Listening to Li Jiaen's words again, Sang Ji pursed his lips speechlessly and shook her eyes.

"Xu Jiamu is smart, and he must have taken your thoughts into account." Sang Ji pursed his lips and was unhappy, his IQ was questioned.

In order not to be interrupted again, Sang Ji spoke in particular detail this time.

It was the evening of seventeen years ago, and it was raining and thundering on the dark sky, and pedestrians hurried along the road with umbrellas.

Xu Jiamu had just finished a study class nearby, and on the way home when Uncle Liang picked him up, he was sitting in the back seat staring straight out of the car window, and happened to see a baby babbling under the street lamp.

There were a lot of pedestrians at the time, so the speed was very slow, and he was first startled and then worried that something would happen to the young child or be abandoned.

Xu Jiamu thought about it for a long time, and figured it out when he was almost home when the sky was getting dark.

It was a fresh life, Xu Jiamu asked Liang Bo to go back.

The child was still babbling at the streetlight, and there were far fewer pedestrians on the road after rush hour.

Xu Jiamu stared at the child for a long time, took an umbrella and got out of the car and stood two meters away, asking Liang Bo to park the car.

Liang Bo didn't understand Xu Jiamu's behavior, but he still listened to his orders, parked the car and came back to stand beside him and wait.

Two umbrellas and three people stayed on this street until late at night, and when the child's crying gradually weakened until it stopped, Xu Jiamu finally moved.

He said, "Uncle Liang, can I save her?" ”

Only then did Liang Bo understand Xu Jiamu's intentions, and there were only three of them left in the streets and alleys at this time.

Liang Bo thought for half a minute and responded, "Yes." ”

Hearing this, Xu Jiamu's face, which had been sunk all night, became a little popular.

His lips curled slightly, and he ordered, "Drive the car over." ”

Xu Jiamu threw the umbrella to the ground, and walked towards the child who had fainted with his stiff and sore feet.

"It's a girl, and she's pretty cute." Xu Jiamu squinted and smiled, and picked up the child awkwardly.

Liang Bo opened the car door, escorted Xu Jiamu in, and picked up the umbrella he threw away.

"To the hospital?" Liang Bo held the steering wheel and asked.

Xu Jiamu lowered her eyes and swept the little girl who was soaked in her arms, and was silent for a few seconds and said, "Go home." ”

At that time, the Xu family was not called Senmu Manor, and there were professional doctors in the family, but the medical equipment was not as complete as the hospital.

But Xu Jiamu didn't want to take her to the hospital, and he would feel very annoyed when the group of adults who thought they were very powerful asked about her origin.

The girl's test result was that there was no disease, and after infusion of a bottle of medicine to prevent cold and fever, Xu Jiamu handed her over to Rong's mother.

The next morning, when he went to school, he saw that the child had woken up.

The girl looks very energetic and smiles all day long.

It seems that he is no stranger to this strange environment, and he likes it very much.

During this period, Xu Jiamu asked Liang Bo to go to the local public security bureau to file the case.

But after waiting for more than a month and no one came to pick up the little girl, Xu Jiamu asked Liang Bo to withdraw the case.

The little girl was named Sangi, and she kept it until she grew up.

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"Wow-" Li Jiaen said at the right time, "He is so caring, affectionate, and sensible!" ”

"Huh?" Sang Ji stopped reminiscing and turned his head to look at Li Jiaen, whose eyelids were fighting.

"Xu Jiamu!" Li Jiaen's words were a little vague, as if she was sleepy, but she had to hold up her spirits to listen to her story.