She also wants to know the answer to this question.
Jing Zian's love for Jiang Censhuo has exceeded the love that ordinary people have for children.
Even his own son is nothing more than that.
Who does he like more, his sister's son or his own son?
Jing Zi'an's ears moved and he heard the sudden pause of footsteps behind him.
He guessed from the heavy footsteps that Mai Xiaole was coming.
At this time, he can't let go.
Jing Zian smiled and replied: "Of course I like them all!"
"Uncle Jing, you are dishonest."
Although Jiang Censhuo is only four years old, he is very clever and is definitely not someone who is easy to fool.
Jing Zian raised his hand and touched Jiang Censhuo's head and said, "I didn't lie.
I like you not only because you are smart, cute and smart, but more importantly because you are my sister’s child.
Love the house and the bird, do you understand?
My sister loves you very much, so I also like you very much.
And my own children have my blood and genes flowing through them, so I naturally love my children very much.
There is no conflict between the two."
"Then if I quarrel with my brother or sister in the future, who will Uncle Jing turn to?"
Jiang Censhuo asked slyly.
Each of these questions is more tricky than the last, and it simply doesn’t fit what he should be like at his age!
Jingzi An laughed.
It is indeed my sister's child.
A ghost elf!
However, children are children, and they still cannot play with adults.
Jing Zi'an smiled and replied: "Cen Shuo is the elder brother, four or five years older than his sister, so why would he quarrel with his sister?
Our Cen Shuo has always been a gentleman!"
Jiang Censhuo tilted his head and thought for a while, but couldn't refute.
It seems really true.
When Uncle Jing’s child is born, I will be almost five years old!
You really can’t bully children!
Jiang Censhuo's face drooped in frustration.
The temptation failed!
When Mai Xiaole heard Jing Zian's answer, her anxious heart finally slowly returned.
It seemed like she really was overthinking it.
Jing Zi'an really likes Jiang Censhuo because she loves Wujiwu.
During breakfast, Jiang Censhuo pulled Yanchuan aside and told Yanchuan everything that happened that morning. Finally, he said seriously: "For the sake of you being my biological father, I really
I tried my best!"
Yanchuan couldn't help but raise his hand and flick the little guy's forehead: "Am I so useless in your heart?"
Jiang Censhuo bared his teeth and said, "I'm going to tell mom that you can flick my forehead!"
Yanchuan looked at him lightly: "You just told me that you are a man! What?
Are you a man who will look for his mother when he is bullied?"
Jiang Censhuo was speechless.
Seeing his son's face flushed from holding back, Yanchuan laughed loudly, picked up his son, and coaxed him and said: "Okay, okay, dad knows. Our little Cen Shuo has paid a huge amount to protect our home."
Work hard, I will definitely work hard to protect little Cen Shuo's home!"
"snort!"
Jiang Censhuo turned her head proudly.
The father and son got into trouble again.
When Jiang Mo came down, this was what he saw.
Yanchuan and Jiang Censhuo were playing around chasing each other.
Jiang Mo smiled softly.
"elder sister!"
Jing Zi'an felt that this scene was too dazzling, so he simply interrupted the family of three's happy scene: "I saw the wild flowers blooming beautifully outside in the morning, so I picked some and put them on the table. It was a wild fun."
When Jiang Mo saw the wild flowers in Jing Zian's hand, and then looked at the hands held by Jing Zian and Mai Xiaole, he suddenly smiled and raised his eyebrows: "You two went out to pick flowers early in the morning?
It’s really romantic!”
Mai Xiaole smiled shyly.
Jing Zian replied calmly: "Thanks to Cen Shuo. If he hadn't run in the morning, I wouldn't have noticed the wild flowers over there."
Jiang Censhuo snorted.
Bad uncle!
He obviously wanted to pick flowers and give them to his mother, but he cut off the flowers!
If he says that this was his idea, his mother will definitely ask him why he didn't pick it.
Then I can't hide it from my mother, and let her know that I accidentally fell!
Uncle Jing knew that he didn't want his mother to worry, so he stole his idea.
So bad!
Jing Zian didn't care about the psychological activities of a four-year-old child. He handed the wild flowers in his hand to Jiang Mo and said, "Borrow flowers to offer to Buddha."
Jiang Mo took it and said with a smile: "It is indeed beautiful."
After saying that, he handed it to the servant behind him.
The servant found a vase, arranged the flowers, and placed them on the dining table. It was indeed beautiful.
After breakfast, when Jing Zi'an and Mai Xiaole left, Jing Zi'an said to Mai Xiaole calmly: "Although these wild flowers are beautiful, they are still not as gorgeous as artificially cultivated varieties.
Look at the flowers over there, they would be perfect to cut and put in the bedroom."
Mai Xiaole looked along the line of sight and saw a patch of delicate roses in bloom growing on a slope.
This rose flower is artificially cultivated and blooms in brilliant purples and reds.
Mai Xiaole's eyes flashed, remembering Jing Zi'an's words.
After Jing Zian left, Mai Xiaole turned around and went to pick flowers.
She wanted to personally arrange a flower basket for Jing Zi'an.
But, what she didn't know was.
This morning, the workers here had just watered the garden, and the ground was wet and slippery. Ordinary people had to be careful, let alone a pregnant woman like her with a big belly?
Mai Xiaole only focused on picking flowers, but ignored the mud under his feet.
Just when she was about to cut off the most beautiful flower, her feet suddenly staggered and her whole body tilted down the steep slope involuntarily.
At this critical moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind, grabbed Mai Xiaole's wrist, and pulled hard.
Mai Xiaole screamed and was forcefully pulled back from the slope.
"Be careful!"
The other party took Mai Xiaole back to a safe area and said impatiently: "Didn't you see that we just watered it?
If you lean over here with your big belly, will you die?"
Mai Xiaole was in shock, and his whole face turned pale.
Not far away, Jing Zian's eyes were slightly colder.
Who is this person?
have a finger in the pie!
Suddenly, Mai Xiaole screamed, covering her belly and shouting loudly: "Ah, my belly, my child——"
Jing Zi'an was shocked!
Could it be said that this child cannot be saved?
At this time, the man who had just rescued Mai Xiaole saw that Mai Xiaole's expression was not right, so he picked up Mai Xiaole, turned around and ran towards the residential area.
While running, he shouted: "Doctor, call the doctor quickly!"
He looked so anxious, as if he was the child's father.
In fact, only he himself knows it in his heart.
This is a task assigned by the boss. We must protect Mai Xiaole and the child in her belly, and we must not let them make any mistakes!
Jiang Mo was quickly alarmed.
By the time she rushed over, the doctor here had already finished examining Mai Xiaole.