After the little rose he raised ran away, Mr. Lu went crazy

Before He Ziyi could even say a word, the little assistant started crying, which made him both amused and helpless.

He took out a tissue and handed it to her, "This has nothing to do with you, don't blame yourself, Xiao Er'er is fine, he just had a high fever and hit his head, so he is temporarily unconscious, as long as he wakes up, he will be fine."

Yao Xiaowan sobbed and asked, "Is it true?"

"Of course it's true. Otherwise, do you think I can still stand here and talk to you so calmly? Ating is still with Er'er. He is in a bad mood right now. Don't go in yet, otherwise you will be the first to suffer."

When Yao Xiaowan heard He Ziyi say that Lu Ting was accompanying Wen Li'er, she was so scared that she nodded repeatedly and looked cautiously in the direction of the ward.

"Then, can I sit on the bench here and wait for Er'er to wake up? If she's not awake, I won't be at ease even if I go back."

Seeing that the young assistant cared so much about Wen Lier, He Ziyi agreed.

Yao Xiaowan hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Mr. He, may I ask what is the relationship between Mr. Lu and Er Er?"

Although she didn't believe that Lu Ting and Wen Li'er were in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, shouldn't He Ziyi, the "little uncle", be with Wen Li'er at a time like this?

Why is He Ziyi, a family member, outside the door, while Lu Ting is in the room with Wen Li'er?

This is really weird.

He Ziyi hooked his finger at her in a mysterious manner.

Yao Xiaowan approached with an innocent look on her face, and heard He Ziyi lower his voice and say, "Knowing too much will make you die faster."

Feeling a chill on her back, Yao Xiaowan quickly retracted her head, shaking her head and waving her hands.

"I, I don't want to know at all!"

He Ziyi chuckled. This little assistant was really naive and easy to deceive.

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Wen Li'er had a very long dream. She dreamed of ten years ago and the day of her parents' funeral.

Her favorite teddy bear was missing, and she looked everywhere for it anxiously, only to find that it had been taken away by her cousin.

This is the gift her mother gave her on her fifth birthday. It is her favorite and she sleeps with the little bear every night.

Since her parents left, Wen Li'er has been able to fall asleep only with the help of this little bear.

But now, the little bear was stolen by my cousin, who didn't care about it at all and dragged it on the ground.

Wen Li'er immediately became anxious and rushed over to grab it without thinking.

"This is my little bear, give it back to me!"

Since the cousin refused to give it to her, Wen Li'er tried to snatch it away. As they pushed and shoved, the cousin staggered and sat down on the ground. Her mouth flattened and she burst into tears.

Soon, the aunt was attracted over and saw her daughter sitting on the ground crying. She was immediately anxious and distressed.

"Qingqing, be good. What's wrong? Who dares to bully our Qingqing?"

The cousin pointed at Wen Lier with snot and tears, "Mom, she bullied me. Not only did she steal my toys, but she also pushed me down. It hurts so much."

"Oh, okay, okay, Qingqing, be good. It doesn't hurt anymore."

The aunt gently comforted her cousin, then raised her head and glared at Wen Lier fiercely, "You are such an ungrateful person. If it weren't for your uncle, how could I have adopted you, a freeloader?"

"You don't even know how to read other people's expressions when you are living under someone else's roof. You dare to snatch the toy from your sister? Hurry and give the toy to me!"

Wen Lier took a step back timidly, but hugged the little bear in her arms tighter, and whispered back: "This is my little bear. It's a birthday present my mother bought me."

"It's not Wen Qingqing's."

She emphasized that this was her toy, not her cousin's, but her aunt sneered.

"You've stepped into my house, and everything you have belongs to me. What's more, it's just a piece of junk. If Qingqing didn't want to play with it, would I care about it? Hurry up and bring the toy over, or don't blame me for being rude!"

Wen Lier did not move, but whispered: "This is my home, not yours."

Since her parents left, her uncle, as her only relative, took over her custody and moved into the Wen family's villa the next day.

This is the villa that her parents bought after working hard for half their lives. It is her home, not her uncle and aunt’s home.

It was obvious that they had taken over her position but were ordering her around as the master.

"Okay, you are really bold. I think you will get itchy if you don't do it for a day!"

The aunt rushed forward fiercely, grabbed Wen Li'er's arm, and twisted her thin arm hard.

Wen Li'er's eyes turned red immediately due to the pain, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she was stubborn and refused to let them fall, nor did she cry out loud.

"Do you know you're wrong? Come here and apologize to Qingqing!"

The little girl gritted her teeth and said stubbornly: "I am not wrong, she stole my bear."

"How dare you talk back? I'll beat you to death today!"

The commotion here attracted the uncle over. "What are you doing? There are quite a few guests. Why don't you come over and help me greet them?"

"The young master of the Lu family is here too. We can't neglect him. Come with me!"

Auntie was annoyed and said, "It was this little bastard who stole Qingqing's toys and talked back to me, saying that this is her home, not ours."

When my uncle heard this, his expression changed and he walked forward with a gloomy face.

"Er Er, do you know what you are talking about? Your parents are gone, and your uncle kindly adopted you. This villa certainly belongs to your uncle. Apologize for what you just said immediately."

The little girl held back tears but said word by word: "This is my home!"

The uncle was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped Wen Li'er in the face.

The adult was so strong that Wen Li'er staggered, felt dizzy and fell to the ground. The teddy bear in her arms accidentally fell and rolled down the stairs.

"My little bear..."

Wen Li'er struggled to pick up the teddy bear, but her uncle grabbed her hair from behind and pulled her backwards.

At this moment, a hand as slender as jade, with round and clear fingertips, slowly picked up the little bear that had fallen on the first floor.

Accompanied by a low, magnetic and pleasant voice: "According to the Criminal Law, beating a minor is suspected of intentional injury and is punishable by imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention or control."

He was a very young boy, probably about seventeen or eighteen years old.

But he was really too bright, with a face as rich and timeless as splashed ink and colorful colors, as if he had walked out of a painting, making everything else become his backdrop.

He was nonchalantly playing with the teddy bear he had just picked up and speaking slowly, but his whole body was filled with dignity, like a prince charming from a fairy tale.

Dazzling and eye-catching, yet impossible to look at directly.

"Who are you? Do you think it's your turn as an outsider to intervene in the affairs of our Wen family? Get out of here if you know what's good for you!"