The tyrant's father, Xiao Tianjiao, the most tyrannical treasurer in the whole dynasty

Chapter 15 Next, here comes the problem
The little girl was wearing a furry red winter dress with narrow sleeves and a waist. There was a lot of snow on it, and the knees seemed to be scratched and bleeding.

Seeing the eye-catching red on the knee, the little girl's pink and jade-carved face instantly collapsed, she sniffed again, and her chubby little hands tentatively touched the injured knee.

It hurts to touch it!
Mu Wan'er gasped in pain, her little mouth pouted.

"Sister..." Mu Wenxuan was so distressed that he hurried to Mu Wan'er, wanting to hug Mu Wan'er and help her deal with the wound.

But Di Jiang squatted down in front of the little girl one step ahead of him, frowned and hugged the little girl up.

Immediately, he strode towards Shen Xiangxie's room in stride.

After walking into the house, he put the little girl on the teacher's chair and sat down, while he searched through boxes and cabinets for a long time, and found some Jinchuang medicine.

He knelt down in front of Mu Wan'er on one knee, and helped Mu Wan'er roll up the white underwear on her calf.

The little girl's skin was delicate, and there were small stones of different sizes where she slipped and fell just now, and those small stones hurt her a lot.

At this moment, there were several small pits in the red, swollen and bleeding wound on her knee, which looked quite deep.

She must be in pain!

Di Jiang frowned even tighter.

After a long while, he looked up at the little girl and said, "It will hurt when you take the medicine, bear with it."

Mu Wan'er grabbed her skirt, nodded, and said, "...OK."

The little girl seemed to be very afraid of pain, she didn't look at the wound, she hurriedly closed her eyes, and then felt that it wasn't enough, so she covered her eyes with her fleshy little hands.

The small appearance is very delicate and cute.

Di Jiang glanced at the little girl's movements, and then began to help the little girl apply the medicine. His movements were as gentle as possible, and even more gently, so as not to make the little girl feel pain.

Mu Wan'er did not feel much pain.Perhaps she is an adult at heart, and her pain tolerance to pain is much stronger than that of ordinary children.

Di Jiang seems to be young, only eight years old, but he is very agile in his hands.Mu Wan'er's wound was bandaged by him in a short while.

When knotting the gauze, he also tied a cute bow for Mu Wan'er.

Mu Wan'er looked at the bow tie and was stunned.

Di Jiang took away the medicine and gauze in front of her while she was in a daze, and returned to the cold look just now.

He said: "Get up and take a walk, see if you can walk?"

Mu Wan'er got up and walked for a while, she was able to walk, but she jokingly asked, "What if I can't?"

Di Jiang said solemnly: "Let your seventh brother carry you back."

Mu Wan'er: "Oh, okay!"

"Jiujiu, you must be dying of pain, right?" Mu Wenxuan pulled his sister in front of him distressedly, held her face and said, "Speak out if you are in pain, brother will give you a whir, and then tell you Listen to the joke."

Mu Wan'er: "..."

Isn't her seventh brother slow?
The most painful time of her wound has passed, and it has been bandaged, so he remembered to ask her if it hurts?
Mu Wan'er blew on the Liuhai in front of her forehead.

"Jiujiu, why are you sighing? Is it because Seventh Brother's jokes are too slow? Don't worry, I'll tell you right away!"

"Ahem..." He cleared his throat and said, "Once upon a time there was a mountain called My True Mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain called My True Temple, and there was a monk in the temple, called My True Monk. Next, the question is Already!"

(End of this chapter)