Jiang Mu was pulled away by force, and Jiang Yanxiu didn't notice them at all.

He's dazed now.

Originally, the purpose of going to the bar in the afternoon was to get drunk, so after that, I drank any kind of alcohol.

However, he felt that his alcohol consumption seemed to have deteriorated, and he began to get drunk after drinking a little, and the amount of alcohol he had not drunk so much before......

But that's not the point, the point is that he wants to get drunk, so he continues to drink a lot.

In the end, it was Qin Yu's dead fox spirit who sent him back, and he was still muttering something on the way, as if he was very eager to survive, but he forgot what it was.

Jiang Yanxiu stopped in front of the little girl's bedroom and struggled to open his eyes.

After remembering what the butler had just said, he put his white fingertips on the fingerprint lock of the door.

The door lock was quickly identified and the door was opened.

Mother Jiang witnessed everything not far away, and patted the back of Father Jiang's hand in shock: "You saw it, right?!" When did your son put his fingerprints in?! ”

Father Jiang touched the back of his reddened hand: "Don't worry about this, let's go over and see Xiao Soft." ”

Jiang's mother quickly grabbed him: "My son is in, what are you going to do?" Don't go, stay! ”

Jiang's father: "......"

Women are really the most fickle!

The little girl didn't turn on the lights, and the curtains in the room were all covered.

She sat on the bed covered with a quilt, a small mass.

Jiang Yanxiu's gaze searched around, and finally went to open the curtains.

The light from the outside shines in, and the room is not so dim.

He then walked over to the bedside.

The little girl is now at a loss.

She was stuffy under the quilt all afternoon, and her mind was full of the girl who confessed.

She was curious if Jiang Yanxiu had agreed, and wanted to ask the baby but stopped every time the words came to her mouth, and because she was afraid that it would take the initiative to say it, she locked it in a small black room.

I'm sorry for it, the little girl pursed her mouth, let the baby out, and then drank milk, irritable with grievances.

She didn't understand why she was like this, and every time she saw another girl approaching Ah Yan, she would be upset.

The quilt was suddenly pulled open, and the little girl was startled when she saw the person standing by the bed.

The milk carton and straw fell from between the pink lip flaps and fell on the bed, spilling a little milky milk.

Jiang Yanxiu looked at the bed motionlessly.

The little girl smelled the wine, hurriedly put down the remaining milk in her arms, raised her head and asked him, "Ah Yan, have you drunk?" ”

The boy didn't reply.

Xuan Soft stood up barefoot and walked to the side of the bed, his eyes were a little worried, Ah Yan's amount of alcohol followed Aunt Qingqing, so he had to drink a little bit, and he couldn't drink.

Jiang Yanxiu's face was originally emotionless, but as the little girl approached and smelled the familiar smell of milk, it gradually changed.

He struggled to recall the events of the day, and suddenly spoke: "You left me alone and left." ”

He was a little aggrieved: "You still whisper to that dead vixen and wear his watch." ”

Xuan Soft was slightly stunned, and after two seconds, he asked tentatively: "Does the dead fox spirit mean Qinyu?" ”

"Don't mention his name!" The boy suddenly burst into tears and said in a fierce tone, "I hate him!" ”

[Poof.] Hahahahaha

The little girl didn't feel it, she only felt a little distressed.

This was the first time she had seen Ah Yan crying.

She wanted to cry too...... Woo woo, the little girl sniffed, and the annoyance of the whole day exploded at this moment.

She sat on the bed, watched him shed tears aggrievedly, and said with a pout: "Then I won't mention it, don't cry." ”

After the little girl finished speaking, she cried and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

The young man's crying froze, and he was a little panicked for no reason.

"Squishy?"

The little girl cried silently until she was so anxious that she hiccuped.

Jiang Yanxiu stood beside the bed at a loss, saw the little girl with her head down, slowly half-squatted, and her slender fingers wiped away her tears: "Don't cry." ”

He stood up sadly and took the little girl into his arms: "I will feel distressed." ”