"What are you doing?"
Qing Yan looked at the little boy who suddenly appeared with sharp eyes, and her voice was cold, with a hint of evil aura. \ The sharp voice made Wen Wan come back to her senses.
When she saw the child who was pushed to the ground by Qing Yan and had his head hanging down, Wen Wan subconsciously walked forward.
"Mrs.
Ninth, be careful" For Qing Yan, as long as he is a stranger within one meter of Wen Wan, whether he is an adult or a child, he may be a lurking danger.
She would never allow anyone who threatened Wen Wen's safety to get close to her.
"Don't worry, he's just a kid."
Wen Wan replied lightly, then squatted down and asked Song Nianchen who was lying on the ground: "Kid, are you okay?"
The stinging pain from the palm of his hand made Song Nianchen's little face wrinkle up.
He pursed his lips in grievance and looked down at the palm that was scratched by the stones.
His big eyes suddenly turned red.
He raised his head and looked at Wen Wan beside him with aggrieved face, and big tears flowed down his delicate cheeks.
Just listen to him tremble and sob: "My hand hurts."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and handed it to Wen Wan with an aggrieved face.
Seeing the little boy's red eyes, Wen Wan's heart suddenly hurt, and she subconsciously reached out her hand to wipe away his tears.
However, when she saw the little boy's brown eyes that were exactly the same as Mu Chenyuan's, her movements suddenly stopped, she looked at the little boy in front of her in shock, and shouted excitedly: "Amo."
After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hand and hugged the little baby in front of her tightly with excitement on her face.
Song Nianchen was slightly startled by the sudden embrace, and then he thought of Song Qingyou's instructions to him when he went out: Don't talk to strangers.
He couldn't help but began to struggle vigorously.
"Let me go, let me go, I want to find mommy, I want to find my mommy."
Qing Yan on the side saw Wen Wan who suddenly became a little out of control, and her eyes were startled.
She immediately squatted down, pulled Song Nianchen out of her arms, and said urgently: "Ninth Madam, Ninth Madam, wake up, wake up, he is not a little kid."
Master, he is not a young master."
The sudden change made Song Nianchen slightly stunned.
At this time, he had long forgotten the pain in his palms.
He just stared at the beautiful aunt who suddenly became dazed in front of him, with a touch of doubt and confusion in his eyes.
When he saw her trembling hands, Song Nianchen's eyes flashed and he slowly approached her.
Song Nianchen stretched out her little hand, took Wen Wan's trembling hand in hers, then lowered her head and began to purr into her hands.
When he saw Qing Yan's confused and sharp eyes, Song Nianchen controlled the fear of her in his heart and said in a sweet voice: "Auntie's hands are shaking, she must be cold, you have to breathe for her. " Every time he was shivering from the cold, Mommy would give him a hug and he wouldn't be cold anymore.
Hearing the little boy's words, Qing Yan couldn't help but frown.
Just as she was about to stop his actions, she was suddenly surprised to find that Wen Wan, whose eyes were blurred just now, suddenly became quiet.
The warmth from the palms of her hands made Wen Wan slowly come back to her senses.
She slowly lowered her head and looked intently at the little boy standing in front of her, who kept shouting at her hands.
There was a look in her eyes. soft.
Xu felt that Wen Wan's hand had warmed up a lot.
Song Nianchen couldn't help but raise his head.
When he saw her looking at him with a gentle face, he couldn't help but said excitedly: "Yeah, Mommy is right, it's cold."
It’s just a matter of time to breathe.
“I’ll spend all my time just for you
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