His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

"No," Jiang Lingzhi shook his head, with a slight nasal voice: "Dad, I didn't break this vase..."

"There were a few children playing here just now. I was afraid of hurting them, so I wanted to sweep it..."

Jiang Puqing naturally believed in what she said. He pushed his glasses and turned to the two old people: "I misunderstood a misunderstanding. It wasn't because I knew I had fallen. It was because there were a few children just now. It's probably a naughty child."

"What does she say?" The old lady didn't believe it: "I saw her when I came up. There is no one here."

Mr. Jiang's anger gradually subsided: "It's nothing, it's all broken when I fell, what else can I do."

That is to say, I was angry just now.

Now that the vases are all broken, can they still be restored?

Jiang Ling knew that the eye area was a little red, and said stubbornly: "If you don't believe it, you can ask yourself, it wasn't me who fell."

Mr. Jiang stomped on the crutches, and his anger came up again: "I said forget it, what else are you going to do? You are right. I can't bring the children who are guests to ask one by one?"

—

In the room, Jiang Puqing comforted her softly: "Dad believes that it was not you who broke it. Wait a moment for Dad to ask to see who broke it. It's just a vase. It's not a big deal. Don't take it to heart."

It was not a big deal.

But what really hurts people is their attitude.

Jiang Lingzhi lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Jiang Puqing patted her shoulder and quickly opened the door and went out.

The door was closed and the room was quiet again.

Jiang Lingzhi sucked his nose, his eyes fell on the suitcase in the corner.

-

In the living room.

Several little boys stood there listlessly with their heads down.

"We accidentally bumped into the vase while playing there."

"My sister told us not to touch, and even took things to help us clean. The vase was not dropped by my sister."

"We didn't mean it, sorry Grandpa Jiang."

The children obviously realized that they were wrong and apologized very sincerely.

The child’s parent also sat there with a serious expression: “I’m so sorry, Mr. Jiang, the child just told me that the vase was broken, so I let him take the initiative to admit his mistake.”

"I heard that you still criticized Zhizhi for this matter? It really has nothing to do with Zhizhi."

Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang were still sitting on the sofa, their expressions turning blue and white.

How embarrassed it was at the moment how harsh the scolding was.

At this time, the babysitter Aunt Zhou came down in a hurry from upstairs: "Well, Miss Zhizhi is gone, and the suitcase in the room is gone."

When these words came out, Jiang Puqing stood up: "What?"

—

Jiang Ling knew a little fortunately, but fortunately only brought a small suitcase when he came.

Otherwise, it's really a bit embarrassing.

She carried her schoolbag, dragged a small suitcase, and walked along the road.

It's just a year.

Now that the new year is over, why do you still feel wronged to stay here?

Jiang Lingzhi sniffed.

She glanced back and forth, it was a little bit off here, taxis would not pass by, not to mention that it was the first day of the new year.

After walking for ten minutes, there was no passing car, and Jiang Ling knew that he stopped.

Her nose was sour, and finally she couldn't hold her emotions anymore, so she simply squatted down on the side of the road, tears falling down.

Soon, she raised her hand again to wipe away the tears.

She cried because she couldn't get a car.

That's right, that's it.

Jiang Lingzhi suffocated his tears, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and slowly made a call out.

The bell rang and was answered.

Jiang Ling knew he could control as much as possible, but his voice still choked, "Ashu..."

She sniffed: "I can't find you anymore."