Chapter 560

Many of the photos Jingxuan had never seen before. At the moment, she just felt novel and looked at them one by one with high interest.

Tang Xiaoran also looked serious.

She wants to engrave these pictures in her mind.

She wants to remember forever!

It was still early. Jingxuan couldn't sleep and wanted to watch TV. Tang Xiaoran agreed.

Recently, he is very fond of bean and cartoon. It looks very good.

She would watch several episodes with him occasionally, which was very interesting and funny.

When Tang Xiaoran pressed the remote control and passed the entertainment news station, his hand shook slightly.

Then she pressed it quickly!

Jingxuan didn't notice.

Pass the remote control to Jingxuan. She takes out her mobile phone and turns on entertainment news.

It was the news that Su Zhengxiao and a woman went in and out of the hotel, which was photographed.

A woman's face is not hidden.

Her pupils were dilated, shocked and surprised!

The woman's face as like as two peas of the left left, is even seven or eight, even the style of dress is the same.

If she didn't know that Zuo Qingrou had died, she would think it was Zuo Qingrou who came back from the dead!

Like!

It's so similar!

He and the woman went in and out of the hotel

Tang Xiaoran's chest fluctuates, his breath is short, and his thoughts drift.

Jingxuan shook her arm: "Mom, start! Look!"

His eyes fell on the TV, but his heart was no longer on it. He didn't know where he had gone.

She can't stop thinking about the news just now

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never believe that there could be such two people in the world!

Although surprised and stunned, it's frightening that they are so similar, isn't it?

Jingxuan has been calling her to watch TV.

Tang Xiaoran took back his thoughts and stabilized his mood.

Turn off the news page on your mobile phone and watch cartoons with him.

Su Zhengxiao hasn't been back here since he had a bad time that day.

A few days from that day.

Her cold is almost over, but she still has some cough.

Jingxuan is doing her homework. She is drawing.

Painting has always been a matter of paying attention to artistic conception. Without artistic conception and mood, the things painted are naturally ugly.

Not in the mood, Tang Xiaoran packed up the drawing board and fuel.

Jingxuan wants to eat duck neck. She has bought materials and plans to make them for him.

Jingxuan has always been an obedient child.

She was busy in the kitchen. He followed her back and forth and started.

She asked him to go out and play. There are many classmates living in the same community. Go out and play for a while. When he's almost done, it's estimated that he'll be fine.

Nodding, Jingxuan walked outside the apartment.

Tang Xiaoran leaned back and said to him, "don't run too far. Just play in the community."

He nodded.

But I still finish what I should do and clean it up before I leave.

This is a habit that Tang Xiaoran made him form when he was a child.

Looking at his small back, Tang Xiaoran smiled faintly.

The whole program is troublesome and a waste of time.

The most important thing she can do is to be patient and clean the room while doing it.

Washing clothes, someone knocked at the door.

She had to stop and open the door.

Outside the door stood a gorgeous and fashionable woman.

She didn't understand: "who are you looking for?"

"Are you the nanny of this family?" the woman looked up and down.

"No." Tang Xiaoran replied directly, "I'm the master here. What can I do for you?"

"Is Su Jingxuan your son?" the woman frowned and continued to ask.

Tang Xiaoran nodded.

"That's right. Your Jingxuan beat my son. His forehead is still bleeding. What are you going to do?"

Between words, she turned sideways.

I saw Jingxuan and a boy of the same age standing behind the woman.

The boy had a slight scratch on his forehead, and Jingxuan stood straight but stubborn.

"What's the matter?" Tang Xiaoran looked at Jingxuan directly across the woman, looking serious.

Jingxuan saw the boy and didn't speak.

"Su Jingxuan, I'll ask you again. What's the matter with you!" she lost her temper and sank her face: "who allowed you to fight?"

The woman looked at the good play. At last, she said, "since he refused to say, let me say it! My son took the newspaper with a picture of your husband and another woman going in and out of the hotel. He said that your father didn't want your mother, and your son rushed up!"

Of course, women's words are beautified.

What was said at that time was even worse.

Tang Xiaoran was slightly stunned and looked at Jingxuan.

Jingxuan didn't look at her. His eyes stubbornly fell to the ground.

"It's inevitable for children to stumble at home. Since it's Jingxuan's fault, I apologize," she said.

The woman refused to give up: "Oh, just an apology? My son's forehead is still hurt!"

Hearing the speech, Tang Xiaoran found out his wallet and took out a dollar from it: "just buy a band aid and stick it."

When a woman grows up, she can't believe it: "one... One dollar?"

"No?"

She looked at the woman's cynical look: "a band aid is twenty cents, and one yuan is enough to buy five band aids."

Jingxuan never hits children.

There must be a reason to hit someone.

She believes in Jingxuan.

"Nonsense! Can I have a dollar? Do you think I'm a beggar?" the woman kept talking.

Tang Xiaoran had no interest in listening. He stretched out his hand to pull Jingxuan and closed the door directly in front of the woman.

When the door was about to close, she heard a woman's voice: "no wonder it's a wild child, uneducated! It's a joke to expect a cripple to give a good child! No wonder her husband and other women go in and out of the hotel."

On the doorknob, Tang Xiaoran was stunned.

It turned out that no matter how well she educated her child, she was a child educated by a cripple in the eyes of others

She doesn't care what others say about herself, but she can't agree with such perfunctory questions about Jingxuan between the lines!

However, when she opened the door, the mother and son had disappeared.

Jingxuan looked at her very carefully and didn't dare to speak.

She sat down and said, "where's hurt?"

Biting his lips, Jingxuan reached out to lift his clothes.

There was a cut on the arm and a trace of blood.

Tang Xiaoran took the medicine box and disinfected him with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol. For fear that he couldn't stand the pain, he stuffed a candy into his mouth: "bite."

The atmosphere has been quiet.

He was braver than other children, and he didn't shout pain at the moment.

"In the future, if anyone hits you, he will return it, okay?"

Jingxuan frowned: "Mom, you said you can't fight. You should be friendly with children."

Tang Xiaoran said word by word, "but you should protect yourself and don't hurt yourself."

"Yes." Jingxuan nodded.

After a long time, he bit his voice and said, "Mom, does Dad really don't want us?"

The move in her hand stopped, but it lasted only two seconds. She said, "no, it's just a colleague at work."