Anyway, the family has long been divided, and they moved out, which saved a lot of trouble.

"Mom, then you want to live with us. ”

"Of course, I'm going to live with Jiaojiao. Ruan Lin glared at him: "What's the matter, you still dislike me as an old woman?"

"How can you. Ruan Jianguo smiled: "I'm afraid that you won't live with us." ”

"Okay, okay, don't sell it here, you clean up the pork, hang it on the tuyere in the kitchen first, leave a few catties for Jiaojiao to eat, and sell the rest, this meat is better than domestic meat." ”

"Good. Ruan Jianguo responded, this time there was no psychological pressure and most of the pork was obtained.

And Ruan Jiaojiao doesn't know that her grandmother and her father have seen through her golden finger now, she is now frightened, and she doesn't dare to think about anything, just afraid of thinking of a big beast coming out.

When she went to bed at night, she and Ruan Lin slept on Ruan Jie and Ruan Hao's bed, and Ruan Jie went to sleep in the third room.

Ruan Jiaojiao nested in the bad of Ruan Lin's family, and she didn't dare to close her eyes, afraid of dreaming again, and even more afraid that she would shout out unconsciously.

"Jiaojiao is not used to sleeping here today?" Seeing Ruan Jiaojiao tossing and turning in the quilt, Ruan Lin touched her little hand and tucked the arched quilt for her.

"Milk ......" Ruan Jiaojiao smelled the familiar breath on Ruan Lin's body, and arched into her arms a little coquettishly: "Jiaojiao is afraid." ”

"Don't be afraid, with milk, nothing can hurt our little Jiaojiao. Ruan Lin's gentle comfort, thought about it, and lifted the quilt on his body again, hugging her into his own quilt.

"Well, sleep, the milk is watching over you. The hand reached into Ruan Jiaojiao's clothes, ran it along her back, and stroked it gently.

Ruan Jiaojiao raised her head and sighed, rubbed comfortably into her arms again, her unstable heart gradually calmed down, and she fell asleep after a while.

Ruan Lin didn't stop stroking her back, under the blurred moonlight, she quietly looked at Ruan Jiaojiao in her arms, and she didn't know how long she looked at it, her eyes were gentle and kind......

When Ruan Jiaojiao woke up the next day, she subconsciously sat up to look at the house, and was relieved to see that the walls were intact.

Outside the door, Ruan Lin's was instructing Ruan Jianguo to go to the town to sell meat, and then go to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy two cans of malt cream, saying that Ruan Jiaojiao may have been frightened the night before, so she didn't sleep well last night, buy two cans of malt milk essence and drink it, and she will sleep better at night.

Now buying things not only costs money, but also tickets, especially this malt milk essence is very expensive, ordinary people can't buy it, you have to have a doctor to issue a certificate to buy it, fortunately, when Ruan Jiaojiao was sick last time, she asked the doctor to issue a certificate.

After Ruan Lin's instructions, Ruan Jianguo sent him out again, and when he turned around and saw Ruan Jiaojiao standing at the door of the room, he immediately softened his expression: "Jiaojiao is up, my milk steamed minced egg custard for you today, it's fragrant." ”

"Milk ......" Ruan Jiaojiao looked at Ruan Lin's who was walking towards the rising sun, her heart was warm, and she stretched out her hand to coquettishly: "Hug." ”

"Eh, hug, hug our little girl. Ruan Lin stepped forward and picked her up, walked all the way to the back kitchen, made hot water with one hand, and washed her again, Ruan Jiaojiao raised her little head to let her wipe her face, sat on her knees with her little buttocks, looked at the white hair on her sideburns, and suddenly couldn't help asking: "Milk, are you delicate?"

"What's heavy, it's like a kitten, and I'm afraid that the milk won't move. Ruan Lin laughed, pinched her little nose, put her on the small bench, put a small chair in front of her, and took a rag and brought her the egg custard with minced meat that had been warm.