"Lao Wen, Lao Wen, look at our eldest grandson, I nurse him, why doesn't he eat it, and frowns?" Feng Xueying saw that Wen Ziqing not only didn't eat milk, her eyes were a little stunned, she was afraid that something was wrong, so she quickly hugged Wen Ziqing to Wen Yiran.

Wen Yiran hugged Wen Ziqing, stretched out a hand and touched his forehead and back, and after finding that there was nothing abnormal, he stretched out a finger and teased Wen Ziqing's small mouth, Wen Ziqing ignored Wen Yiran's fingers, and stared at Wen Yiran with a pair of dark Danfeng eyes, but there was no expression on his face.

Wen Yiran couldn't help but sigh and ordered: "Old woman, you take Yulong's daughter-in-law out to buy some food, and I'll talk to Yulong." ”

It turned out that Wu Xiuli married into the Wen family so early, and he thought it was a year after his mother's death. Wen Ziqing heard Wen Yiran's words in her ears, and her heart was very blocked. The old man is gone, and it's not surprising to get a new one, but how did his mother die? Was she killed by these two scumbags and?

Wen Yiran didn't notice that the little man he was holding in his hand actually had a contemplative expression, and Gu Zi commanded with a straight face: "Yulong, you come to the study with me." ”

"Dad, I'll accompany my mother and them to go grocery shopping! It's cold, the road is slippery, hehehe·······" Wen Yulong felt worried when he saw Wen Yiran with a straight face, he would rather accompany his mother to go shopping than face his old-fashioned father alone!

"It's okay, Yulong~!You accompany your dad to talk well, the vegetable market is not far away, and mom can carry it. Feng Xueying saw Wen Yiran's black face, and hurriedly made a round.

After Feng Xueying and Wu Xiuli went out, Wen Yiran said to Wen Yulong seriously: "Yulong, tell me yourself, how did Aimei die?

"Dad, Aime, she bleed away after giving birth! How can it have anything to do with me? Oh, no, it has something to do with me, Aimei died to give birth to our child. Wen Yulong was stared at and asked by Wen Yiran like this, and his heart was a little weak, but he restrained himself and looked at Wen Yiran with an innocent face.

"Yulong, can I tell you, husband and wife must support each other in order to make progress together, I heard your neighbor say, the day before Aimei's death, you husband and wife quarreled?" Wen Yiran stared at Wen Yulong, his eyes like knives.

"Dad, no. Wen Yulong's voice was a little small, but he still insisted on saying this.

"It's good if you don't have it, Yulong~! This Wu Xiuli, I don't like it, her eyes are too lively, she doesn't look like a loyal person. For the sake of Ziqing's child, I agree to your marriage, but I have to make it clear to you, Wu Xiuli entered our door to take care of Ziqing, don't let me know that you are not good to the child, or ······" Wen Yiran's tone was very stern.

"Dad, Ziqing is my child, how can I treat him badly? Xiaoli is very important, and she will definitely take good care of Ziqing. Wen Yulong played a package ticket for Wu Xiuli.

Wen Yiran nodded with satisfaction, and then, Wen Yiran sighed softly in a low voice: "Aimei's child, it's a pity." ”

Regarding Cao Aimei's death, Wen Yiran had a trace of doubt. However, people in the hospital said that Cao Aimei did die of blood loss during childbirth. He, as an elder, can't doubt his son because of his daughter-in-law's death.

"Dad, I know that we will raise the child well, you believe me. Wen Yulong swore an oath, so he almost patted his chest and promised.

"You······ Let's do it for ourselves!" Wen Yiran said this, and ended the conversation. Wen Yiran ignored Wen Yulong, who was standing at the desk, and came to the courtyard with the child in his arms.

Wen Yiran's heart was in a mess, he didn't want to face Wen Yulong, it would make him want to beat Wen Yulong. Alas, the child is not young anymore, he is a father, and he will be too faceless to chase and beat people. Forget it, he still hugged his eldest grandson to watch the ants.

Wen Ziqing, who was held in Wen Yiran's hand, was full of anger in his heart. His mother died! He just glanced at his mother, and he couldn't even say a word! This pair of scumbags and got married in such a short period of time? Only a few months, he even took care of him under the banner of taking care of him, he hated him so much! He hated him so much!

Wen Ziqing's eyes darkened and he fainted.

Wen Ziqing woke up again, and was woken up by a sharp pain.

"You, why aren't you dead!!!" Wu Xiuli's curse echoed in Wen Ziqing's ears, followed by a hot stinging pain in his arm.

Wen Ziqing opened her eyes, and what she saw was Wu Xiuli's distorted face, as well as a cold and shining needle in her hand, and there was a trace of red blood on the tip of the needle.

"Why don't you die, why are you blocking your brother's way?" Wen Ziqing was stunned for a moment, and there was a stinging pain in his arm. After Wu Xiuli stabbed hard, she took the needle and walked away satisfied.

Wen Ziqing looked down at his hot arm, which only had a little red mark on it, and there were no other scars.

Wen Ziqing knew that such an "injury" would not even be gone after an hour or two, but the pain would always be there, and he didn't know when it would disappear. This kind of technique can be comparable to the ancient "palace torture", killing people without seeing blood, and hurting people without leaving a trace!

At this time, he was only four years old! Wu Xiuli was so cruel to a four-year-old child, how much she wished he was dead! Wen Ziqing's heart felt a chill.

The scene in front of him unsealed Wen Ziqing's distant memory, and Wen Ziqing deliberately forgot this memory when he became an adult. He was not afraid, but felt that such a home was not worth his nostalgia at all, and it was best not to have anything to do with it, he didn't even want to hate them.

Wen Ziqing before the age of four was often treated like this by Wu Xiuli. Especially after Wu Xiuli is pregnant, such a scene will appear every few days.

After being pregnant, Wu Xiuli's temperament became very eccentric, maybe she felt that the piece of meat in her stomach had made her sit firmly in the position of Mrs. Wen Yulong, maybe she really hated Wen Ziqing for stealing the identity of the eldest grandson of the Wen family, or maybe Wu Xiuli's psychology was a little distorted······ Wu Xiuli took advantage of Wen Yulong's absence at home, and often used a long needle to poke Xiao Wen Ziqing's body, sometimes it was an arm, sometimes a thigh, sometimes a back, as long as Wu Xiuli was "crazy", she grabbed Wen Ziqing is a stab, no matter whether Wen Ziqing cried or not, she couldn't resist Wu Xiuli's madness.

The little Wen Ziqing had no strength to resist, he could only shrink as much as possible, hoping that such a "torture" would pass as soon as possible.

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