Chapter 727 Returning from the Death, Scattered Flowers (10)

Wen Xien didn't care much, just thought the child was getting angry. She pinched the child's face, left the child alone, and went out with Guo Zhenfei.

Miao Hua stayed there without obedience, and followed him quietly to look. His eyes were so dark that it was extremely dark, revealing the indifference that should not belong to this age.

The black-skinned man stood honestly outside the door, with a tall and burly body. He was holding cotton shoes wrapped in cloth in his arms, and his broad and thick hands curled up in the air inadvertently. There were obvious thick and thick calluses on his palms and knuckles.

The two of them didn't know what they said at the door, and a shy smile appeared on the man's face, and he looked honest and stupid.

And Wen Xien stood quietly in front of the man.

It is fragile and out of place, as if it can be crushed with one hand.

Anyone will feel a little dark...the impulse to possess and kiss.

After a moment of stalemate, Guo Zhenfei immediately retracted his gaze, and the Adam's apple rolled, and his words were not smooth: "You, go in quickly, it's very, very cold outside."

Wen Xien shook his head: "Brother Guo, I'll watch you go first."

Guo Zhenfei was stunned, his face became even hotter, and the expression on his face was tightly tense. The adult man, who was obviously 1.9 meters tall, was even more shiver in front of someone who was one head smaller than him.

He almost left with his hands and feet. The snow was still falling, but he was not cold at all and his heart was warm.

Wen Xien originally planned to go to the foot of the mountain today, but Guo Zhenfei sent the meat, Wen Xien planned to postpone it for a few days before going there. It would be even better if the snow could stop.

Wen Xien carried Miao Hua to the bed and covered him with a quilt. Wen Xien went out of the box and found a few less old clothes. These clothes had to be cut so that Miao Hua would wear them more and keep warm.

To be honest, Wen Xien's squeezing technique is really not good. It's okay, but it's a bit ugly. Every time she hurts herself clumsily, Miao Hua is frightened when she looks next to her.

Wen Xien sat next to the head of the bed, and the child was lying on the bed, watching Wen Xien cut his clothes clumsyly.

Her movements were clumsy and unfamiliar. Miao Hua knew that Wen Xien might have never touched these rough jobs. She only touched swords and books. Wen Xien might have never seen these jobs before.

Miao Hua couldn't sleep and silently accompanied Wen Xien to sew the clothes for the afternoon.

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After a few days, the snow really stopped and the sun came out. Wen Xien counted the money he had and decided to take Miao Hua to the street to buy some decent clothes for the children, and buy some eggs and some nutritious food to improve the food.

Miao Hua is already malnourished and is still growing. If you don’t eat some good food, you won’t grow taller. What should you do?

Thinking of this, Wen Xien walked up to the child and asked him: "Xiaohua, do you want to go play?"

Miao Hua raised his face and nodded, behaved and sensible.

Being too obedient made Wen Xien feel even more distressed.

Wen Xien rubbed his hair, pulled him out, and locked the door.

There was snow on the road, leaving deep footprints on it. Wen Xien was inconvenient to his legs and feet, and he was not fast or slow. Miao Hua consciously stood beside her, pulling the corner of her clothes, and being obedient and decisive.

The morning market has dispersed, and there are not so many people setting up stalls in the town now, but it is still quite lively.

Wen Xien bought two pounds of pork and another bag of white flour. She didn't buy much vegetarian dishes because she had grown a little herself and had some wild vegetables at home.

Wen Xien found that the child was really quiet and was not curious about anything on the street. He just held her hand firmly, as if he was afraid of getting lost.

Wen Xien looked funny. She squatted down and looked straight with the child. The child was as stern as a little adult, with dark and cold eyes, staring at Wen Xien quietly.

Wen Xien asked in a warm voice: "Are there anything you want to eat?"

The child was stunned, and he was not interested in these things at all: "No."

"Really not?" Wen Xien didn't believe it.

"No."

Wen Xien still didn't believe it. How could a child not be interested in food? She looked around and went to a stall to buy a candy man.

Putting the sugar man into the child's hand, Wen Xien pinched his face, "I know you want to eat it,"

Miao Hua looked at the candy man in his hand silently, a little confused, and licked it with curiosity. It tasted very sweet and delicious.

Wen Xien's eyes lit up after seeing the child licking it, and then he licked it in small mouthfuls like a puppy. The child pays great attention to his image and eats very gentlely.

He also said he didn't want to eat it.

Holding the child's other hand, Wen Xien took him to a clothes shop. He picked two of them casually and spent half the money. Wen Xien didn't feel sorry for him. He made three of them at once, but he would come to get them in a few days, and helped the child measure the size, and bought another candy. Wen Xien took the child home.

One big and one small, walking slowly, with an exceptional harmony.

When Wen Xien got home, he took a broom to clean the snow in the door and the narrow yard. She asked the child to play next to him. Unexpectedly, the child found a broom from somewhere, which was half a height.

He held the broom in his hands and swept the floor with difficulty. Xue didn't even sweep it up. But he seemed to be serious with Xue. His face turned red and his neck became thicker, and he didn't clean it.

Wen Xien looked around and couldn't help laughing quietly, and was discovered by the sharp-eyed child.

The child's face turned redder. He stared at Wen Xien, who was a little angry and shameless, and pursed his lips tightly: "Don't laugh."

Wen Xien held back and refused to laugh, and had failed to maintain it for a second.

The child's face became redder and redder, like a little tomato, but he still had a small face, maintaining his last dignity.

After laughing enough, Wen Xien said to the child holding the broom, "Xiaohua goes to play by herself, I'll do it alone here."

The stubborn child did not listen to the advice, and still silently hugged the big broom taller than him and swept it hard. Wen Xien looked at it and felt funny and distressed. Whose parents were willing to abandon such a well-behaved child?

After the two of them cleaned up, it was already afternoon. She reached out to touch Miao Hua's head, but the child avoided it.

Wen Xien was stunned, looked down at the child's expressionless face, smiled for a moment, and did not force it.

Miao Hua quietly looked at Wen Xien with his own eyes. Wen Xien seemed to be angry without being slighted by the child's face. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised unconsciously, as if he always looked close to and gentle.

Miao Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes as dark as ink.

Wen Xien felt the subconscious look down and looked down, only seeing the child's face without any turbulence, without any expression.

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(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!