As he looked, Wen Yuqing's nose felt sore and his eyes almost turned red.

He didn't want to see it, so he sniffed, smiled hard and kindly at the little sweetheart, and waved to her: "Come on, come to grandpa."

Although the little sweetheart is only five years old, he has a delicate heart.

She can easily feel whoever is malicious to her and who is close to her.

For example, although Grandpa Zhang, who kidnapped her, looks fierce, but is actually not bad. For example, although this grandpa is in a state of disgust, his eyes are full of love.

She blinked her eyes and looked up at Xia Wanxin.

Xia Wanxin patted the back of her head: "Go."

The little sweetheart then let go of her hand, went to Wen Yuqing, tiptoed and moved her butt to sit on the chair, and shouted softly: "Hello Grandpa."

"Hey, sweetheart, you're good too." Wen Yuqing had no wife or children all his life. Seeing such a little guy, he didn't know where to put his hands, for fear that he would choke up when he bumped into it.

Xia Wanxin sat down opposite them, feeling helpless: "Why are you still sentimental?"

"What do you know?" Facing her, Wen Yuqing's face suddenly turned aside: "You have no conscience, you have been away for five years. If Xu Changfeng has some news about you in these five years, I don't even know that you have died abroad. Now the little girl is five years old and I have only met her first time. Can't I feel sad? "

Xia Wan was mentally depressed and stopped talking.

The little sweetheart was beside him, and his hands held his big palm: "Grandpa, hurry up and bah, this kind of thing is hard to say."

Wen Yuqing suddenly smiled, with a kind and kind expression, and her doting was about to overflow: "Okay, okay, don't say, die, die, your mother has been harmed for thousands of years, and it's not so easy to get into trouble."

Look, this is in the meaning.

The little sweetheart covered her lips, giggled twice, and curled her eyebrows and eyes.

Wen Yuqing is getting more and more cute as she looks at her. I don’t know how Xia Wanxin has pulled her up alone over the years and has been so well educated.

He held the sweetheart in one hand and clothed her with some dishes, picked up vegetables, and wanted to feed her.

Xia Wanxin said, "She knows what she can eat, but she has been fed her but she is not used to it."

The little sweetheart also nodded obediently: "Grandpa, I can do it myself."

The way she uses chopsticks is very standard, and the food delivered to her lips is not leaked.

Wen Yuqing gave up reluctantly, wiped her mouth from time to time, and asked Xia Wanxin: "Old Zhang is still inside?"

He asked Uncle Zhang.

"Yeah." Xia Wanxin nodded. She asked someone to say hello, so she shouldn't suffer too much.

Wen Yuqing sighed: "He is confused!"

If he knew that he had kidnapped Wanxing's child and almost hurt him, he would probably regret it.

Wen Yuqing and Xia Hongzhen have a good relationship, so they are naturally familiar with Uncle Zhang.

They are of the same age and have different identities, but they do not prevent them from becoming friends.

Whenever something happens, Uncle Zhang will act as a driver to send them off. Xia Hongzhen takes good care of his family and he is also very good to Xia Wanxing.

They see all these, and their feelings are mutual.

Who would have thought that by chance, five years later, Lao Zhang kidnapped Wanxing's child, while Xia Hongzhen was still in the hospital and has not woken up yet.

Xia Wanxin saw his face depressed and comforted him: "There are some misunderstandings in the middle. I will explain it to Uncle Zhang when I find time."

In fact, Uncle Zhang was used, but she was afraid that Wen Yuqing would worry, so she didn't say anything extra.
Chapter completed!