Xiao Qinghuan raised her eyes to look at her, her black eyes were extremely bright and quiet in the night, flashing with tears: "Little brother, why doesn't he want me and my mother anymore?" ”

Xiao Yechen looked directly at the big clear eyes: "Because he is a bad person." ”

Xiao Qinghuan didn't understand.

"They are all bad people, my mommy often says, in fact, people who do bad things openly are not the most hateful, the most hateful are those "good people" who do bad things, just like the woman who robbed your father, she knew that it was wrong to rob your father, but she still did it with a guilty face, such people are the most hateful. “

Xiao Qinghuan's expression was slightly confused, she was still too young to fully understand the twists and turns in the adult world.

Xiao Yechen raised his hand and touched her cheek, he rarely does this action to Xiao Xue, and tonight he doesn't know why he actually touched this little girl he just met: "Qinghuan must not become a woman like her in the future, you have to learn from my mommy, it belongs to me, and I will not let it; If it doesn't belong to me, I will never rob it. ”

Speaking of Ye Weilan, who gave her name, Xiao Qinghuan nodded hurriedly, she always remembered the sentence "The winter night is slight, and the ink dyes Qinghuan".

"Go back to bed, get up early tomorrow and go home."

Xiao Qinghuan's eyes flashed with tears, and she nodded chokedly: "Qinghuan has been away from home for so many days, my mother must be very worried." ”

Xiao Yechen looked at the little girl who couldn't hold back her crying, and frowned: "If you want to cry, cry." ”

Adults will cry when their father is snatched away, let alone a child who is less than four years old.

Xiao Qinghuan cried loudly in the middle of the night, and the tender cry echoed in the night, drowned out by the sound of the waves swept in the distance, and disappeared for a long time.

……

"Husband, you have to be gentle......" Early in the morning, such a soft voice came from a certain room, with a poor nong.

A faint "um" followed by the word, even if it is just a pronunciation, has its own sexy undertones.

On the retro European-style palace bed, two figures in nightgowns were very close to each other, Ye Weilan nestled in Qi Ye's arms, buried his face in his chest, and resolutely did not look at this side with his eyes closed.

Qi Ye held her left wrist and slowly unbandaged it, and the white cloth fell on the velvet quilt one by one, revealing a rather "distinctive" wound.

The snow-white wrist is smooth and white, the bones are slender, and you can see some blue blood vessels, which is the kind of hand that belongs to the beauty, but a few red scratches on the tender skin are very obvious, probably because the skin is too white, and the red and white are different at a glance.

Qi Ye took out a box of transparent ointment from the table, gently wiped the tender meat that had just grown, and said in a lazy tone: "It's okay to raise it for two days." ”

"Will it be healed?" The man hiding in his arms looked up and stared at him with a blank eye.

Qi Meiren gave an affirmative reply.

"There are no more "ravines"? She asked again, a little uncertain.

Girls love beauty, and no one wants those ugly scars on their bodies, especially if she has a troubled husband.

Qi Ye lowered his eyes and looked at the little wife: "You can touch ......"

Miss Ye touched it with her other hand, although there was a slight tingling sensation, it was smooth, and there were no uneven scars.

Mama Ye smiled and breathed a sigh of relief: "I can finally go out without injury!" ”