Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

If he knew that there was something wrong with her hand, that she was shaking so much that she couldn't even hold the chopsticks steadily, he would definitely be worried.

Outside the door, Xiao Mohan stood there for a long time.

"Dad." Xiao Yijue went for a run and came back to see him standing there.

Seeing Xiao Yijue, he squatted down and asked, "Do you know what your mother did in the Xiao family?"

"No." Xiao Yijue shook his head. When Xiao Mohan asked him, he spoke in detail. Although he spoke briefly, Xiao Mohan listened very seriously.

"Did she say where she was uncomfortable?" Xiao Mohan asked.

Xiao Yijue thought of the situation on the plane, and he was silent, hesitating to speak, not knowing whether he should say it or not.

"Tell the truth." Xiao Mohan said. Xiao Yijue was still hesitating. He said in a deep voice: "Do you know that if she is uncomfortable but doesn't want to say it, she may be worried about her life."

"Worry about her life means she may die." Xiao Mohan emphasized his tone.

Xiao Yijue was stunned. Although he was usually very mature, he panicked when he heard the word "death". He said to him, "My hand hurts." Xiao Mohan listened and seemed to understand.

She refused to say it, and she didn't want to say it.

Not only was she afraid that he would worry, but the situation might be very serious. When she jumped into the lake, she wanted to hide the injury on her hand.

"Dad, will Mom die?" Xiao Yijue was a little anxious.

Young children are as afraid of death as adults.

Hearing that they would "die", they instinctively held Xiao Mohan's arm tightly, fearing that if they said it, it would come true.

"No." Xiao Mohan said, he looked at Xiao Yijue and said seriously, "Dad will never let her get hurt, but this is a secret between you and me, and I can't tell it to a third person."

"Yeah." Xiao Yijue was a little excited when he heard the secret, and it was a secret between him and Xiao Mohan.

It seemed that it was a rare thing to have a secret with his father.

"Go." Xiao Mohan said, seeing Xiaobao peeping not far away, obviously waiting for Xiao Yijue.

Xiao Yijue listened, as if he was lost in thought.

He turned and ran towards Xiaobao, not knowing what he was saying. When Xiao Mohan turned and left, he heard footsteps and ran, and Xiao Yijue chased after him.

Some panted and followed behind him nervously.

"Dad." Xiao Yijue plucked up his courage, clenched his fists at Xiao Mohan, and said, "We have to work hard."

Hearing the words he rarely said, Xiao Mohan glanced at his son, and his heart was touched. In fact, he didn't want him to grow up happily, but as a member of the Xiao family, he had to learn to shoulder the burden and couldn't be negligent.

In the year when Xiao Chen got into trouble, he was also forced to grow up quickly. At that time, he knew that men in the Xiao family would not live beyond the age of 30, and Xiao Nan's life was hanging and could die at any time.

"Okay." Xiao Mohan said.

He reached out to Xiao Yijue, and Xiao Yijue looked at him nervously, and nervously handed his little hand to his father.

Xiaobao followed behind, holding up his pants with one hand, looking at him with envy, and couldn't help but chase after him, saying incoherently: "Xiaobao wants it, Xiaobao wants it."

"Ah." He ran too fast, and his hands couldn't hold up his pants, so they slipped off.

The cold wind blew, and his butt was blown cold.

Xiaobao quickly pulled up his pants, feeling embarrassed, and was too embarrassed to follow, so he could only walk away silently.

"Ah, aah, aah" The little fox saw him and called lazily twice.

Xiaobao stared at the plastic bag behind its butt, stretched out his hand to poke it, and asked curiously: "Why?"

The little fox thought of the situation when Xiaobao's pants fell off just now.