14初女破初的视频

Your Little Friend Is Troubled (3)

400,000 yuan could not buy a decent house. He could only buy this place, this fucking school district house.

Aiyo, Jiang Xing wants to sigh again.

After their conversation, Jiang Xing was going to hang up. At this time, Yu Wencheng suddenly seemed to think of something and asked him again. “Um… your whole family moved here? Is Xiaoman here?”

“She’s here.”

“Can you take her to my house?” Yu Wencheng breathed a sigh of relief, “My son is relapsing again; I’m helpless against it. ”

Yu Wencheng’s tone was very helpless. The grown-ups had run out of ideas, and he’s grasping at straws. He’s putting his hope on Jiang Xiaoman, hoping that she could coax his son. After all, she was his only friend, and the two also communicated often.

Yu Qingshi hadn’t eaten anything for a whole day and wouldn’t listen to it no matter how he tried to coax him.

Yu Wencheng rarely talked about his son’s illness outside, but Jiang Xing knew a little about it after dealing with him for so long.

“Okay, we’ll be there soon.” Jiang Xing was a loyal person, and he agreed without hesitation.

He picked up Jiang Xiaoman, went back to the house, changed his clothes, wrapped Xiaoman in warm clothes, and took her out.

Jiang Xiaoman was confused and asked, “Uncle, where are we going?”

“We’re going to see your little friend, remember Yu Qingshi? He is sulking now and needs someone to coax him.”

“He is so childish.”

“…Well, you can’t say that later. With others, you have to be a little gentler, a little more patient, and a little warmer, understand?”

Gentle? What is gentle?

Jiang Xiaoman touched her head and thought about it. She asked based on her life experience. “Is gentle, like Grandma?”

Usually, when Grandma held her, she felt that she was very gentle and warm.

“…” That’s way too gentle. It was so gentle that Jiang Xing was immediately reminded of the feather duster.

Jiang Xing was silent for a while and squeezed her face. “Don’t be like your Grandma. Be careful; people might break off their relationship with you.”

“How do you be gentle then?”

Jiang Xing frowned; he didn’t know either. “That’s up to you, as long as you managed to coax people.”

Jiang Xiaoman nodded like she understood but not really, and followed Jiang Xing to Yu Qingshi’s house.

Jiang Xing had gone to Yu Wencheng’s house before, and he was familiar with the building and the road. Soon, he arrived at the gate of the neighborhood.

It was an uptown neighborhood, with villas lined up in rows. All of them were single-family houses, and the place was very spacious.

Now, this was a right, spacious city house. But unfortunately, Jiang Xing couldn’t afford one yet.

He decided to live in the damned school district house for now. When he makes more money later, he would move to a more prominent place and live in a villa.

Jiang Xiaoman was stunned.

It was so beautiful and spacious.

It was filled with greeneries all the way there, even during winter. They were plants that she had never seen before.

There were also winter jasmines that bloomed on the flower bed; they were wonderful.

Jiang Xiaoman immediately felt better when she saw them. She asked, “Why is Yu Qingshi sulking when he’s living in such a beautiful place?”

“Who knows? Your Grandma loves you so much, but sometimes she still spanked you.” Jiang Xing smiled and said, “Who in this world is free from troubles? Can’t your little friend be troubled sometimes?”

So, it turned out that Grandma was troubled sometimes, so that’s why she spanked her. Jiang Xiaoman understood again.

She clenched her fist and said, “Okay, if he’s still troubled, then I’ll let him beat me up.”

“…” Jiang Xing touched her head and said, “If he tried to beat you, just run.”

“I’m not going to run.” Jiang Xiaoman said, “He cannot defeat me. I’m just allowing him to beat me.”

“Oh.” Jiang Xing responded indifferently and then knocked on the door to Yu’s family’s house.

It was already a mess inside when they arrived.

As soon as they entered the living room, they could see all the mess on the floor. Broken plates and food were littering the ground.

Yu Wencheng was squatting on the ground, picking up the debris. He was silent, and his expression gloomy; it wasn’t clear what he was thinking.

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