Wen Yiqian didn't know how to explain to this little kid, thought about it, and said seriously: "Because I am sick, if I infect a child like you, I will be arrested and sent to prison!"

He said viciously, "So, don't touch me, understand!" ”

Xiangxiang glanced at him with the eyes of a fool, with a helpless face, and said perfunctorily with a look of coaxing a child: "Okay, okay, I really can't help you."

The corners of Wen Yiqian's eyes twitched slightly, and after thinking about it, he still didn't plan to bother with this little brat.

The two came downstairs, and as soon as they walked out of the community, Xiangxiang suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Wen Yiqian turned around and wondered.

"Tired." Xiangxiang stretched out her hands, "Hug." ”

"I'm also tired, where do I have the strength to hold you, go by yourself." Wen Yiqian shook his head resolutely.

"I really can't walk, if you hold me, I'll tell you a secret." Xiangxiang said with a serious face.

"Not interested." Wen Yiqian scoffed.

The secret of this little kid is nothing more than a few pieces of candy hidden somewhere.

Xiangxiang's mouth was deflated, and she wanted to cry.

Wen Yiqian looked helpless, picked up the little thing, and walked briskly towards the bus stop.

"Haven't you ever hugged a girl?"

The sudden words of the little kid in his arms almost choked Wen Yiqian to death.

"What's the matter with you?" He didn't have a good breath.

"It's uncomfortable for you to hug me like this, but not for men who often hug girls." Xiangxiang twisted her body.

"I just won't hold a child!" Wen Yiqian tried to quibble.

"I can't help it." Xiangxiang shook her head angrily, wrapped her arms around the other party's neck, and rested her head on Wen Yiqian's shoulder.

Seeing that this quirky little kid was finally a little more settled, Wen Yihuan breathed a sigh of relief, came to the bus stop, and waited quietly for the bus.

"That's how my dad used to hold me." Xiangxiang leaned on Wen Yiqian's shoulder and said softly.

Wen Yiqian thought of the man who was shredded and put in the refrigerator as soon as he opened the scene, sighed slightly, and did not speak.

"Grandma lied to me that my father had gone far away, but I actually knew that my father had died a long time ago." Xiangxiang said softly.

Wen Yiqian was slightly stunned: "Who told you?"

"Do you still want to hear that secret?" Xiangxiang asked rhetorically as if she hadn't heard the other party's question.

"What's the secret?" Wen Yiqian looked puzzled.

"Dad doesn't have to go to work on Fridays and Saturdays, and Mom only has a holiday on Saturdays and Sundays, so every Friday, Dad comes to pick me up." Xiangxiang said in a flat voice, "Once, my father brought a sister to pick me up. ”

She paused, "That sister likes me very much and hugged me, I can smell her, it's very fragrant."

Afterward...... Dad often has this smell on him. ”

Wen Yiqian raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Didn't you tell your mother about this?"

"I told it, but my mother didn't believe it." Xiangxiang shook her head.

Also, no one will believe that her husband dares to take the mistress to pick up his daughter, most of them will only be a joke for children.

Of course, it is also possible that Xu Xuanmei does not want to believe it and is unwilling to debunk it?

However, the more times I suppressed and forbeared, the more terrible it became.

"And then?" Wen Yiqian said curiously.

"Every Friday, Dad has that sister's scent on him." Xiangxiang said slowly, "So that Friday, I asked the kindergarten teacher Jingjing to help me make a phone call to my mother." ”

She paused, and gently drew circles on Wen Yiqian's back with her fingers, "I told my mother that I saw my father playing games with a beautiful sister at home. ”

"Why do you know they're at home?" Wen Yiqian's expression was slightly stunned.

"Because every Friday, I can smell that sister on the bed, on the sofa, and in the kitchen at home." Xiangxiang said, "Mom said that my nose is smarter than a dog, and I can smell many smells that she can't smell." ”

She said in a low tone, "I'm a bad boy, am I?" ”

Wen Yiqian's back was slightly cold, and he didn't know how to answer.

Xiangxiang's phone call may have been just a fuse.

In order to pursue excitement, her husband and mistress are so rampant, it is impossible for Xu Xuanmei not to find out at all.

But for the sake of this family and for the sake of the children, she has been silently forbearing.

Until the child's phone call completely detonated her.

She didn't hesitate to ask for leave to go home and catch the rape in bed.

The heart that has been suppressed for a long time exploded in an instant, which led to this tragedy.

Two dead, one crazy!

Wen Yiqian took a deep breath and looked at the little girl in his arms with a complicated expression.

A child of this age, logical reasoning and action can reach such a point, it will not make people sigh genius, but only make people feel scared.

"It's not your fault." He gently touched Xiangxiang's head, and his tone was unprecedentedly gentle.

"Don't touch my head, it's not tall." Xiangxiang snorted lightly, "I'm not like you, and I won't cry." ”

Wen Yiqian's face showed a little shyness, but if he thought about it carefully, this little kid was indeed much stronger than him.

His father died, his mother went crazy, and he could only rely on his grandmother, who was not in good health.

If it were Wen Yiqian, I am afraid that it would have collapsed a long time ago.

At this time, the bus that had been waiting for a long time finally came, and Wen Yiqian got on the bus with a small thing.

At this time, it was almost the morning rush hour, there were no empty seats on the bus, and there were still a few people standing scattered.

Wen Yiqian could only find an empty place to stand, holding the child with one hand and grasping the handrail with the other.

At this time, an old man took the initiative to give him a seat.

The flattered Wen Yiqian hurriedly shirked it, thanked him in every way, and said it anyway, so that the other party was willing to sit back in his place.

"Wen Yiqian, why is there only one old man who gives you a seat?" Xiangxiang leaned on her shoulder and asked softly.

"Because everyone else is tired." Wen Yiqian didn't care that the other party called his name, and smiled slightly.

"But you're sweating all over your head, and you're tired." Xiangxiang said.

"You know I'm tired, so why don't you come down and stand for a while." Wen Yiqian rolled his eyes.

"I'm tired too." Xiangxiang hugged tighter.

Wen Yiqian pursed his lips helplessly.

The vehicle staggered, and waves of people got on and off the bus.

Xiangxiang, who was lying on her shoulder, squinting and almost asleep, suddenly sniffled, blinked, and showed a trace of doubt on her face.

"Wen Yiqian, I smell a bad smell." She leaned into Wen Yiqian's ear and whispered.

"What does it mean to have a bad taste?" Wen Yiqian sniffed, but didn't smell anything strange.

"The smell of blood." Xiangxiang looked serious.

Wen Yiqian chuckled in his heart, feeling a little bad.