Wen Qiao smiled reluctantly: "I hope Mr. Xiao will consider my suggestion well, and I am confident that he will improve his current situation." ”

"Uh-huh, I'll think about it."

After breakfast, Wen Qiao and the others left, and in the courtyard, she looked back and saw Xiao Junhe lying on the window on the third floor, looking at her with blank eyes.

Wen Qiao always felt that look a little pitiful, and waved at him, and the boy waved at her.

After they and Xiao Liangyan left, Xiao Junhe was dragged by Aunt Zhen and fell to the ground.

"Who told you to let them into your room last night?"

Xiao Jun wanted to cry, but Aunt Zhen kicked him irritably: "Don't cry." ”

"I was wrong."

"Do you dare to let people into your room in the future?"

"Don't dare."

Aunt Zhen glared at him: "Kneel for me for a long time and reflect on it!" ”

The door slammed shut, and the thin figure knelt in the dark room, Xiao Junhe muttered, I like that sister, I like that sister.

But the sister also left, he hung his head, a little aggrieved, and the sister also left.

On the plane, Wen Qiao felt that his right eyelid kept jumping, and frowned: "I always feel that Aunt Zhen is not very good, why don't you suggest to Xiao Liangyan to change to a nanny?" ”

Fu Nanli was handling official business, and responded: "I told him that he may not necessarily listen to me, he is very perfunctory to his son, as long as he doesn't let his son go hungry and freeze, as for the rest, he doesn't seem to care." ”

Wen Qiao pressed his temples: "That's a life, and it's his son, Xiao Liangyan and Yao Qiwen are both delicate egoists, you cooperate with Xiao Liangyan, you have to be careful to watch out for him." ”

"Yes."

After returning to Haicheng, Wen Qiao didn't sleep very well every night, she would dream, and almost every night she would dream of the boy named Xiao Junhe.

I dreamed that he was beaten by that Aunt Zhen, because the child had low intelligence, and he was beaten by Aunt Zhen but still had to rely on Aunt Zhen, so it was pitiful.

In the dream, he curled up in the corner of the dimly lit room, with a pair of dark eyes with tears, and he whispered softly, 'Sister, help me'.

Wen Qiao woke up, panting softly, a thin layer of sweat on her head, she sat at the window, poured a glass of cold water, and drank it in one gulp.

When she took out her mobile phone, it was three o'clock in the morning, she called Fu Nanli, and Fu Dashao was sleeping deeply, and was woken up by the mobile phone, and his voice was hoarse: "What's wrong?" ”

"You ask Xiao Liangyan to take Xiao Junhe back to Haicheng, no matter what method you use, even if it is to threaten him, you have to take that kid back."

"Huh?"

"I don't feel good."

Fu Nanli satisfied her unconditionally: "Okay, tomorrow I will tell Xiao Liangyan that I have a villa in the suburbs, if he returns to China, let him live there first." ”

"Well, thank you."

"Nightmare?"

Wen Qiao rubbed his hair: "Well, I dreamed that the child was beaten, and I cried and asked me to save him." ”

"Do you want me to come over?"

"It's okay, you can sleep."

The next day, Fu Nanli made an appointment with Xiao Liangyan and asked him how he thought about it, Xiao Liangyan thought to himself, this Fu Dashao was really a little annoying, and he was really concerned about the child, so he said perfunctorily: "Isn't this just returning to China, I still have to think about it, I am always worried that the child will be known by others when he returns to China." ”

"You don't have to worry about this, I will use the Fu family's private jet to pick him up, and then live in my suburban villa, that half-mountain villa, only my house, there will be no problems."