Wen Yiqian didn't know how to explain to this little kid. After thinking about it, he said seriously: "Because I'm sick, if I get infected with a child like you, I will be arrested and jailed!"

He said viciously, "So, don't touch me, do you understand?"

Xiangxiang glanced at him with the look of looking at the fool, looked helpless, and said perfunctorily with a look of coaxing the child: "Okay OK, okay, I really can't do anything to you."

Wen Yiqian's eyes twitched slightly. After thinking about it, he still didn't plan to argue with this little kid.

The two of them came downstairs and just walked out of the community, Xiangxiang suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Wen Yiqian turned around and asked in confusion.

"Tired." Xiangxiang stretched out her hands and "hug."

"I'm tired too. I have the strength to hug you and leave by myself." Wen Yiqian shook his head firmly.

"I really can't walk anymore. If you hug me, I will tell you a secret." Xiangxiang said seriously.

"Not interested." Wen Yiqian sneered.

What secret can this kind of kid have? It's nothing more than a few candies hidden there.

Xiangxiang's mouth sagged and she was about to cry.

Wen Yiqian looked helpless and grabbed the little thing and walked quickly towards the bus stop.

"Have you ever hugged a girl?"

A sudden sentence from the little kid in his arms almost choked Wen Yiqian to death.

"What does it have to do with you?" he said angrily.

"It's very uncomfortable for you to hug me like this. Men who often hug girls won't do this." Xiangxiang twisted her body.

"I just can't hold a child!" Wen Yiqian tried hard to argue.

"I really can't do anything to you." Xiangxiang shook her head in an old age, wrapped her hands around the other person's neck, and leaned her head against Wen Yiqian's shoulder.

Seeing that the weird little kid finally became a little more at ease, Wen Yihuan breathed a sigh of relief and came to the bus stop and waited quietly.

"Dad used to hold me like this." Xiangxiang lay on Wen Yiqian's shoulder and said softly.

Wen Yiqian thought of the man who was dismantled from the beginning and put into the refrigerator, sighed slightly, without saying a word.

"Grandma lied to me that my dad had gone a long way, but I actually knew that my dad had died long ago." Xiangxiang said softly.

Wen Yiqian was slightly stunned: "Who told you?"

"Do you still want to hear that secret?" Xiangxiang asked back as if she hadn't heard the other party's question.

"What's the secret?" Wen Yiqian looked puzzled.

"Dad doesn't have to go to work on Fridays and Saturdays, and mom only has holidays on Saturdays and Sundays, so every Friday, dad comes to pick me up." Xiangxiang said in a plain voice, "Once, dad brought a sister to pick me up."

She paused, "That sister liked me very much and hugged me. I smelled the smell of her body, which was very fragrant.

Later... Dad often had this smell."

Wen Yiqian raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you ever told your mother about this?"

"I said it, mom doesn't believe it." Xiangxiang shook her head.

Yes, no one will believe that their husband dares to take his mistress to pick up his daughter, and most of them will only treat it as a joke for children.

Of course, it is also possible that Xu Xuanmei is unwilling to believe it and unwilling to expose it?

However, the more times you suppress and endure the heart, the more terrifying it will be when it breaks out.

"What then?" Wen Yiqian said curiously.

"Every Friday, my dad will have the fragrance of that sister." Xiangxiang said slowly, "So that Friday, I asked the kindergarten teacher Jingjing to call my mom."

She paused and gently drew circles on Wen Yiqian's back with her fingers, "I told my mother, I saw my father playing games with a beautiful sister at home."

"Why did you know they were at home?" Wen Yiqian looked slightly stunned.

"Because every Friday, I can smell the scent of that sister on the bed, on the sofa, and in the kitchen at home." Xiangxiang said, "My mother said that my nose is more flexible than a dog, and I can smell many scents that she can't smell."

She lowered her tone, "I'm a bad kid, right?"

Wen Yiqian's back felt a little cold, and he didn't know how to answer.

Xiangxiang's phone call may be just a fuse.

In order to pursue excitement, Xu Xuanmei could not have noticed that her husband and mistress were so rampant.

But for this family and children, she has been silently enduring.

Until the child's phone call completely detonated her.

She asked for leave without hesitation and caught the evildoer in bed.

The heart that had been suppressed for a long time exploded instantly, which led to this tragedy.

Two dead, one crazy!

Wen Yiqian took a deep breath and looked at the little girl in her arms, with a complicated expression.

A child of this age can reach this level of logic and action. It will not make people sigh at the genius, but will only make people feel scared.

"It's not your fault." He gently touched Xiangxiang's head, his tone as gentle as ever.

"Don't touch my head, you will not grow tall." Xiangxiang snorted softly, "I don't look like you, and I won't cry."

Wen Yiqian showed a little shyness on his face, but when he thought about it carefully, this little brat was indeed much stronger than him.

When my father died and my mother was crazy, she could only rely on her grandmother in poor health.

If it were Wen Yiqian, he would have collapsed long ago.

At this time, the bus that had been waiting for a long time finally arrived, and Wen Yiqian got on the bus with a small thing.

It was almost the morning rush hour, there were no spaces on the bus, and there were still a few people standing scattered.

Wen Yiqian could only find an empty seat to stand, holding the child with one hand and holding the handrail with the other.

At this time, an old man took the initiative to give up his seat.

The flattered Wen Yiqian quickly refused, thanked him with all his gratitude, and finally persuaded him, and then he was willing to sit back to his original position.

"Wen Yiqian, why is there only one old man giving up his seat to you?" Xiangxiang lay on her shoulder and asked softly.

"Because others are very tired." Wen Yiqian didn't care whether the other party called her name directly and said with a smile.

"But your head is full of sweat, and you are very tired, too." Xiangxiang said.

"I know I'm tired, so you won't come down and stand for a while." Wen Yiqian rolled his eyes.

"I'm tired, too." Xiangxiang hugged her tighter.

Wen Yiqian curled his lips helplessly.

The vehicle was shaking, and a crowd got on and off.

Xiangxiang, who was lying on her shoulders, squinting her eyes and almost asleep, suddenly sniffed, blinking, and a hint of confusion appeared on her face.

"Wen Yiqian, I smelled a bad smell." She leaned into Wen Yiqian's ear and whispered.

"What does it mean to have a bad taste?" Wen Yiqian sniffed, but didn't smell any strange smell.

"The smell of blood." Xiangxiang looked serious.

Wen Yiqian's heart skipped a beat and felt something was wrong.
Chapter completed!