Quick Wear: Boss, she won again by doing nothing

Chapter 833: Not convinced? Kill him (53)

Mingxi was as anxious as a little monkey. She hugged Xingrong's waist tightly, lay on top of her, raised her little head, and said seriously: "Mommy, I will go to school with you tomorrow and help you scold those people!"

Xing Rong smiled slightly, said nothing, and just gently pinched his round little face.

Xiaowei: If you ask me, Xiao Xingxing should just go to the campus network and expose the scandal anonymously, or ask the world master to tie her up, skin her, and sell her internal organs! Anyway, the original owner just wants revenge, so this will also have a sense of ritual.

Zhou Silin actually let everyone in the school bully the innocent Xiao Xingxing. Does she want to die?

Xing Rong: Now that you mention it, it reminds me of something.

Mingxi suddenly perked up, propped herself up excitedly, and burrowed into Xingxuan's neck like a little loach, waiting obediently for her next words.

At this moment, the door opened with a click, and a familiar figure, with the light from the corridor behind him, slowly walked towards Xingran's bed.

Tian Jie thought he would see Xing Rong sleeping soundly after entering, but when he opened the door, he saw her teasing the "little sun" that was twisting and turning in her arms.

Three-year-old Mingxi was like a puppy who had just learned to act like a spoiled child. She rubbed against the open collar of Xingxian's pajamas, and her chubby little hands tightly hugged her neck, and she spoke in a long and sticky voice: "Mommy, tell me~~"

"Awake?" Tian Jie turned on a dim orange warm light and subconsciously blocked it with his hand, fearing that the light would sting Xing Rong's eyes.

When Mingxi heard the voice, she turned her head quickly, pouting her little lips, and hugged Xingrong's neck even tighter with her little fleshy hands, as if she was afraid that Tianjie would snatch Xingrong away.

Tian Jie stared at the chubby little hands holding Xing Xi, and his fingers tightened unconsciously. He suddenly bent down, and grabbed Ming Xi's armpits like a chicken, and without saying a word, he took the twisting little body out.

"Your mommy is hungry. She has to get up and eat." His voice was muffled, as if blocked by something. Then he picked up the kicking barefoot boy and carried him out.

"Go play somewhere else first." Mingxi's legs were kicking in the air, drawing an arc as if in protest. He pouted and was about to howl at the top of his lungs, but Tianjie was quicker and quickly pushed him to the bodyguard who had been waiting outside the door: "Take him out to play."

Then with a "click", the door closed, and the howling outside was blocked out.

Xing Rong burst into laughter and leaned against the head of the bed with her hands. Her long ink-black hair was casually spread out, and a strand of hair playfully found its way into her loose neckline.

"Xiaotian, you are not jealous of a 3-year-old child!"

Tian Jie pursed his thin lips tightly, without saying a word, but picked her up skillfully, helped her straighten her loose collar, and then gently put her on the wheelchair.

"He's too noisy." He squatted in front of the wheelchair, carefully lifted her small ankles, and put on her soft slippers. When he stood up, he saw her staring at him, with a smile on her lips. A sense of guilt suddenly surged in his heart, and he subconsciously avoided her gaze and stood behind her.

At the dining table in the living room, the tip of the silver fork slid across the snow-white texture of the tender fried cod. Tian Jie pushed Xing Rong's cell phone in front of her and said, "Zhou Silin and Zhong Fanle both looked for you today." His voice was flat, as if he was talking about today's weather.

Xing Rong tapped the screen lightly with his fingertips, looking at the several missed voice calls on it, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

She picked up a corner of the napkin and slowly wiped the corner of her mouth with it. The traces of cream mushroom sauce spread out into a small yellow spot on the linen cloth.

"My sister must be worried about me."