Wen Qiao: "Lately, I've been a little hard to control my emotions. ”

Wen Mo was a little at a loss and wanted to help his sister, but he didn't know where to start: "For...... Why is this happening? ”

Wen Qiao pretended to be relaxed and said: "It may be similar to Wen Chi's, but my symptoms came relatively late." ”

Not wanting to scare Xiao Mo, Wen Qiao said this deliberately.

Wen Mo was a little distressed: "Then let the psychiatrist take a look, is it okay to take medicine?" ”

Wen Qiao touched his head: "Don't worry, my sister has her own measure, it will be fine, don't worry, our family will only get better and better." ”

Wimmer: "If there's anything my sister wants me to help with, be sure to tell me." ”

"That is, don't let me see the blood, I'm a little out of control when I see the blood."

Wen Mo: "This looks like the kind of hero who goes crazy in martial arts dramas." ”

Wen Qiao burst out laughing, "Really? When you say that, it does seem a bit like that. ”

"The ending of the hero will be good, and my sister will be good."

The next day, the Wen family killed chickens early in the morning, because Wen Mo won the game, so Ji Mingyuan bought an old hen from the market and came back to stew chicken soup.

Wimmer heard the clucking of chickens outside the window, and immediately rolled over and jumped out of bed, hitting the bed board with him.

Wen Chi, who went to bed, slept vaguely and scolded: "What are you kid doing?" ”

finally came back for a trip, and didn't let him sleep peacefully, this kid is getting more and more skinny.

Wen Mo didn't even have time to put on his slippers and rushed out barefoot.

"Uncle Ji."

Ji Mingyuan grabbed the hen's neck with one hand and the kitchen knife in the other, stunned: "Xiao Mo, what's wrong?" ”

"Uncle Ji, don't kill chickens at the door."

Su Yun came out of the kitchen and saw him wearing thin pajamas, barefoot, and anxious: "It's weird and cold, why don't you kid wear clothes or shoes." ”

Wen Mo was anxious: "Uncle Ji, don't kill chickens at the door, take it to the vegetable market and let the stall owner deal with it, okay?" ”

Su Yun took a pair of slippers and put them at his feet: "Okay, what's wrong?" ”

Wen Mo: "My sister is afraid of blood. ”

Su Yun smiled: "Your sister is afraid of blood? How did I not know she had this problem? ”

"Sister is really afraid of blood, Uncle Ji, take it to the vegetable market."

Ji Mingyuan took the fluttering hen out of the yard suspiciously, "How did you hear that Qiaoqiao is afraid of blood." ”

Su Yun patted his head: "Isn't it a nightmare, talking nonsense early in the morning." ”

"Mom, don't kill anything at home in the future, as long as it bleeds, you can't kill fish."

Su Yun glared at him: "The more you talk, the more energetic it becomes, your sister is not afraid of heaven and earth, and with her courage, she can also be afraid of blood." ”

"I wasn't afraid before, but now I'm afraid."

Su Yun saw that the child didn't seem to be talking nonsense: "Is it true?" ”

"yes, really."

"Got it, I won't kill chickens and ducks at home from now on."

At the breakfast table, Su Yun couldn't help but care a little more: "Qiaoqiao, are you afraid of blood now?" ”

Wen Qiao lied nonsense: "I saw someone who was beaten and covered in blood and fell in a pool of blood, and then I was a little fainted." ”

"Are you alright?" Wen Chi picked up a baked cake, rolled some shredded potatoes with green peppers in it, took a bite, and asked vaguely.

"It's not a big problem."

Everyone in the family is a little worried, this size can be regarded as a small mental problem, and Xiao Mo and Xiao Chi have both had similar symptoms, and they dare not be serious.

Wen Qiao smiled: "It's really not a big problem, I'm measured, don't worry." ”