Chapter 1157

At that time, she was only one year old. She was soft and looked around with big eyes. There was no woman at home. Wen qinger was brought up by old man Wen. How could ordinary people understand this kind of emotion?

Master Wen really dotes on her in his hand, but he treats her as his granddaughter!

If you haven't talked with her yet, even though he is cruel, he can't bear to see her die with his own eyes. Although he made the order, he knew that she would not die. As long as Xiufeng followed her for a day, she would not die.

Now? She is definitely not Wen qinger, not...

Wen qinger was standing beside the tea table, with tears in her eyes, but her crazy and ferocious eyes were staring at the old man with more and more old and white hair. She walked slowly and difficultly, and her crutches could still tremble. It was like two people walking with the dignity I saw when I was a child.

A drop of tears, uncontrollable crash down.

Is Wen Qing'er really the kind of person who is heartless and ungrateful? She also pain, she also once regarded them as relatives, is they, want to push their own, not her Wenqing son.

But today he... Say a word to save, rather than such a crime, Wen qinger will never hate so thoroughly.

She thought that Wen Ruyu would not let her go because he had feelings with Bai Ling, and her grandfather was closest to her. He believed everything she said, and he would not be cruel to himself.

Now she Wenqing son wrong, mercilessly wiped his tears, bailing is the old man's heart treasure, she Wenqing son now is his enemy.

No, it's really nothing, and so is Xiufeng...

Yes, Xiufeng is loyal to her, but Yaya calls him by name, she can only use him for strength.

Wen qinger finally curls up on the sofa. When she thought that Xia Zhengjun would be the most lonely, helpless and frightened, she found that what she wanted most was that her brother could enlighten her and make her laugh when she was sad. It was her grandfather standing at the door with a crutch, shaking his head and sighing with her sadness, She also told the housekeeper to prepare her favorite things.

For more than 20 years, the Wen family, like her, is a real family.

"Why do you cry?" A steady voice made Wen qinger raise her head immediately. What she saw was a very gentlemanly boy in a white shirt and black waistcoat with a bow tie at the neckline, but he was only 1.6 meters tall and thin. The boy's face was white and handsome, very tender, and the corners of his mouth naturally rose slightly, which made him look tender, Those eyes look like a gentle person.

But with a touch of fear in her eyes, Wen Qing'er quickly wiped the tears on her face, shook her head and didn't speak.

Seeing this, the little boy smiles, one hand leaning slightly behind him, his body bending slightly, showing the appearance of an aristocratic gentleman. He passes a white handkerchief to her, and at the same time points on her face, stained with some tears, "if ya ya sees it, I'm afraid he will be angry!"

Fingertips feel this wet, the little boy took back like a work of art to watch up, finally, carefully put on her hand, "don't forget, you are Jincheng people now, cry, is the pronoun of weakness."

Wen Qing'er's body is even more curly. It's obviously fear that makes her so.

The little boy was so gentle, and he also had the aristocratic smell of a chicken without a hand.