Chapter 1157 Why Are You Crying?

At that time, she was only one year old, her flesh was soft, she looked around with big watery eyes, and there was no woman in the family. Wen Qing'er was brought up by Mr. Wen. How can ordinary people understand this kind of emotion?

Mr. Wen really dotes on her, and really raises her as his own granddaughter!

If he hadn't talked to her yet, even if Mr. Wen was cruel, he would never bear to see her die with his own eyes. Although he issued a hunting order, he knew that she would not die, as long as Xiu Feng was by her side for a day, she would not die.

Now. . . She is definitely not Wen Qing'er, no. . .

Wen Qing'er stood by the coffee table, with tears in her eyes, but she stared at the old man with white hair who was getting older and older. She walked slowly and with difficulty, and the crutches could still tremble. It seems that there are two people with the incomparable majesty and the windy walk that I saw when I was a child.

Drops of tears fell uncontrollably.

She, Wen Qing'er, is really that kind of ruthless person, really that kind of ungrateful person? She also hurts, and she once regarded them as relatives, it was them who wanted to push her away, not her, Wen Qing'er.

But today he. . . Wen Qing'er would never hate her so thoroughly if she said a word of redemption instead of provoking her teacher to blame her.

She thought that Wen Ruyu would not let her go because he had feelings for Bai Ling, her grandfather was the closest to her, he would believe everything she said, and he would not be cruel to her.

Now she, Wen Qing'er, was wrong, and wiped her tears fiercely. Bai Ling is the old man's favorite, and she, Wen Qing'er, is now his enemy.

Gone, really nothing, not even Xiufeng. . .

That's right, Xiufeng was a loyal person to her, but Yaya called him by name, and she could only use him in exchange for strength.

Wen Qing'er finally curled up on the sofa. She thought that Xia Zhengjun would be the one she needed the most when she was the loneliest, most helpless and most fearful, but she found that what she wanted most was for her brother to be the same as before, when she was sad, He personally brought a bowl of porridge to enlighten her and make her laugh. It was Grandpa standing at the door leaning on a cane, shaking his head and lamenting that he was sad along with her, and he did not forget to order Butler Quan to prepare her favorite things.

For more than twenty years, the Wen family has been like her, a real family.

"Why are you crying?" A steady voice came, causing Wen Qing'er to raise her head immediately, and what she saw was a boy wearing a white shirt, a black vest and a bow tie on the neckline, who looked very gentlemanly but only 1.6 meters tall and thin , the boy has a fair and handsome face, very immature, the corners of his mouth are naturally slightly raised, and it looks more tender, and those eyes look like a gentle person.

But Wen Qing'er had a look of fear in her eyes, she quickly wiped the tears off her face, shook her head, and did not speak.

Seeing this, the little boy smiled slightly, with one hand leaning slightly behind his back, his body bent slightly, looking more like an aristocratic gentleman, he handed her a white handkerchief, and at the same time dabbed and stained her face. Tears, "If Yaya sees her, I'm afraid she will be angry!"

Feeling the wetness on his fingertips, the little boy took it back and looked at it like a work of art, and finally, carefully put it on her hand, "Don't forget, you are from Jincheng now, crying is synonymous with weakness .”

Wen Qing'er's body curled up even more, obviously it was fear that made her so.

Obviously this little boy is so gentle, and also has a sense of aristocratic aura.