Jiaojiao looked at the wound on An An's face and asked nervously. She remembered that she accidentally fell down once, and the wound was not as long as the forehead of "Beauty". When applying the medicine, it still hurt like death. Don't look at "Beauty" now.
"It must be very painful if you keep a cold face!"
"fine."
Gu An shook his head and ignored the wounds on his body. All he could think about was how to return to Gu Liangyan safely and whether Ma Jinsen had taken the initiative to plead guilty as agreed. Gu An couldn't help but have a sad look on his face.
It's just that he is too young, and this sad look on his innocent and delicate eyes is saying: I hurt so much, the wound hurts so much.
"It won't hurt anymore!"
Jiaojiao quickly stood up and came to Gu An's side. She bent down and blew gently on the wound on Gu An's face, hoping to relieve Gu An's pain.
"Thank you... thank you."
Feeling the little girl's warm breath, Gu An only felt that his face was itchy and the back of his neck was quietly red, and he stepped back unconsciously.
"do not move!"
Jiaojiao noticed Gu An's actions and continued to raise her hands to hold Gu An's head. She made a milky sound and stubbornly used her method to relieve Gu An's pain.
Gu An was stunned. He stared at Jiaojiao's face for a moment, thinking that besides mommy and godmother, there are other girls who are so beautiful. The long eyelashes were slightly raised, and they were fanned up and down, as light as feathers.
.Her eyes are as big as purple grapes, and her clear pupils are full of innocence and bright sunshine.
Gu An's beautiful eyebrows finally relaxed. Although he didn't like to be so close to anyone except Mommy, after all, his head was fixed now and he couldn't move at all. He closed his eyes helplessly and silently
Accept the "love" of the little girl.
In the living room, Murong Xincheng looked at Fu Shiqiu, who had been silent since the two little guys left, and smiled helplessly, "Okay, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't treat the kids like that."
"Xin, there is something wrong with that child."
Fu Shiqiu looked at the man in front of him who admitted his mistake obediently, and helplessly raised his forehead. He was just thinking about the problem.
"what is the problem?"
Although the little boy didn't know what to ask, he was probably frightened. However, it is normal for a child of four or five years old to be afraid. Although Murong Xincheng was doubtful, he believed in the person in front of him even more.
He changed his playful look before and asked with a serious face. After all, there was never a shortage of people around him who were ready to make a move.
"The child is not acting simply. It's not that he doesn't remember his parents' contact information, but he deliberately hid it from us. His IQ is extremely high, and it has exceeded that of children of the same age, or older children, or even adults."
Fu Shiqiu explained in a deep voice, paused, and continued: "If he is not too precocious, then he has some kind of mental illness."
In fact, although the little boy tried very hard to conceal himself and hide his sharp edge, he was only a five-year-old boy after all. It was really bad luck to meet Fu Shiqiu, the world's top psychiatrist.
"I was actually deceived by that little guy!"
Murong Xincheng asked himself a little funny, revealing a row of brilliant white teeth, looking a bit evil and sycophantic.
"Forget it, the child is injured. Besides, he is a cute person, so the child likes it very much. Let him sleep here tonight and send him to the police station tomorrow."