"She won't hurt me."

Feng Yulan said anxiously, "Mom can't be mistaken. She seems to care about nothing on the surface. In fact, there are so many people like her. She will really kill you! Listen to me. Stay away from her, the farther the better!"

Lujingxi takes back his sight. The veins on his innocent hands burst. He clutches the sheet with both hands. His eyes turn red and look at Feng Yulan. He roars out of control.

"I would have died without her."

Feng Yulan opened her eyes angrily, "what are you talking about?!"

With a 'poof' sound, the always gentle person suddenly became angry and took a bite of hot blood to his throat. Feng Yulan was shocked to see this. Her expression remained in surprise, and the whole person sat down on the ground.

What's going on? Why?

The doctor rushed in, and lujingxi fainted. The doctor quickly examined and treated him, and even used his ventilator.

Feng Yulan's legs were soft and her mind was blank. For a long time, she suddenly took out her mobile phone in a hurry and called Lu Jingxi's father with trembling hands. Her voice was filled with tears, "you, come on, Jing Xi... He seems to have something wrong. He vomited blood."

……

The slap on her face can't fade away. Tomorrow is the kindergarten culture festival. Tang Qingge can't go home now. She can't give her two children a father at home. These two things make her squat in the park to count ants. The ice bag she bought from the supermarket is pasted on her face. It's about to melt. Tang Qingge is just thirsty.

What about tomorrow's Cultural Festival?

After drinking, Tang Qingge began to worry. The redness and swelling on her cheeks were still obvious. The sun was setting overhead. Suddenly, the sun was blocked, and her eyes were dark.

She was stunned. She raised her hand to block the light. In the back light, she raised her eyes. The man stood in front of her, his face was beautiful and cold, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, his eyes were dark, and fell on her red and swollen face. His body was cold, and his thin lips were in a straight line.

“boss?”

Tang Qingge even breathed less.

"Yes."

"Why are you here?"

"Passing by."

Passing by

Yes, the company is the same as the garden.

He looked at her from the air, his eyes deep, "you, why don't you go home."

It's like an adult asking a lost child who can't find his home. Tang Qingge happens to be the lost child. It's OK not to ask about some things. One question is a word.

"Wow!"

Tang Qingge couldn't help it. He knelt down on the ground and hugged the man, his thighs, tears lingering around his eyes, and began to cry, "boss, can you be our father?"

Big boss, "..."

Congratulations to general manager Bo and mention two daughters.

Tang Qingge's ice bags melted, and she drank the water. What she bought was also frozen water in the freezer. Bo Qichen bought two ice bags for her from Yu Zun in a small shop nearby. When he came back, he saw Tang Qingge squatting on the ground and counting the wronged ants.

He came over and Tang Qingge whispered his thanks, but he didn't give her the ice bag. Instead, he bent one leg and half knelt in front of her, holding her face in one hand like a noble aristocrat.

His eyes stopped slightly on his slightly swollen face, his thumb rubbed his delicate cheek slightly, and a fierce sharp light flashed in his eyes. The sharp light flashed past, silently, like a stone sinking into the sea, and returned to calm.

She breathed and looked up at him.

"What happened to the face."