Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

"What's the matter, mother?" Wen Jian seldom wants to hug him now, so when his mother took the initiative to hug him, the little guy couldn't help but hug his mother's neck.

Wen Zhigu made a serious conclusion: "People in the Ji Mansion are all shameless."

The corners of Wen Jian's mouth turned up slightly, and she always felt that Niangqin's words sounded like irony, which was very defensive.

The wind at night was icy cold, it was terribly cold, so Wen Zhigu hugged the child a little tighter.

"Mother, my grandfather gave me a copy of the historical records left by the ancestors of the Ji family, and taught me to read it carefully in the future."

Wen Zhigu said "Yes", "Grandfather told you to keep it, so you can keep it."

"And..." Wen Jian suddenly hesitated to speak.

Wen Zhigu asked subconsciously: "Is your father making a fuss again?"

Wen Jian shook her head, the boss sighed deeply and said, "I don't think Daddy is happy at all, he looks so weak..."

Wen Zhigu didn't know what's wrong, she obviously felt that Ji Xubai deserved it when she heard such words in the past, sometimes her mind was calm, and she didn't even have the slightest reaction to it, but at this moment she heard Xiaojian's words After saying these words, his heart trembled fiercely.

Very distressed.

She remembered that every time she left him for a while, he would think wildly, lose his temper with the people below, or give up on himself... Now that she is really gone, as he wished, how can he survive when she is gone... …

Wen Zhigu thought that he had explained everything he had to explain, so he could always feel relieved.

But after she heard Xiao Jane say this, she suddenly felt very sad.

However, Wen Zhigu has no way to meet him, let alone face Ji Xubai.

This time it wasn't a simple quarrel between them...

Ji Xubai kissed her, but she didn't push him away immediately...

Wen Zhigu was too scared.

She couldn't help but think of Qi Yue's thoughtful eyes, Qi Yue's clear smile on her face.

Wen Zhigu couldn't think about it, and was afraid that he would think about it.

"Mother, will Daddy really get better?" Wen Jian asked cautiously.

"Yes, as long as he thinks for himself, there is nothing he can't do." Everyone has their own difficulties. There are many people in this world who are more difficult than Ji Xubai. If they can survive, Ji Xubai There is nothing that cannot survive.

After returning to the residence, Wen Zhigu took Wen Jian to wash and change clothes, and then made a bed for him in the new room. After thinking about it, he still gave him the gloves he had made, "Xiao Jian, next time Your grandfather still misses you, you will give this to your father when you go to the Ji Mansion, now it is cold, his hands are always afraid of cold, let him remember to wear gloves."

Wen Jian lay on the soft new bed and played with the fluffy and soft gloves that her mother handed over. There was a layer of soft and smooth fluff inside, warm cotton stuffed in the middle, and white embroidered gloves on the outside. The snowy satin with multiple patterns looks delicate and warm.

Wen Jian had seen her mother fiddle with gloves from time to time before, but she didn't expect it to be for her father.

Wen Jian pouted: "What about Little Jane's?"

"I'll do it when I'm free." Wen Zhigu looked at the little guy pouted, and couldn't help smiling.

"Mother is free to do it for Daddy, but not free to do it for Little Jane, hum." Wen Jian rubbed the comfortable new gloves, actually quite happy in her heart, because it seemed to be the same as the mother in her memory. It's the first time to send something to my dad, and it's gloves made by my mother.