten until the bridge of her nose was crooked, and blood flowed all over the floor.

Xiao Jingchuan chuckled softly, lowered his head and kissed his head, and praised in a lazy and low voice:

"Baby is awesome."

Tang Jiao's eyes curved.

"That day, I drove them out. It felt so good. I felt like I was getting my revenge. It was like a huge boulder had been lifted. I thought there was nothing to feel sad about."

"In the past, they and relatives always said that my illness cost my family a lot of money, and told me to be obedient and not to make trouble, but..."

Tang Jiao sniffed and didn't elaborate further.

After coming to the Xiao family from the Tang family, Tang Jiao has actually been very calm.

But after experiencing this kind of stimulation, being cut off from your biological parents and family with your own hands, the pain involved cannot be overcome with just one sentence.

Even if they are hateful and hateful, they are chilling to the heart.

"My daughter is suffering from a rare and serious disease. We have spent all our money to treat the disease. If no one helps her, she will be tortured to death by the disease. Our whole family kneels and kowtows to everyone, asking everyone to help my baby survive this. I am willing to spend the rest of my life to You guys are like cows and horses..."

Tang Jiao read calmly.

It's really strange. I just read it once and remembered it all.

"I have never found their writing to be so good. In less than two hundred words, they were able to raise so much money using my illness."

Tang Jiao paused and grabbed Xiao Jingchuan's clothes with his small hands, "Brother Jingchuan, I am not a Sangmen star."

Xiao Jingchuan frowned slightly and said softly: "Of course not."

His thumb touched his lips and then touched the girl's forehead: "Do you remember? You are the little lucky star of Xiao Jingchuan."

Of course Tang Jiao remembered it.

Her arms followed Xiao Jingchuan's thin and strong waistline and hugged him back.

She buried her face and whispered uneasily: "Don't leave me, I have no home. Brother Jingchuan, don't leave me..."

"Silly Jiao Jiao."

Xiao Jingchuan rubbed the back of her neck with his palm, "You do. Me, my mother, my father, Uncle Zhang, and Aunt Juan are all your family."

Tang Jiao paused, raised his face timidly, and asked innocently: "Buy one, get four free?"

Xiao Jingchuan smiled softly, and the pain in his eyes seemed to melt away all the pain and vulnerability.

He reached out and pushed her into his arms again, "Well, this is an exclusive offer only open to Tang Jiaojiao. If you feel uncomfortable in large numbers, we will go back to the apartment tomorrow."

"Would mother Xiao be unhappy? Yesterday she said she was going shopping and asked me to accompany her."

These days, Lin Xiaopei is as if she has been given a shot of chicken blood. She does everything she wants to drag Tang Jiao along with her, as if she can't wait to tell the world that she has a good daughter.

Xiao Jingchuan snorted a low laugh and said domineeringly:

"Ignore her, my dad will go with her. Just keep the baby with me."

The night is already deep.

In the bedroom, Tang Jiao's little chatter became lower and lower.

The sound of Xiao Jingchuan's patting became softer and softer, and his voice was low and gentle: "Go to sleep."

Tang Jiao was sleepy and murmured softly: "I want to hold her to sleep."

"I'm holding you. I won't let go. Good night, baby."

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