Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

Wen Jian whispered "Mmm", and looked down at her mother's hands, which were fair and clean, but the cuffs were tightly tied.

The little guy suddenly realized that his mother seemed to like clothes with cuffs all the time.

Wen Jian was sensitive and careful, and didn't dare to really ask his mother about these things, he was always afraid that her mother would be unhappy.

He used to be coaxed to sleep by his mother, and he always fell asleep quickly, but this time, Wen Jian couldn't fall asleep at all.

Those words of my little uncle seem to be vivid in my memory, and I can't forget them no matter what.

After all, Wen Jian was too young, and she was too scared.

I was really afraid that everything would be as terrible as my little uncle said.

So, he waited until his mother fell asleep before he dared to hold her hand and secretly untied the green ribbon on his cuffs. After that, Wen Jian's dark eyes froze.

On Mother's wrist, there were shocking criss-cross scars...

It's the scars that have come down over the years...

Wen Jian touched his mother's hand with trembling little hands, tears fell down suddenly, and he bit his lips tightly again, trying not to cry out.

It turns out that mother...

It turned out that mother really couldn't forgive father.

...

The next day, a carriage stopped at Wen Zhigu's residence.

"Second young master, can you stop coming down? The doctor said that your wound will open like this, just go down and knock on the door..."

However, Ji Ershao turned a deaf ear, enduring the severe pain from the abdominal wound, and still slowly got out of the carriage. Just such a movement, the pain was so painful that he almost fainted.

But he had to come here again.

The military order is like a mountain, Wen Youyi assassinated him, the matter is big or small, he has to come personally.

Wen Zhigu took the initiative to go to the Hanlin Academy to find him twice, all because of her brother's affairs, which shows how important Wen Youyi is to her, and he doesn't want her to worry about Wen Youyi's affairs anymore.

But when the servant saw Ji Ershao was seriously injured and dragged his pain to find someone, his heart ached.

But Ji Ershao, how could he listen to others' persuasion?

When Wen Jian heard the knock on the door, she thought that her mother had left something behind and came back to look for it, but when she opened the door, it was her father.

Papa looked pale.

"Little Jane... Where's your mother?" Ji Xubai couldn't help but hold the door in pain, panting with difficulty.

Wen Jian's nose fluttered, she looked at him and said, "Mother has gone out."

"Then, daddy goes in and waits for her to come back..."

Wen Jian stretched out two small hands to stop him, stared at him vigilantly and said, "You are not allowed to go in."

Ji Xubai looked at him.

Wen Jian's gaze no longer worshiped and delighted him as before.

Instead, it became very indifferent.

"What's the matter...Little Jane..." Ji Xubai said, as if he had touched the wound, he coughed in pain, his face became more and more cold.

Wen Jian looked at him steadily, but did not close the door, turned around and went back to the room, and ran out after a while.

The little guy came out with the thick book he gave him in his hand.

The little guy opened his mouth, his voice was clear and cold, and he said every word very clearly, very forcefully, very decisively: "Please don't come to my mother again, Taifu Ji, if you come again next time, I won't open the door for you again .”

After Wen Jian finished speaking, in front of Ji Xubai, he tore the book that he spent a year and a half in Beige to pieces.

Then he turned back blankly and closed the door.

Ji Xubai stood outside the door, motionless.

Not knowing whether he was hurt by Wen Jian's words or stimulated by the sound of closing the door, Ji Xubai suddenly covered the torn wound, and slowly bent down due to the pain.

In mid-air, shreds of paper are flying.

It seemed to be tearing his heart apart bit by bit.

With one hand, Ji Xubai covered his abdomen that had already oozing blood, while the other hand was still on the ground trying to pick up the torn papers. He wanted to piece together these torn papers, but his hand was shaking, so he picked up a few pieces The shredded paper made my heart throb like it was being tortured by Ling Chi. I subconsciously clenched the shredded paper in my hand, but I still passed out after all...

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(It's just a little abuse, and there is a big abuse waiting for Mrs. Ji... Vote?