flying planet

Jian Boxiu was finally discharged from the hospital and moved back to the old house a few days ago, but in fact her health is not good, and she basically lives on a ventilator after returning. She spends less time awake than sleeping in a day.

After Jian Xing came to know what Wen Wanhong and Jian Zhong had done, Lao Li took him back. He never saw Wen Wanhong, nor did he see his so-called father in name.

"Forsythia and Jian Linzhao will take care of it." Jian Boxiu woke up once at noon, and only said this sentence.

Jian Xinglai stayed by his bedside all afternoon, but Lao Li persuaded him to go out during dinner time.

"Mr. Ye is safe there, don't worry." Lao Li prepared a meal for him, and said in a gentle voice, "It's just that I don't have a mobile phone, so I can't contact you."

Jian Xinglai didn't care too much: "I have the contact information of the person over there."

Lao Li knew who he was talking about, so he stopped talking about it and asked him to eat quietly.

Jian Xinglai is not a patient who is heavily dependent on mobile phones. For someone like him who loves outdoor sports and stargazing, mobile phones are sometimes useless, but things that are obviously useless today are very important to him, because Ye Xiwu The news can only be known through Wen Hua.

When Jian Xinglai first learned that Ye Xiwu had been "kidnapped", she said that it would be impossible not to panic at all. If Lisanthia hadn't rushed over immediately, City S would have been turned over by Jian Xinglai. upside down.

Fortunately, Jian Shi was well prepared, so it was not surprising that Wen Wanhong could do something disgusting to Lian Qiao, but she was still being co-operated by insiders and outsiders, and she didn't guard against Jian Zhongkai's white-eyed wolf.

After all, if Jian Zhong hadn't disclosed that there was someone like Ye Xiwu, Wen Wanhong wouldn't be able to find a way to restrain Jian Xinglai.

After Jian Boxiu found out, he didn't have much emotional fluctuations. He was not in a good state of mind, and he couldn't speak a word or two a day. After the accident, he called Jian Linzhao and Lianqiao to his side.

"What's the child's name?" He asked Jian Linzhao with difficulty.

Jian Linzhao: "Warm flowers, flowers of flowers."

Jian Boxiu was silent for a long time, and finally said only one sentence: "Ask Xinglai what to do with him, at least he is half his brother."

Jian Xinglai didn't go to see Wen Wanhong or Jian Zhongkai. He didn't have these two people in his life more than 20 years ago. It doesn't matter whether he sees them or not. But Lianqiao showed him Wen Hua's photo.

"This kid doesn't like Wen Wanhong very much, and he turns against him very quickly. Just give him money, and say he wants to study." Jian Linzhao showed no expression, and told Wen Hua's message like an endorsement, "I'm only 16 years old."

Jian Xing glanced at him: "How much does it cost?"

Jian Linzhao: "Not many, just enough for him to survive in City S."

Jian Xing came to think for a while, and he said, "Ask him, do you want to follow Wen Wanhong or me?"

Jian Linzhao asked for him, but the child wanted to talk with Jian Xing in person.

"Will you hit me?" Wen Hua asked Jian Xinglai the first question on the phone. He was very Chicheng, and his voice sounded like the clarity of a teenager. Jian Xinglai was still holding his phone In the photo, the blood relationship is really amazing, he can hardly remember Wen Wan's red face, but he can still recognize the child at a glance when he sees Wen Hua.

Jian Xinglai didn't answer, he just said: "You take care of Ye Xiwu for me."

Wen Hua mumbled, "He's pretty good, I didn't bully him."

Jian Xinglai seemed to smile, and he whispered to Wen Hua on the other end of the phone: "As long as Ye Xiwu doesn't hit you, I won't hit you, I promise."

Ye Xiwu really didn't know that he could still be useful in begging for money. He watched Wen Hua open Meitu Xiuxiu's retouched picture, and it turned out that it was not much different from the original film after a long time of retouching.

"You look better than Jian Xing." Wen Hua commented, and he looked at it carefully many times, "You are more handsome."

Ye Xiwu stared at his face and couldn't help but said, "You and your brother are quite similar."

Wen Hua rolled her eyes: "They all look like Wen Wanhong, right? It looks disgusting."

Ye Xiwu frowned, and patted him on the scalp: "What are you talking about, no one would say that you look disgusting, Wen Wanhong's problem is not yours, let alone his face."

After he finished speaking, he brushed Wen Hua's bangs with the tip of his little finger, and said with a smile: "Little handsome guy, once you go out, you will fascinate a lot of little girls."

It was the first time for Wen Hua to be praised so bluntly for her good looks. The little boy was obviously a little embarrassed, but when he saw the text message sent back by Jian Xinglai, he let out a "chi" again, with a sour expression on his face.

Ye Xiwu leaned over to take a peek, but Wen Hua didn't hide it, only to see Jian Xinglai coldly send a few words: "Don't touch his face, or I'll beat you up."

Ye Xiwu: "..."

"He said before that he wouldn't beat me if you didn't beat me." Wen Hua lay down on the sofa and rubbed his eyes. He yawned and looked sleepy.

Ye Xiwu went upstairs to get a blanket and pillow for Wen Hua, and asked, "What else did he tell you?"

Wen Hua closed her eyes, curled herself up in the blanket, and said in a daze, "He also told me to follow him...don't follow Wen Wanhong."

Ye Xiwu didn't speak, he lowered his head and tucked the quilt for Wen Hua, smiled and said softly, "Go to sleep."

In the middle of the night, Ye Xiwu supported his head and shook the remote control panel to change channels on the TV. He watched it for a while and didn't feel sleepy, but suddenly, for some reason, he subconsciously looked into the yard outside.

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows had been drawn, and it was so dark outside that nothing could be seen. Ye Xiwu stared at it for a while, then slowly stood up.

The night was a bit cold, the wind seemed to be broken, blowing softly in bursts, Ye Xiwu opened the door and walked into the yard, but he didn't see any strange people, he went around to the wall without giving up, looked up , I saw Jian Xinglai riding on the wall, with one leg straddling halfway in.

Ye Xiwu: "..."

Jian Xinglai looked down at him, without any surprise, and calmly said: "The door is locked."

Ye Xiwu took a few steps forward, he stretched out his hand subconsciously, but Jian Xinglai didn't hold it, the man held a large handful of Xiwu flowers in his hand and handed it to him.

Ye Xiwu took the flowers, it was really funny, and said, "Come down quickly."

Jian Xinglai didn't speak, he leaned on the wall and jumped down neatly.

Ye Xiwu waited for him to stand still, and wanted to hug him, but her arms were full of flowers, so she couldn't free her hands until Jian Xinglai hugged him through the abundant flowers.

The two pressed their heads against each other and did not speak for a long time.

Ye Xiwu smelled the smell of grass on Jian Xinglai's body, and couldn't help asking: "Where are you going to pick flowers for me?"

Jian Xinglai was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "Picked from my heart."

"?" Ye Xiwu wanted to look up at the other person's expression, but was pinned down by the neck and prevented from moving.

Jian Xinglai said in a low voice, "Look, I have so many flowers in my heart."

"They're all you," he said.