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Qing'er looked at the rag doll like boy in the back seat and said with a little fear.

"It's Mommy's fault, Mommy has to bear the burden. Help Mommy take care of Big Brother first, we'll go to the hospital right now."

Little Wan was frightened, but she did not intend to shirk her responsibilities. It was her fault, she had to be brave enough to bear it.

"No …" "Don't go to the hospital..."

Xiao Wan was stunned. He was covered in blood, so how could she not go to the hospital?

"Big brother, you're injured."

Seeing the little boy struggling to get up, Qing'er used her plump hands to support him.

However, the little boy was too heavy, and Qing'er didn't have that much strength. The little boy clearly didn't have any strength either.

"Please help... "I'll call …"

The little boy lay down again, looking even weaker.

Qing'er lowered her body and put her ear close to the boy's face.

"Mommy, phone number, 006320000, *"

Qing'er repeated the number the boy said word by word.

Little Wan pulled out her phone and dialed while she was driving.

The phone rang for a long time. Just when Wan'er was about to give up, someone finally answered.

"Who are you?"

The cold male voice on the other end sounded very frightening.

Wan'er was shocked speechless.

"Mommy, he said his name was Joseph …"

Qing Er's voice sounded again.

Before Wan'er could say anything, waves of murderous intent came from the other end of the phone.

"Did you kidnap my son? What are your conditions? " Hearing the questioning on the other end of the phone, Wan'er was stunned.

She kidnapped his son? She had just bumped into someone, but it seemed too far from kidnapping.

"Teacher, I think you misunderstood. When I went home with my daughter, your son suddenly ran out and bumped into him, but it wasn't a kidnapping. I will be responsible. After sending him to the hospital, I will …"

"Where are you now? If he isn't injured in vital parts, you'd better bring him to your house. I'll be there as soon as I can. "

The man ordered in a cold tone.

"Sir, your son is severely injured, I must …"

"Shut up. First, pull over to the side of the road and do as I say."

The man said in an unquestionable tone.

"Mister, you …"

"Shut up and do as I say. Let's see where he's injured. Is it a gunshot wound or a knife wound?"

Wan'er froze for a second, then struggled to move away from the driver's seat.

"Mommy, there's a hole in his head …"

Qing Er's words made Wan'Er's heart sink. She threw away the phone and saw that the man was cursing fiercely and angrily.

She went to the back seat to check on the boy's injuries, then let out a long breath.

Fortunately, it was only a slight bruise on his forehead. His daughter's words scared him to death.

Although his body looked horrifying, it was mostly bruises. There were no gunshot wounds or knife wounds as the man had said.

Little Wan looked at the boy, laid him down, and picked up the phone. She was surprised that the man was still waiting patiently.

"Sir, your son has a lot of bruises on him, but he's so weak right now. I think it's best to take him to the hospital."

"Woman, listen carefully. Bring my son back to your house first. Bandage him and disinfect him. Don't let anyone know. I will hurry over."

The domineering tone of the man made Wan'er extremely disgusted, but she was at fault tonight. Since he said that, she had to be like this for now.

If the boy was badly hurt when she got back, she would go to the hospital.

Little Wan gave the address of the family and drove the car home.

Along the way, her thoughts became much clearer.

She somewhat understood from the man's forceful and overbearing tone that they were not ordinary people. They might cause some trouble or even lose their lives if they were to go to the hospital.

After returning home, Wan did not dare to reveal anything, so she carried the little boy and had no choice but to let her daughter down.

Wan put the boy on the sofa and quickly closed the window.

"Mommy, don't you have to go to the hospital?"

Qing'er scratched her head as she looked at the boy who had opened his eyes on the sofa.

"Let's take a look first. If he's very injured, then go."

As she spoke, Wan'er went to get the medical kit, hoping that nothing serious would happen.

She had a feeling that she might be in big trouble tonight. She would lose her life if she went to the hospital. If there was an accident, she might also lose her life.

"Qing'er, come and help Mommy."

Wan carried the boy into the room and helped him take off his clothes.

"Mommy, why does he look so different?"

Qing'er was watching him attentively from the side.

Watching her mother cut open her little brother's clothes and take them off, the upper part of her body didn't seem to be any different, but the space between her legs was very different.

Xiao Wan was stunned for a moment, then blushed as she looked at her daughter's curious eyes.

All along, there had only been women in the house, and she had never told a boy or a girl how different they were.

It was normal for Qing to see a boy who was different from her, but for a moment she didn't know how to explain it, and she didn't have time to explain it.

"Qing'er, because this brother is a boy, boys and girls are different."

This was the first time she had seen a difference between a boy and a girl.

"Is that so? Is Uncle Blue Eyes the same as the Prince? "

Qing'er's naive words made Little Wan extremely regretful. If she had known earlier, she would have sent him directly to the hospital.

"All boys are like that."

At this moment, the boy's eyes opened. It was the same as Lan Yufeng's, an aqua blue eye.

"Mommy, his eyes are as beautiful as Uncle Blue Eyes's."

Qing'er's attention was quickly diverted. At this moment, she was focusing on the little boy's eyes.

"My father will thank you."

The little boy's cold gaze turned gentle when it came into contact with Qing Er.

Little Wan didn't pay any attention to him. This child didn't look that big, but his eyes were calm and intelligent beyond his years. This was probably the result of the environment he was in the day after tomorrow.

"Little friend, if you feel uncomfortable anywhere, just tell Auntie."

After Wan had done some simple treatment for the little boy's wounds, the little boy blushed and said he was hungry, so he asked if there was anything to eat.

Little Wan looked at the clock. It was already 12 o'clock. She hadn't been home for a few months, and there was nothing at home.

However, looking at the shy look in the boy's eyes, Little Wan knew that even if it was 3 in the morning, she still had to buy it at 3 in the morning.

He told his daughter not to run around the house and go out to buy things.

But in the end, he was still worried, so he locked the door from the outside.

She only hoped that no one would find out. Otherwise, she might be charged with child abuse.

After Little Wan left, Qing'er climbed onto the bed and lifted the blanket.

"What are you doing?"

The boy's face immediately turned red, and he instinctively put his hands between his legs.

Because his clothes were not only stained with blood, but also dirty, Little Wan threw away his clothes. Thus, this time, the boy laid on the bed naked.

Qing'er was curious, so she lifted the quilt to see the difference between him and her.

"See what's different about you?"

Qing'er wasn't shy at all. Instead, she went to grab the boy's hands.

"No, you're a girl, you can't watch."

Joseph's face was even redder, and his little hands were even tighter than before, as well as his legs.

"Why? I just wanted to take a look. How about I let you take a look too?"

Qing'er was about to untie her clothes.

"No, we can't look anyway, so quickly go down."

Joseph quickly grabbed the quilt and covered it.

This little girl with an angelic face was very frightening. She actually wanted to molest him.

If she wasn't too young, he would have hit her.

"Josef, why is the body of a boy different from that of a girl?"

Seeing that there was nothing to see, Qing'er could only tilt her head and ask him.

"Boys and girls are different, so why?"

Joseph pulled at the quilt tightly, his eyes fixed on the girl, afraid that she would turn it over again.

"But …" "Why?"

Qing'er asked, still puzzled.

The blood in Joseph's body seemed to run all the way to his head, and his face was as red as a cooked shrimp.

It was not that he did not answer, but that he did not know the answer.

"I... I don't know. "

Joseph could only stammer when he saw Qing'er staring at him.

Qing'er quickly got off the bed. Not long later, she grabbed a small laptop and pulled it over to the bed. She lay beside Joseph on the bed and snapped at the laptop.

"You … "How old are you?"

Joseph perspired as he looked at Kiki's plump hands, the speed at which she tapped the keyboard, and the sentences she typed.

"I'll be three next week. How about you?"

Qing'er focused on her computer and chatted like a little adult.

"Three years old?"

Joseph's eyes bulged, and he thought back to what he had been doing when he was three years old.

It seemed that when he was three years old, he was slightly worse than her. Although he could also use a computer, he was not that nimble. However, thinking about how he was practicing martial arts, he felt much more balanced.

"You … Look at this? "

Joseph gasped and was frightened. Such a little child, she... She actually looked at a gender website.

"That's right, that's right. The gender of boys and girls starts from the mother's …"

Qing'er read out the information.

Joseph's face froze. He had to say that this little girl was very studious, but wasn't she just too studious? Why was she doing all these things?

"Cough, you …" Is your name Qing? "

Seeing how focused Qing'er was, Joseph said with a bitter face.

"Mm, when my mom calls me that, I finally understand. It turns out that boys and girls have already decided before they were born."

Qing'er finally sat up, but the computer still didn't close. It displayed a graphic of a man and a woman's bodies.

"Hmm, let's change the topic. Why don't you see your father when you're the only one in your family with your mother?"

Joseph looked around.

"Father? You mean Dad? "My dad is in China. Let me tell you, I also have a brother. They are very handsome."

Qing'er said proudly.

"Why aren't you two together?"

It turned out that Qing Er wasn't the only one who liked to ask questions.

"You don't know?" Maybe my mommy had a fight with my dad, maybe my dad had a fight with my mom, maybe... They must be fighting. "

Qing'er thought for a long time. Other than quarreling, she really couldn't think of another way.

Joseph regretted that talking to this brat was like talking to a chicken or duck. They had a generation gap.