He's super cute

Chapter 12

"What?" Jiang Yan lifted him to the front, fiddled with Yu Xiaoque's wet eyelashes, and said with a smile, "You think I'm dirty?"

The strength in the hand is getting tighter.

Yu Xiaoque's small face was flushed with suffocation, and the bean-sized tears couldn't stop falling down, the tears choked her throat, her back was bent, her little hands scratched in the air in panic.

Like a dying bird in deep winter, fragile and pitiful.

After a while, Jiang Yan seemed to have seen enough of the little canary struggling to beg for mercy, so he yawned slowly, let go and threw him to the ground.

Yu Xiaoque's eyes were darkened, she clutched her neck, lying on the ground retching non-stop, tears streaming down her face, crying so hard that she was almost breathless.

He didn't forget to touch Yuan's belly lightly and comfortingly.

Before he could react, he was kicked on his shoulder by the superior, and he fell forward uncontrollably.

The man stepped on his side face and crushed it hard a few times. Tears bounced down his cheeks and landed on the floor. He lost his strength this time, and the little canary's head began to whimper like gold stars, and his temples hurt so badly. To explode.

For a moment, I thought it would be better to die.

He slowly closed his eyes, and suddenly remembered that it was probably New Year's Eve, everywhere was filled with red joy, and everywhere was decorated with lanterns and festoons.

The red lantern light hit his face, he was pawing beside the trash can, the cold wind blew his face as if it had been cut by a knife, it was hot.

He tightened the woven bag around his body, grabbed the milk tea bought for him by a kind-hearted person, and sucked away the last sip of the frozen milk tea.

"Will you go home with me?"

A magnetic and warm voice suddenly sounded in front of him, it was so pleasant.

He raised his gray face and looked at the man timidly.

The man is dressed in expensive clothes, and his suit and leather shoes are incompatible with the dirty, smelly and cold trash can.

He leaned down slightly, with deep and gentle eyes, smiling and reaching out to him.

"My house is very warm."

It was probably because his smile was too gentle, and the hand he stretched out was extremely warm. The brooch on the man's suit was gorgeous and delicate, twinkling against the light of the car.

He thought he saw the light.

Yu Xiaoque's naked skin rubbed against the cold floor, although the sun was shining brightly outside the window, but his whole body was extremely cold, as if he had fallen into a cellar made of ice, shivering shiveringly.

It was much colder than the winter of that year, the blood seemed to freeze up, and even the heart was throbbing with pain.

What if he died on that New Year?

Yu Xiaoque grabbed a piece of flesh on her arm, and even thought happily, if she died in that winter, wouldn't it be so cold?

His naked body couldn't help curling up, and even the sound of crying and begging for mercy became smaller and smaller, leaving only a few mournful gasps trembling in the air.

"Pretending to be dead?" Seeing that he was not moving, Jiang Yan lost some fun, and kicked Yu Xiaoque's head with the tip of his shoe, "Get up."

Who would have thought that Mr. Jiang, who has always had a reputation for gentleness, would have such a face to Yu Xiaoque.

Wrapped in the shell of the scenery and the moon is a heart that is completely black.

Yu Xiaoque shivered in fright, shrank her body, but didn't dare not to listen, suppressing the panic and inexplicable sadness in her heart, she slowly stood up.

"Kneel well."

"If you have a baby on the bottom, then use the top."

Seeing his slow movements, Jiang Yan pulled his hair impatiently and pulled him up.

Yu Xiaoque knelt crookedly in front of Jiang Yan, stretched out her trembling hands towards the man's belt, bit his lips until blood oozes, curled up his toes, two crystal drops of water budded out of the corners of his eyes, It landed on Jiang Yan's shoe.

He frantically wiped it off with his hands again, apologizing in a low voice.

The man gave a short laugh at the stupid way he hiccupped and begged for mercy.

Unexpectedly, Little Canary seemed to be stunned, looking at him stupidly with her small mouth slightly open, and her small shoulders were still twitching.

Yu Xiaoque seldom looked at him directly, he knew how afraid this silly thing was of him, so scared that even a look from him could scare people away.

Jiang Yan was pleased by his small appearance, and there was a warm smile in his eyes, "What's wrong?"

But Little Canary didn't answer, just messed around with her little hands, and lowered her head.

In the beginning, it was just a trivial weeping sound, sobbing and whimpering, which made people feel aching and irritable when they heard it.

Jiang Yan lowered the corners of his mouth, looking down at Yu Xiaoque's dumbfounded hair, his eyes were cloudy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"It's not stupid." The boy was wearing a blue and white school uniform, sitting on the railing and dangling his legs. The blue sky washed with water became a foil under his clear smile, "It's the receiving antenna."

"No matter where Brother Yan is, I can find you."

He looked up at the smiling young man, and moved his fingers slightly, wanting to pick the little rose, but frightened the delicate little rose.

The crying became louder and louder, and in the end it almost came out from his throat, like a child who still doesn't know how to suppress his emotions, with a small belly sticking out, crying loudly.

There are so many grievances and sorrows.

liar, liar.

It's not warm here at all, it's cold.

It may be that he was emotionally unstable during pregnancy, and he started crying while holding his belly, crying so hard that he was almost out of breath.

I don't know where so many tears come from.

Jiang Yan saw that his wet long eyelashes fluttered violently, and his small trembling mouth opened and closed, as if he was mumbling something, but the voice was too soft, and could not be heard clearly when covered by the louder crying.

He just watched the little Canary cry with its mouth open, crying without image, the little face was still covered with red marks from being stepped on by him, the knees were bruised and purple, and the little belly was slightly protruding. The beloved little pregnant woman could only kneel at his feet and howl.

For a moment, Jiang Yan couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, was he happy?

He bent down and gently wiped away a warm teardrop from Yu Xiaoque with his fingertips, feeling like it was going to burn his heart.

Sour and itchy.

Only no pleasure.

Jiang Yan sighed, grabbed Yu Xiaoque's armpit and carried him into his arms.

The delicate flesh pressed against him, and the little beauty unconsciously rubbed against him. It was supposed to be a lively scene, but he didn't have the slightest desire to go deeper.

As if it was blocked by something.

"Stop crying." He brushed away Yu Xiaoque's long hair that was stuck to her face with tears, and kissed her wet eyelids affectionately, "How can you cry all the time when you're pregnant?"

Listening to how funny his words are, it is clear that he made people into such a miserable state, and he pretended to blame him and asked him how could he cry all the time?

Standing up and down again, let him say all the good and bad things by himself.

Yu Xiaoque was so angry this time, and she didn't want to talk to him, she turned her head silently and twitched, he has been tossed a lot these days, and his body is extremely tired.

Little by little, his little head leaned against the man's chest, snoring softly.

Jiang Yan took the blanket on the side and covered the naked little thing.

His eyes stopped on Yu Xiaoque's white arm, his eyes froze, he rubbed the bruised and purple pinch marks for a long time, carefully rubbing them.