Looking up and seeing Jiang Xing and Jiang Xiaoman, Yu Wencheng smiled apologetically. He looked at the mess all over the floor, and said with a little embarrassment: “This kid has a bad temper. I just said something to him and he started smashing things. Now he is still locked in the room and he doesn’t listen to anyone.”
Yu Qingshi shut himself in the room and didn’t listen to anyone else, and Yu Wencheng didn’t know anything about it. I have already called the psychiatrist. It will take a while.
Yu Wencheng looked down at Jiang Xiaoman and asked her, “Can Xiaoman help Uncle?”
“Yes.” Jiang Xiaoman was still ignorant. She felt so depressed and uncomfortable here, and she was so breathless.
Yu Wencheng took her hand and came to the door of Yu Qingshi’s room.
I knocked a few times, “When Qing Dynasty, Xiaoman came.”
There was no movement inside.
Yu Qingshi did not intend to take care of them.
Yu Wencheng sighed heavily and said loudly: “You have the ability to lock up, you have the ability to open the door! Man man, what is the ability to always come here?”
Quietly.
Yu Wencheng let go of Jiang Xiaoman’s hand, knocked on the door a few times again, loudly: “Don’t think that I can’t help you hiding inside! I’ll have someone come and remove the door in a while!”
“I’m here!” The little milk voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Yu Wencheng’s growing anger.
Yu Wencheng was stunned, just about to say that the door was closed and he could not enter. When he lowered his head, he found that Jiang Xiaoman who was following him was gone!
People? Where did it go?
Yu Wencheng was frightened in a cold sweat and turned around a few times anxiously.
“Uncle Yu, I’m here!” Jiang Xiaoman’s voice sounded again.
The voice sounded a little muffled, it came from the room.
……Ok? ?
Really went in?
How did you get in?
How did this kid… do it?
“Xiao Man!” Yu Wencheng felt a little at a loss, calling her name, “Tell Uncle, how did you get in?”
Jiang Xiaoman turned around in the doorway, squatted down, a small head protruding from the small hole at the bottom of the door panel, and whispered: “I saw a hole here, I’ll get in.”
“…”
Yu Qingshi raised a fat orange called Miaomiao. Fat orange has a good relationship with him and likes to sleep with Yu Qingshi. Every night in the middle of the night, I always like to drill Yu Qingshi’s bed.
However, the child has no sense of security. He always has to lock the room when he sleeps, and no one is allowed in. Miao Miao squatted at the door of the bedroom at the beginning, clutching the door with her paws, desperately trying to open the door, meowing, rustling all night.
Later, Yu Wen became a trouble-saver, so he simply opened a hole under the door for Miaomiao.
Adults can’t get into this hole, but Jiang Xiaoman can. She can take off her thick coat.
Yu Wencheng was dumbfounded and smiled.
He also squatted down and whispered to her, “Xiaoman, can you coax him out for a while and let him open the door? He hasn’t eaten for a day. People will die if they don’t eat.”
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Little One Tears the Villain's Script
Humor**NOT MINE. FOR READING OFFLINE PURPOSES ONLY*** Jiang Xiaoman was bound to a system when she was three years old. The system told her that she was the lost daughter of a wealthy family assigned to play the cannon fodder in this script. The fake dau...
