"Jing, actually I'm fine like this, don't sympathize with me."
An Haoran turned around and spoke in a low voice, clearly unhappy with Jing Miao's suggestion.
Xiaobai ran to An Haoran's side, hugged An Haoran's thigh, raised his little face, and said in a childish voice, "Uncle An, don't you like Xiaobai?"
An Haoran fumbled along Xiao Bai's head to his pink and tender cheeks, and said in a soft voice, "No."
"Then you don't like my mommy?"
"no"
"Then you hate my mommy?"
Xiaobai's eyebrows wrinkled, his mother was so good, how could someone not like her?
"No." An Haoran frowned slightly. He felt that this question was very difficult for a five-year-old child and he didn't know how to say it.
"That's why I like it! Uncle An, I don't even want my biological father, so you will be my daddy!"
"..."
An Haoran was speechless. If he said he didn't like Jing Miao, the little guy would definitely get angry. But if he denied this answer, the little guy would think that he likes Jing Miao.
But how can marriage be accomplished simply by liking it?
An Haoran was silent. When Xiaobai was not around, he said to Jing Miao who suddenly made the proposal, "Jing, you can't mess around with your marriage. I don't know if my eyes will get better now. Even if you want to give Xiaobai
It’s no use finding a father, but now I can obviously only drag you down, and I can hardly give you anything else.”
An Haoran's expression was solemn, his eyes were slightly lowered, and he was looking in the direction of Jing Miao. Jing Miao felt depressed by his empty eyes, "It's enough that Xiaobai likes you. An, what if I have feelings for you?"
?Love is the most unreliable in this world. Can love be used as food? Marriage does not necessarily require love, it is more of a responsibility."
An Haoran sighed, stood up, and groped slowly back to the bedroom.
Jing Miao silently packed up the lunch box, took a look at the bedroom door, saw that he was already lying on the bed and fell asleep, and walked out of the door quietly.
When I just walked downstairs, I saw Xiu Yu coming towards me.
His eyes quickly passed over the lunch box Jing Miao was holding, and then turned to her face. There was another faint scar there, which was obviously darker than the skin on the rest of her face. His brows were furrowed.
"What happened to your face?"
Mr. Xiu's arrogant look flashed through Jing Miao's mind again. When she and he were still married, Lan Miao targeted her everywhere, wasn't it just because of the person in front of her?
Jing Miao didn't want to pay attention to him, turned away his eyes, and planned to walk straight past him.
Unexpectedly, Xiu Yu suddenly grabbed her hand, her raised voice contained anger, and her eyes hidden with pain stared at the paralyzed woman, "Jing Miao, do you hate me so much?"
Jing Miao threw the iron lunch box at Xiu Yu's head with his backhand. There was a loud bang and the sound shocked both of them.
"Let go! Don't come in front of me and disgust me! What's wrong with my face? I almost lost my life!" Jing Miao gasped, almost roaring, and expressed the resentment in his heart towards this person, "
Get away!"
Jing Miao kicked him, and the seven-inch slender high heel fell hard on his calf bone, instantly leaving a black mark on his white pants.
Xiu Yu didn't let go, and held Jing Miao's hand tightly, with a puzzled look on her face, "What did you say?"
During this period, he went to other provinces to participate in military exercises and stayed under closed management for half a month. Now that he had just returned from the field, he didn't even return to the military compound. He went straight here, but waited for her punch.
Hitting and kicking, speaking harshly
He sneered, "Go home and ask your good sister-in-law!"
At the corner of the road, Xiao Bai suddenly jumped out and waved to Jing Miao, "Mommy, come home quickly!"
Jing Miao lowered her voice and reached out to pry his big hand, "If you don't want Xiaobai to see his biological parents fighting each other, then let go."
Almost as soon as Xiu Yu's strength relaxed, Jing Miao broke free, turned around, and quickly ran towards Xiao Bai who was waiting there. The mother and son disappeared around the corner.
After passing through the dim corridor in the old house, Jing Miao dragged Xiaobai back to the house. It was still dusk, but the brightest light had been turned on in the house. Her mother, Sun Aiyun, was sitting under the light, raising her hands and looking at
What
Jing Miao walked over and found that she was threading needles and threads
"I'll come"
Jing Miao saw her squinting her eyes. She tried several times but failed. He couldn't bear it and took it. It only took a few seconds for Jing Miao to thread the thread.
Sun Aiyun took it with satisfaction, and was about to lower his head to mend it when his eyes suddenly fell on Jing Miao's skirt.
"Why is there blood on your skirt?"
No, her aunt just left a few days ago. She lowered her head, turned slightly sideways, and followed the position of her arm. There were a few drops of blood on the light-colored skirt.
Jing Miao raised the hem of her skirt and rubbed the few traces carefully. The color was new. Looking back on what had just happened, Jing Miao's heart beat suddenly.
Did this blood come out because I hit Xiu Yu just now?
Jing Miao's helpless eyes turned to the iron lunch box still on the dining table, which she had just used to hit him on the head.
"Everyone has left, why are you still watching?"
A woman's laughter suddenly came from behind Xiu Yu. When she turned around, she saw Rong Yao, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.
"Why are you here?"
Xiu Yu frowned. His attitude was already very clear. He would not marry Rong Yao.
Rong Yao narrowed her charming Danfeng eyes slightly and looked at Xiu Yu. She saw that he was only slightly darker than before, but he looked more energetic and heroic.
But it’s also freezing cold
"I think you are doing well. Why did your grandfather say that you were injured, which made my family insist on me coming to see you?"