The young lady's wife is a little crazy

Chapter 118 It's too late to love you
Feng Jiujiu knocked lightly on the door with a very gentle tone.

"Xiao Miaomiao, I'm Xiao Jiujiu, can you open the door?"

Gong Xiaomiao heard Feng Jiujiu and her father's conversation as early as when they came to the door.

If he hadn't considered the agreement with his father, he would have broken through the door and hugged his little Jiujiu.

Feng Jiujiu waited outside, and there was no sound in the house.

She tapped again, "Xiao Miaomiao, can you just reply when you hear my voice? I'm so worried about you."

Little Miaomiao really wants to say, I am also very worried about Xiao Jiujiu.

After knocking for 5 minutes, Feng Jiujiu couldn't bear it.

With a loud bang.

The fine golden nanmu door was bombarded by the talisman paper.

Gong Yuanbei: "..."

Jiuer, you are too violent!
Gong Yuanbei was quite speechless, this girl's temper is really not ordinary hot.

In the cold and dark room, there was no light to be seen, and the windows were sealed tightly.

After adapting to the darkness in the room, Feng Jiujiu immediately saw the pitiful Gong Xiaomiao curled up under the curtains.

The little guy was too small, shrunk into a ball, like a kitten that was discarded.

Hands hugging knees, head buried in it, lonely and lonely.

With just one glance, Feng Jiujiu's heart was broken.

"Little Miaomiao." She hugged him and hugged the little man in her arms, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Xiao Miaomiao originally wanted to honor her father and help chase Xiao Jiujiu.

But when she hugged herself and felt the familiarity and warmth, tears rolled down her eyes.

"Xiao Jiujiu, woo woo woo..."

Gong Yuanbei: "..."

Son, well done, this crying scene is better than your grandpa!

Gong Shijin sneezed, wondering if he caught a cold from the rain?

When Gong Xiaomiao cried, Feng Jiujiu also cried.

"Little Miaomiao, don't cry, it's all Xiao Jiujiu's fault, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have gone through this."

"It's Xiao Miaomiao's fault, woo woo woo, Xiao Miaomiao hurt Xiao Jiujiu, does your wound still hurt?"

"It won't hurt when you wake up."

Gong Xiaomiao got up from Feng Jiujiu's arms, whistling, with bright teardrops still hanging on her little face.

"Does it hurt?"

Feng Jiujiu wiped away his tears, "It doesn't hurt."

Such a well-behaved child makes people feel distressed to death.

Gong Xiaomiao curled her mouth and continued to cry, "Xiao Jiujiu lied to others, it was obviously in pain, I saw you shed a lot of blood."

Thinking of last night's scene, Xiao Miaomiao was afraid for a while.

He was afraid that Xiao Jiujiu would be hurt, and even more afraid of her death.

The little man cried and gasped, out of breath.

Gong Yuanbei cast his admiration to his son from the sidelines.

The performance is very hard, add a chicken leg later!
"Little meow, be good, it really doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

Feng Jiujiu is inexperienced in coaxing children, so he can only keep patting his little head.

Gong Xiaomiao asked Feng Jiujiu, "Xiao Jiujiu, Xiao Miaomiao killed someone and has blood on her hands, will you hate me?"

After speaking, he kept staring at Feng Jiujiu nervously and worriedly.

His father said last night that Xiao Jiujiu would not hate him, but he still wanted to ask her again to get her answer.

Feng Jiujiu looked at Gong Xiaomiao with an extraordinarily serious and serious expression.

Because of nervousness, the little man's little face was tense together, and his fleshy little hands clenched into little fists.

Tears welled up in those big jewel-like eyes.

It may be that Feng Jiujiu was silent for a long time, so long that Xiao Miaomiao's initial expectation turned into full of disappointment, and those shining eyes dimmed.

He felt that Xiao Jiujiu hated him.

Suddenly being surrounded by a force, Feng Jiujiu put his arms around him, stroked his little head, and said softly, "I can't even love little Miaomiao enough, how could I hate you?"

(End of this chapter)