One thing she always remembered was that her son's life was saved by the little girl.

Fu Jiang calculated her son and caused a car accident, and it was the little girl who pulled him out of the car and saved his life, otherwise her son would have been buried in the fire.

Some time ago, Gu Xiao took a handful of Browning to go to Xiaotangshan to settle accounts with her son, and I heard the people there say that at the critical moment, it was also the little girl who stood in front of her son.

Although Gu Xiao's Browning has no bullets in it.

But the little girl definitely didn't know before.

The child who can give his life for him, he will protect her with his life, which is deserved.

She's not so unreasonable that she can only let her little girl pay, who is not a mother's little baby?

The mobile phone rang, Fu Nanli answered the phone, Wen Qiao's voice on the other end, the background sound was the laughter of children, and Wen Chi's shouts in the distance, 'Wen Qiao, come and set off fireworks, if you don't come again, I won't leave it for you'.

Fu Nanli's heart was a little heavy.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, other families were having a reunion dinner, but he was on his way to send his grandfather to the hospital.

"Are you having Chinese New Year's Eve?" Wen Qiao didn't pay attention to Wen Chi's shouting at all, and asked the person on the other end of the phone with a smile in his voice.

"Well, it's ready, it's about to eat, how about you?"

Wen Qiao: "Uncle Ji is still preparing, the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is too rich, he has been preparing for an afternoon, and he is so hungry." ”

Fu Nanli's expression softened a little: "Your Uncle Ji is a good cook." ”

"Do you watch the Spring Festival Gala?"

Fu Nanli's migraine hit without warning, and his temples hurt badly, "I don't look at it." ”

"You can take a look, I'll send you a message at twelve o'clock, huh?"

"Hmm."

"I'm going to have dinner, hang up first, and say hello to you first."

"Well, Happy New Year."

While Wen Qiao and his family were having Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Fu Nanli stood outside the door of the emergency operating room, waiting for his grandfather's condition.

At the dinner table, Su Ce brought a bottle of vinegar over: "Aqiao, do you want to put some vinegar in the sauce?" ”

"Put more."

Su Yunle said: "Qiao Qiao is really similar to your little uncle, you both love to eat sour." ”

"It's normal for a niece to be like an uncle."

Hairy crabs, fried shrimp, fried beef in sauce, grilled lamb chops, all of them are hard dishes, Wen Chi said while moving his index finger: "Uncle Ji, tonight is too hearty, I estimate that I will eat at least five days of leftovers." ”

Ji Mingyuan smiled: "It's rare, your uncle is back, the first year with us shouldn't be a little grand." ”

As he spoke, he opened a can of beer for each person, and Su Yun sighed lightly: "Those two children are still minors." ”

Ji Mingyuan poured half of them into one: "Two people share a can, it's not intoxicating, it's fine." ”

The TV in the living room has been playing, and the festive music is accompanied by the laughter and chasing of the children in the alley, and the atmosphere of the New Year is very strong.

At the dinner table, Su Ce took out three red envelopes: "Red envelopes for you." ”

Where can Wen Qiao reach out this hand.

Yesterday, the lottery ticket in the number reported by the uncle insisted that they go to claim the prize, saying that he did not need the money, and it can be said that he regarded money as dung.

And now, he is quite short on money, and he has to send red envelopes to their three sisters and brothers, Wen Qiao really can't bear to accept his uncle's money.

"We're all so old, we don't accept red envelopes for a long time."

Wen Chi touched his head: "Huh? Don't accept it? Last year......"

Wen Qiao took a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and stuffed it into his mouth: "You can't stop your mouth if you eat, right?" ”

Su Ce held back a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Not much, six hundred per person, take it, our Aqiao is safe and happy." ”

Wen Chi: ......

Wimmer: ......

The nephews don't deserve their names?

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