Chapter 50

"Uncle, who are you?" The little man in the pink dress, biting his fingers, opened his eyes like a pair of black grapes and looked at the strange uncle in front of him.

Uncle Haozhi went out and asked her to wait for him at home.

Although very reluctant, but since Xiaowen is the mother and uncle Hao's most obedient baby, she naturally has to be obedient.

She used to play in the garden with a small ball. Who knew there would be a strange uncle standing there looking at her all the time?

Mother said, because Xiaowen is the most lovely, so there will be other adults want to take Xiaowen away and hide it.

But the baby should be by her mother's side, so when she sees a stranger, she must not be close to her, otherwise, she will not see her mother and uncle Haozhi.

However, this uncle looks so good-looking, just a little worse than uncle Hao.

Well, in fact, he is more beautiful than uncle Haozhi.

"Uncle, do you want to hide Xiaowen? No way. The baby needs to be with his mother. " Little fat hands patting chest, a villain than who also serious appearance.

Qiao yunmo lowered his head, behind the flowers, so lovely little man stood there, looking at him.

The eyebrows and eyes, the small nose, are all copied and pasted from Ling Yan's face.

Because of this small discovery, the chest was filled with ecstasy.

Even if this is the child she gave birth to for other men, but at the moment of seeing such a similar appearance with her, all the resentment disappeared.

He ran away when she threw her cold words on his face.

I wanted to give up like this, let her go, and let myself go, but in the end, I couldn't resist my unwillingness.

He didn't tell anyone that he came to country y alone, to the land where she lived for three years.

"Uncle?" After a long period of silence, Xiaowen, who was already acute, soon became impatient.

She felt that this uncle was really strange. Her mother said that others told her to answer politely. She called "Uncle" several times, but this strange uncle never spoke.

Can't uncle talk?

She held it in her small hand and put it in front of her body. Two delicate eyebrows were twisted together.

If uncle can't speak, it's really pitiful.

She stamped her little foot on the spot and finally made up her mind to squeeze her little fist.

"Here you are, uncle!"

Across the low fence, small people, holding the same small ball, two lotus like arms struggling to stretch forward, young feet struggling to stand on tiptoe: "the ball to uncle, uncle don't sad, Xiaowen let the ball accompany uncle."

Every time she receives a gift, she is happy.

Mother said, good baby should be able to share.

Uncle so poor, she gave him her favorite ball, then he will not be sad.

Qiao yunmo's innocent face, pure and good heart, which is not polluted by the darkness of reality, has been shocked unprecedented.

He was ashamed of all the bad thoughts he had ever had about the little girl.

"Uncle?" Xiaowen's hand is very sour.

Why didn't uncle catch the ball?

Long arm over the fence and flowers, knuckle clear hand light hook, small ball easy to master.

"Thank you for the present, Wenwen."

Big hand holding a small ball, little man looking up at the man.