As soon as Jiangmen Jiaojiao opened her eyes, she was paranoid that the prince had come to steal her

The days passed like this.

Xuan Ming has actually been injured many times over the years.

The injury was as serious as this time, and it was not unprecedented for him to lose half his life.

But only this time I felt very comfortable while recovering from my injuries.

The corners of the house are now filled with green plants with fresh branches and leaves. Xuan Ming can't name them, but he always thinks that those plants look cute and lively.

Xie Jiajia will come here every three to five days, sometimes by herself, sometimes with Yue Ya.

Seeing how much Xuan Ming was playing with Huarong Dao, Xie Jiajia was afraid that he would be bored again and not recover properly, so she thought about finding some other pastime for him.

In the past, she had asked a craftsman to make a nine-turn Rubik's Cube that combined ancient and modern times, but that thing was lost to Lu Hanqiu.

She didn't want to have any contact with Lu Hanqiu, so naturally she didn't bother to ask for it.

According to the current speed of craftsmen, it would take a long time to make this thing. If it were made again, Xuan Ming's injuries would probably be healed.

If she wanted to do other new things, Xie Jiajia couldn't think of anything else, so she did her old job and wrote many of the stories she knew in modern times.

Naturally, they all choose the types that Xuan Ming might like to watch.

When she came back this time, Xie Jiajia brought Yue Ya with her.

Yue Ya is almost three years old. She walks very steadily on her short legs and speaks very clearly. However, when she sees Xuan Ming, she still shouts "Mimi" and "Mimi".

Xie Jiajia never corrected him, and Xuan Ming never cared about it.

When Xie Jiajia asked people to place the books on the small table in front of Xuanming's bed, Yueyue had already stepped on the footrest and hung a short leg on the edge of the bed. She wanted to turn over the bed, but the bed was a bit high.

"Mimi, pull me."

Little Yueya struggled to climb up for a long time, then she pulled on Xuan Ming's sleeve and said with a milky voice, "Pull me."

Xuan Ming took his eyes away from Xie Jiajia, lifted the little girl's clothes by the back collar, and carried Yue Ya to the bed.

Yue Ya immediately crawled to Xuan Ming, giggled and said, "Isn't my mother very beautiful?"

Xuan Ming smiled and said nothing.

Yue Ya added: "You have been looking at her."

Xuan Ming: "..."

Fortunately, Xie Jiajia was busy and the child's voice was not loud enough for her to hear.

Fortunately... Xiao Yueya is a child after all, so she won't stare at this sentence all the time. After finishing the sentence, she touched Xuanming's chin with her little hand and said with a smile: "No pricking today."

Xuan Ming rubbed her head: "Shaved."

The first time he held the baby, Yue Ya put her hand on his face to greet him.

Later he became a repeat offender.

As long as I hold her, she will pat her with her little hands.

Xie Jiajia warned Yue Ya many times not to take pictures randomly, but Xuan Ming didn't think it was anything and just spoiled her.

Now that Yue Ya is at home, she doesn't dare to put her hands on people's faces when being hugged by other uncles. It's still the same when she comes to Xuan Ming's place.

When Xie Jiajia brought Yue Ya here a few times ago, Xuan Ming was in unbearable pain due to serious injuries. He looked a little unkempt, and there was a layer of green stubble on his jaw.

Little Crescent Moon slapped her hand and was pricked, and her little brain also remembered this incident.

"Why does Mimi have a beard and I don't?" Yue Ya touched Xuan Ming's chin and then her own, and said doubtfully: "My mother doesn't have one either."

"You are a little baby and cannot grow a beard. Your mother is a woman and cannot grow a beard. Only men grow beards."

"The fifth uncle said he is a grown man, but he doesn't have a beard, and my uncle doesn't have a beard either." Yue Ya thought carefully about the people she knew: "The sixth uncle doesn't have a beard either, and the housekeeper has a beard..."

"Aren't the fifth uncle, sixth uncle, and uncle men?" Yue Ya frowned and said, "The fifth uncle is lying."

"..." Xuan Ming was speechless for a moment and took a piece of cake to Yue Ya.

"Thank you Mimi!"

She took the pastries and lay down next to Xuan Ming to eat.

Xuan Ming looked at her pink and tender appearance, which was really soft and cute, so he couldn't help but put his hand on Yue Ya's head, straightening out the braids that were swaying around.

This little girl's hair is also combed differently from other little girls, making her look cuter and rarer. "I am full……"

Yue Ya suddenly made a sound. There was still more than half of the pastry in her hand. She moved her butt forward and brought the pastry to Xuan Ming's mouth, "Mimi, help me eat it."

"Crescent Moon!" Xie Jiajia came quickly, took the pastry away, poked Little Crescent Moon's forehead with her finger and said, "How can you give your uncle the leftovers you ate?"

"But my mother said not to waste things. When I'm at home, I can give it to my mother if I can't finish it and ask her to help me eat it. Then why can't I give it to Mimi and ask him to help me?"

The child's big eyes were full of questions.

Xie Jiajia is now used to her child's "[-] whys". She simply ignores the question and puts the remaining pastries of Little Yueya elsewhere. "It can't be done, it can't be done."

"Oh fine."

Fortunately, Yue Ya was not a stubborn child. She happily stopped asking and moved to Xuan Ming's side, "Mimi, please teach me how to play this. My mother didn't even teach me."

She moved Huarong Dao over and lay on Xuan Ming's arm.

Xie Jiajia had a headache and said: "Uncle has to recuperate and has no time to teach you... What did you say when you came here? You can't disturb uncle's recuperation. You..."

"It's okay, I don't have anything to do." Xuan Ming said to Xie Jiajia, "You rest for a while, I'll take her to play."

Xie Jiajia saw how interested Yue Ya was and what Xuan Ming said, so she said, "That's okay, I hope your head won't explode."

In fact, it's not that she doesn't teach, it's that this stinky kid can't teach at all.

So Xie Jiajia gave up directly.

Now this stinky kid is still confusing right and wrong.

To be honest, it is really difficult to take care of such a big child. There are a lot of things to do every day.

Although there were so many people taking care of her, Xie Jiajia still felt so tired, both physically and mentally.

Now that Xuan Ming was happy to play with him, she was also happy to have some free time. She took a small flower scissor and went to the window to trim the flower branches.

Xuan Ming taught Yue Ya how to set up the formation.

Halfway through the arrangement, Yue Ya took out the wooden blocks and bumped them against each other.

The snapping sound is so loud.

Xie Jiajia thought that whatever you can teach, you are great.

These are saboteurs!
But she didn't hear Xuan Ming's unbearable voice. Instead, she heard the laughter of two people, one large and one small.

Xie Jiajia couldn't help but look back.

All I saw was that Xuan Ming was holding a wooden block in his hand, and he was clinking it with Yue Ya.

Xie Jiajia was silent for a moment, shook her head, looked back, and continued pruning the flowers and trees.

Children's patience is always not very good.

Little Crescent Moon felt bored after touching each other for a while, so she moved her little body to get out of bed and play in the yard.

Xuan Ming held her small shoulders and put her down.

"Finally gone."

Xie Jiajia muttered, "It's going to bother me to death."

She put down the flower scissors and walked to the bedside to sit on the stool and arrange the Huarong Road wood blocks that were messed up by the crescent moon.

Looking at the pastry crumbs on the mattress, Xie Jiajia frowned and couldn't help scolding: "This stinky girl! Why did you give her the pastry as a toy? Look what happened to it, eh..."

"I see she wants to play. As a child, she won't move anything. She just puts it away when she makes a mess."

Xie Jiajia raised her eyes and glanced at Xuan Ming, "You said it so easily, then accept it!"

That look was both charming and annoying to Xuan Ming.

Xuan Ming laughed, "You sit down and I'll take it."

"Forget it, how can I use you to control the wounded!" Xie Jiajia muttered, but her hands were very quick. She was already used to the battlefields created by the little girl every now and then.

Xuan Ming stretched himself up to help her. Inadvertently, his fingers touched lightly. Xuan Ming's fingertips curled slightly and stopped.

Xie Jiajia saw that his expression was unnatural and his hands were motionless. He quickly put down the things and asked worriedly: "Did it hurt your hand?" (End of Chapter)