Chapter 943

"You're hungry. What do you want to eat? I'll let the kitchen make it for you."

The two brothers don't bow to each other. Lin Xiaomi has no choice but to make peace.

"Don't bother. Anything will do."

Lin Xiaomi nodded: "let's eat some porridge first. You have injuries and are not suitable for eating too greasy things. Eating something light is good for your recovery."

Lin Xiaomi said, personally went to cook porridge for him, Leng Junlin this little follower, also followed out, after this thing, he is more attached to Lin Xiaomi.

"What kind of porridge did you cook? Cook more. I'm hungry, too. "

Lin Xiaomi looked down at his son, holding him and kissing him: "didn't you have breakfast?"

"Yes, but I'm not full."

Lin Xiaomi looked at the bruise on his son's face and exposed arm, and his eyes turned red again.

"Does it hurt?" She almost lost him. When she thought about it, she was in a panic.

"It doesn't hurt. It just itches." The little guy said, leaned against her arms and rubbed them. He raised the injured little fat arm to her. His voice was a little excited: "Uncle Tang said, this is a gunshot wound. Bang, I wiped it from my arm, just like the police and bandits movies. It's too exciting."

The little guy took this as the capital to show off, but Lin Xiaomi was thrilled.

She couldn't imagine what to do if the bullet missed a little more, if she shot her arm through, if she missed a little more, if she shot him in the heart.

At the thought that he was only five years old and would have to go through so many dangers, Lin Xiaomi's heart was like a knife.

"Baby, mom will never leave you again." Lin Xiaomi put the little guy in his arms, hugged his soft body, smelled the milk aroma on his body, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

In fact, she held it a little tight. When Leng Junlin fell down last night, she had a lot of bruises on her body. When she held her, she showed her teeth in pain.

The little guy was a little flustered when he heard her sobbing voice. He patted her on the back awkwardly: "I'm ok, isn't it? Don't cry

In fact, he was really frightened. They all said that the little man was bleeding and didn't shed tears. He had been trying to bear it all the time. Now that Lin Xiaomi was in this area, his eyes were red, and he sobbed with her.

When Leng Yihuang enters the kitchen, he sees his wife and children huddled together and crying. The picture makes his heart pull.

"Well, it's all right. It's all right now." He picked up Leng Junlin, held his small arm, looked at the injury on his arm and body, and asked, "does it hurt?"

The little guy acted like a little man in front of his father and shook his head: "it doesn't hurt."

Leng Yihuang raised his hand and pinched his face: "at noon, let people make you Coke chicken wings and braised spareribs, and tomato egg soup."

Little guy smell speech, eyes suddenly lit up, grinning small mouth nodded: "thank you dad."

It turns out dad knows what he likes best.

In addition to treating Lin Xiaomi, Leng Yihuang is always reserved in front of others.

Anything he can't do, holding his son, tears in his eyes, like Lin Xiaomi, heart baby coax, tell worry.

He put the little guy on the ground and patted him on the head: "go out and play."

Leng Junlin doesn't want to play, but he looks up at Lin Xiaomi, who is still crying. Thinking that Leng Yihuang must be trying to coax her, he obediently runs out and leaves the space for them.

When her son ran out, Leng Yihuang closed the door of the kitchen and turned to pull Lin Xiaomi into her arms. She frowned at her tearful face: "Why are you crying again? Isn't Jun Lin OK? It's over. My daughter's really crying. "

Lin Xiaomi gave him a hard look: "don't be a smiley face with me. This time there is a cold field. Have you ever thought about what Junlin would be like without him? Or what happens when there's an accident? It's all your fault. If we take him with us, it won't happen. He's only five years old and he's still so young. If anything happens, I can't live any longer. "

His wife's tears are the most lethal weapon to him. Leng Yihuang is very distressed and admits his mistake repeatedly: "well, well, this time it's my thoughtlessness. I promise you that similar things will never happen again. OK, don't cry. My husband is distressed."

He thought it would be better to leave Leng Junlin in the presidential palace with Yin xuerui to take care of him than to go to Y country with them.

It was his thoughtlessness that underestimated Leng Shaoyang's ambition.

I didn't expect that he would be so insane that he would poison the whole world.

Although he didn't show it, he was sweating.

Lin Xiaomi hummed: "then you promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you will take me and Junlin with you. Our family will never be separated from each other again. We will bear any danger together."

"Yes, I promise you."Now what she said was what, but with the assurance, she could not control her tears.

"I promised you everything? Why are you crying? Don't cry. Your eyes are swollen. "

Lin Xiaomi forbeared, but he still couldn't help it. He punched him in the chest: "don't force me. I can't control it. Just let me cry for a while. What's the matter?"

If this person can control his emotions, it's not human, but God.

She told herself not to think wildly, it's all right, but her mind can't help but repeatedly appear those soul stirring pictures.

Even can not control the wishful thinking, the brain is full of cold Jun Lin accident picture.

She already suffered enough. Leng Yihuang forced her. She was wronged to death.

Lin Xiaomi's tears didn't show any signs of being controlled. On the contrary, the more he cried, the more fierce he was. He cried so much that he burped. It was like he was wronged.

Leng Yihuang has no way at all, and her heart is seized by her sobs.

"Well, well, if I don't force you, I'll cry in my husband's arms."

Then he took her into his arms and patted her on the back with a big hand, like coaxing a baby.

Lin Xiaomi's mood gradually calmed down, porridge also boiled, the smell of rice wafted in the kitchen.

He buried his red face in his arms and deliberately smeared all his tears on his shirt. Then he pushed him away, sniffing and looking at the porridge in the pot.

Leng Yihuang looks at the muddy chest, unable to laugh or cry, knowing that she did it on purpose.

In this world, she dares to treat him like this.

Before I was on the plane, I didn't want to eat. Now, smelling the delicious porridge cooked by my wife, Leng Yihuang feels a little hungry.

"Is it for me? I'm really a little hungry. My wife is very kind. "

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