Jiang Zhan said a few times and didn't see Jiang Yechen stretching out his hand, and he pouted unhappily, "Baba, hug!"

Jiang Yechen's face was covered with dark clouds, Nan Xiang passed in front of him as if he didn't know him, and she turned a blind eye to Jiang Zhan's sleeves if they didn't put them on.

Now I don't even care about my son.

"Find your mom and hug it!"

He threw a sentence at Nan Xiang's back, and strode to the living room with a coffee cup.

Jiang Zhan pulled down his little face aggrievedly, "Baba is bad, baba is fierce." ”

Baba ignored it, Ma Ma didn't care, and the little figure stood alone at the door of the room, very pitiful.

Of course, Nanxiang heard the man's words.

Today, Saturday, Xu's mother went out to shop, and there was only a family of three in the family.

She exhaled, returned to pick up Jiang Zhan, entered the children's room and closed the door.

Jiang Yechen had no intention of going to the company.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be drinking coffee at home at this time, and the only possibility is that he stays home today.

Nanxiang's current situation, where Jiang Yechen is is like a minefield where she has buried **, she doesn't want to provoke him anymore. I can avoid it, try to avoid it.

Jiang Zhan developed a good habit of studying in kindergarten, and at ten o'clock every morning, he had to learn to sing English songs on time with the children's column of the Central Channel.

"Mama, sing songs!"

Nanxiang had no choice but to accompany him to the living room, where the TV was already on and sports programs were playing.

Jiang Yechen doesn't have many hobbies, playing ball.

Jiang Zhan took her hand and sat on the sofa, Jiang Yechen leaned lazily on the sofa next to her, she didn't hold an office computer or mobile phone in her hand, she should be busy resting.

"Baba, the teacher sang, singing!"

Jiang Zhan forgot that Baba was fierce just now, and ran over to pull Jiang Yechen's arm.

Jiang Yechen glanced at Nan Xiang, who was intending to sit far away and sit upright, stretched out a hand, hugged Jiang Zhan to his lap, picked up the remote control and handed it over, "Press it yourself." ”

Jiang Zhan played very slippery with the remote control, and pressed the children's channel a few times.

Nan Xiang sat awkwardly on the side, and Jiang Yechen was on a sofa, like sitting on pins and needles.

She planned to sit for a while and then go back to her room, at ten o'clock and five o'clock, before the dancing and singing column began, a black and white public service announcement was suddenly broadcast in the TV image.

The picture is first a dazzling fire, and after the fire disappears, the picture suddenly turns black and white.

Then there were many disfigured people with different degrees of scars on their bodies, faces, and scars.

The scars on their bodies were hideous and ugly, and their eyes were full of despair and lifeless.

A bubble box appears on their heads, showing real videos of people being ridiculed, discriminated against, and even beaten in their lives.

Little by little, the disfigured men crouched on the ground until they bent their heads, and a tear welled up in everyone's eyes.

A line of propaganda fonts slowly rises - caring for the disfigured, starting with me.

is such a public service advertisement, Nanxiang watched it and put it into it.

Especially when she saw a few disfigured people in the crowd who were severely burned by eighty or ninety percent of their bodies and their facial features were difficult to identify, she couldn't help but shed tears.

There is no real empathy in this world, and if there is, it can only be people who have experienced similar experiences.

She just has a mark on her forehead, and she is branded as an ugly woman and a disgrace to a wealthy family.

Others think she's ugly, so she deserves to be the joke of fate.

But for every disfigured person who has been harmed, which one of them deliberately disfigured his face to frighten people?

She forgot that father and son were still sitting on the side watching TV together, when a small hand suddenly appeared in front of her.

Jiang Zhan ran to her side, raised his little hand and rubbed Nanxiang's forehead, exhaled on her head, and said in a milky voice.

"Numb, huhu, huhu doesn't hurt anymore. ”

Nan Xiang hurriedly wiped away his tears with his hands, and touched his head with emotion, "Ma Ma doesn't hurt, thank you Xiao Zhan." ”

Jiang Yechen was not blind, and he also saw Nan Xiang's tears, but he remained sitting there without any emotion.

Nan Xiang knew that he had lost face in front of Jiang Yechen, and sat upright, without making any more sounds.

The singing and dancing column started on time, Jiang Zhan sat in the middle of the sofa and sang English songs along with the teaching teacher on TV.

She stood up silently, and a stack of white tissues suddenly placed in front of her.

"I also want to shed tears in front of my son, for fear that he won't know how wronged you have been in this family?"

Her trance-like mind sank to the bottom because of his sarcastic tone.

She ignored Jiang Yechen, didn't even give a perfunctory answer, walked over to his horizontal arm, ignored the tissue in his hand, and ignored him.

Jiang Yechen's hand was in the air, as if he had been slapped in the air.

After a while, he picked up the paper ball and threw it into the trash can with a black face.

In the evening, Nanxiang waited until Jiang Yechen and Jiang Zhan had eaten.

She came to the kitchen, cooked a bowl of noodles and dealt with a casual meal.

With something in mind, I didn't look at the road when I went back to my room, and my head hit a wall of flesh.

She was startled, and looked up to see Jiang Yechen holding the medicine box.

She took a step back, said nothing, and went back to her room.

"Stop!"

Jiang Yechen drank her.

Nan Xiang had no choice but to turn to him with an unfamiliar tone, "Is there something wrong?"

Jiang Yechen forced the medicine box to her with a cold face, "Give me the medicine." ”

Nan Xiang frowned and stood in place for a while, unable to resist the man's strength, so he had no choice but to follow him to the master bedroom.

It all came down to her.

After Jiang Yechen walked into the master bedroom, he lay down on a recliner.

Nan Xiang took out a Yunnan Baiyao from the medicine box and squeezed out a little ointment into his hand.

Then he slowly walked to the man's side, bent down and gently applied the medicine to him.

Under the white crystal lamp in the bedroom, Nan Xiang could see the bruises on the corners of his mouth, and there were also two bruises on the side of his tall nose, and she frowned when she saw it.

Jiang Yechen's face represents Jiang Sheng, and he is also a person who pays attention to face.

The handsome face suddenly broke out, no wonder he didn't go to the company.

Tap. Jiang Yechen noticed that Nan Xiang was still distracted by giving him medicine, and patted her buttocks unhappily.

She closed her lips and said nothing, her fingertips running lightly in circles along the edge of the bruise.

She applied it very seriously, not noticing the man's gradually deepening eyes.

Seeing that the ointment was almost absorbed, she put down her hand, but Jiang Yechen lifted her wrist and put it near her temple, "Rub it here too." ”

"There are no injuries here. She was reluctant to stay in the master bedroom, and when she came in, Jiang Yechen locked the door......

"Press!" responded to her with only one overbearing word.

She had no choice but to continue rubbing as he asked.

Jiang Yechen closed his eyes in enjoyment, Nan Xiang's hand really had magic power, and after pressing it a few times, he was not upset, and his head did not hurt.

Nan Xiang was defenseless, and suddenly flipped and replaced her lying on the chair.

"You?" her face flushed instantly.

Nan Xiang lay on the two-meter-wide big bed, waiting until her heartbeat was not so fast, she sat up, Jiang Yechen's hand reached over and pulled her into her arms.

"I went back to sleep. Her cheeks flushed and she bowed her head. The wig was a little loose, and she was afraid it would fall off.

"Nanxiang. Jiang Yechen suddenly called her name, and her voice was sexier than ever.