For the rest of my life, you are cold and warm

Chapter 2830
Zhanhuai's compromising attitude won a compliment from Han's father.

If this is a stubborn boy, he will definitely not marry his precious daughter to him. Father Han is an honest man, and he is also a delicate person. He always thinks that the man a woman finds must be good-natured and good-natured, otherwise family life will not be happy .

When Han Jing woke up, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

After sleeping too much, my head is not very clear, but I can still read the time.

After the quilt was lifted, she remembered that this was her hometown, and after putting on her slippers, she remembered that person, and Han Jing slapped her head and ran out.

Emma!She put that noble young master aside, and didn't know if that noble young master was squatting in a corner.

Han Jing searched the entire two floors, only to find that she was the only one in a family.

Han Jing: ...

He took out his mobile phone to make a call, but found that there was no signal.

Han Jing: ...

Anxious Han Jing made up a tragic picture in his mind.

Little Zhan Huai, who is not familiar with the place of life, was coveted by passers-by for her beauty, and was tricked into a deep mountain trip. It was an indescribable thing. The poor little Zhan Huai refused to die, and was finally...

Cough cough cough...

What are you thinking?very messy.

Thinking all over the place, Han Jing searched all over the neighborhood, and then prepared to cross the Han Arch Bridge and go to the opposite park to have a look.

"Ouch!" It was her voice, she bumped into someone, looked down, it was a little boy, fortunately she didn't run in a hurry, but the little boy who was hit was knocked down by her, as if he hit the railing The ear of the stone lion on one side should have hurt his waist. Han Jing hurried to help the little boy, but the little boy didn't seem to care about the fact that he was knocked down, and Han Jing only passed the back of his hand, but that The scalding temperature is like magma.

Han Jing looked at the little boy by himself. He was dressed in rags and tatters. If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard for you to imagine that there are people in this era who are so poor. His hair is messed up and curled up like no nutrition. But the small face covered by the hair was washed clean, but it seemed to have received too much ultraviolet light, it was a little red from the plateau, and it was cold and a little unsure if the scorching heat just now was a fever.

But the little boy's clear eyes are very pampering.

"My brother, I'm really sorry! Is there any injury? Do you want my sister to take you to see a doctor?"

But the little boy only shook his head, and he quickly ran forward.

Han Jing wondered, the little boy could not be more than five years old, it was really strange that such a small child didn't cry out for pain when he was hit on the top of a rock.

What's more, the temperature of the fingertips is still there, and the little boy may really be sick.

Han Jing thought, he ran so fast, what if his leg gave way and fell into the river?
Han Jing followed up worriedly, the child was a child after all, with short legs, Han Jing knew the route, followed and caught up with the little boy, and was about to step forward to pull him, when he saw the little boy walking into a house courtyard.

Han Jing retracted the legs that were about to step forward, looked up and saw the house number, and remembered that this was the courtyard of Silong's house.

The houses in the countryside are now each with a courtyard, so living in this way is comfortable.

The door was not closed, and Han Jing slipped in quietly, because he was not familiar with Silong's family, and even the two of them once quarreled with the village committee, so it was a festival.

There is no such thing as a door-to-door chat in such a relationship.

Han Ning hid behind the bullock cart, there was just a gap to see the scene in the yard.

"Bang" a stick hit the little boy, it was Aunt Four Dragons.

(End of this chapter)