Chapter 91： 091 Fu Jin

"The supply and marketing agency?"

The young man raised his head and looked at Han Wen in surprise, and asked cautiously, "How do you know?"

Han Wen took her bag from him, helped him up again, and replied calmly, "I saw it that time."

Hearing a wry smile, the young man said sarcastically, "Do you know that it was me who was going to do it that time?"

Han Wen didn't understand, and turned to look at him suspiciously.

Teenager: "That person came out of the supply and marketing cooperative and was targeted by me. Actually, I didn't want to save him, but to steal his money."

"Oh! I almost started it, but unfortunately Liu San snatched it first when I was hesitating. I broke him down because I couldn't get used to it. In fact, I'm just like him."

Han Wen supported his hand and shook, and then a critical strike hit him on the head, and said in a resentful voice, "What nonsense is this kid talking."

The young man was beaten by Han Wen's beating, so he quickly covered his head and asked with a displeased face, "Why are you beating me?"

Han Wen: "You don't learn well from hitting you."

The "you you" boy wanted to turn his face with Han Wen with a sullen face, but because the injury on his face was too severe, as soon as his mouth made a big movement, it started to hurt with a "hiss".

Han Wen couldn't help laughing when she saw his grinning face. Although her hands were shaking, she still helped him into the room.

The door of the house was closed by his sister. Han Wen shouted twice and the little girl inside didn't open the door. Finally, the teenager shouted: "Qingyue, open the door!"

The door inside was only opened, and the little girl looked at them with wide eyes. Seeing her brother's face full of wounds, her eyes quickly filled with tears, and she rushed towards her brother crying.

The teenager stopped her and took a step back, fondly patted her head, and coaxed: "Qingyue, don't be afraid, brother is fine."

Seeing that the boy was enduring the pain on his body, Han Wen reached out and pulled the little girl, comforting: "My brother has been injured a little, and my aunt has wrapped him up. Are you hugging him?"

The little girl nodded, but she refused to speak. Han Wen, who had seen it once or twice, also noticed something wrong.

Han Wen helped the boy onto the stool, put the bag on the table, looked around and asked, "Do you have any medicine for wounds?"

After asking Han Wen, I felt that what I said was superfluous. Their family was impoverished, and they could have medicines. They turned around and walked out, wanting to go to the bathroom to buy some.

Who knew that the young man suddenly said: "There is at the bottom of the cabinet."

Han Wen was a little surprised. She turned around to look for it, and she found it. This thing was hidden very tightly. It must have been a long time since the color of the bottle, but it felt exceptionally clean.

Seemingly seeing the doubts in Han Wen's eyes, the young man said indifferently, "I picked this thing up, how could there be such a thing in my house."

Han Wen doesn't care about the attitude of the teenager. If she experienced this at a young age, it might be worse than his.

Han Wen bandaged the boy's wound and asked casually, "What's your name?"

The boy asked cautiously, "Why?"

Han Wen replied while collecting things: "What can I do, I can't do it every time! Hey! I'll call you!"

The boy was silent for a moment and replied, "Fu Jin."

"what's your name?"

Han Wen opened the backpack she brought and took out everything inside. Hearing Fu Jin asking her, she calmly replied, "Just call me Auntie!"

Fu Jin was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect her to play cards so unreasonably. He sneered, and a trace of evil flashed in his eyes. He thought she was the one who was different, but he didn't expect to be the same as that group of people.

Han Wen was just teasing him, so he would think so much. If he thinks so much, he won't talk nonsense if he kills her.

Han Wen took out the porridge she brought and checked the bottle to see if it was leaking, and then she felt relieved.

"Fu Jin, do you have a bowl here?"

Fu Jin glanced at her and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Han Wen: "Pour porridge for you."

When Fu Jin saw what she brought, his stomach growled twice, glanced at his face and pointed to the cook just now, and said embarrassedly, "Top."

Han Wen found two broken bowls and asked in surprise, "Isn't this bowl still fine last time?"

Fu Jin said coldly, "I don't deserve to use a good bowl."

Han Wen raised her head and glanced at him, seeing the forbearance in the boy's eyes, Han Wen was even more certain that the boy's identity was unusual, otherwise he wouldn't be able to receive this kind of treatment.

Han Wen didn't ask any further. She poured a bowl of the porridge she brought to the brother and sister, and gave the boy two buns, saying, "I'll help you feed your sister, you eat first."

Fortunately, although the bowl was broken, there was still a spoon, and the little girl was obedient. She seemed to feel Han Wen's friendliness, and she didn't refuse. Han Wen fed her a bite and she would eat it. She seemed very obedient.

After feeding the little girl, Han Wen saw that the boy had eaten two buns, but the bowl of porridge did not move, "Leave it to my sister."

Han Wen didn't say anything when she saw it. She put the bowl of porridge back in the bottle she brought, and put it in the cabinet to hide it. "I'll hide it for you. Don't forget to feed your sister in the afternoon."

Fu Jin: "Thank you."

Then he said, "Are you going?"

He hasn't talked to anyone properly for a long time, and now Han Wen is his only salvation.

Han Wen originally wanted to say that she was going home for dinner, but it saw the nervousness in Fu Jin's eyes, thinking that even if the child of Twelfth and Thirteen was calm and just a child, she would stay for a while.

"No, I haven't found what I want yet."

Fu Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and pretended to be aloof and said: "Recently, they sent another batch of things. If I didn't come here to sort it out, you can find it yourself!"

Han Wen: "Okay."

Turning to look at Qingyue, who was sitting on the stool, head bit by bit, lightly walked over to pick her up, patted her shoulders to coax her to sleep, and put her on the bed after she fell asleep.

Looking at the whitish quilt washed on the bed, Han Wen was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the two brothers and sisters were wearing so dirty, but the bed was so clean.

Seeing that Han Wen was about to put Qingyue on the bed, Fu Jin hurriedly shouted, "Take off her clothes and let her sleep."

Han Wen raised her head and glanced at him, put Qingyue on her lap and took off her clothes. She saw that her clothes inside were also clean, but it turned out that only the outer one was dirty.

Han Wen put her on the bed, picked up her bag and walked out, "I'm going to see if there is anything I want?"

The purpose of this visit was to find something, and Han Wen didn't dare to delay. She picked up the stick that she had beaten just now, and began to pick it up in the garbage.

This time I don't know why I was dumped a lot of dirty things, and when I flipped it, a pungent smell hit my forehead.

Han Wen couldn't stand the pungent smell, so she trotted back and poked around in her bag for a while, finding two **** of paper to plug her nose.