iang's earlier scent of pure elegance. Even after Lin Meng and Rong Ling left, he struggled to look away."Hee hee..."With a teasing grin, Xi Lan nudged Feng Tan. Feng Tan jolted, only then seeming to...When he arrived, he took out a folded and perfectly crisp hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to the driver. (..tw好看的小說) He had learned this trick from Lin Meng. Youyou and Haohuo always kept a hundred-dollar bill in their clothes, just in case. That day, Haohuo spent all his money, and when he went back, Lin Meng gave him another hundred dollars, folded it neatly into a small square, and put it back in Haohuo's pocket, while keeping all the coins for herself. He saw this and decided to follow suit. When he got back home, he took out a hundred-dollar bill from his money drawer, folded it just like Lin Meng did, and tucked it into his own pocket.

If mom could fold this money for him and put it in his pocket, that would be great!

Actually, he envies Youyou and Haohuo!

Having received the change from the driver, he got off the car dejectedly. Looking at the familiar ornate gate before him, he didn't know why he chose this place. At that time, he just followed his heart.

He's coming now, and I don't know if Uncle and Aunt are around. Perhaps they're still in the clan. Remember, today is Monday, Uncle said he would accompany Aunt to the clan to announce becoming the successor, and then learn things. At that time, many people will probably come to congratulate Aunt, she probably won't have time.

He lowered his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. What was he thinking Did he really want his sister-in-law's comfort Did he want her to treat him the way she treated Youyou

How is that possible!

With his head hung low, he was allowed to pass and entered the house through a side door.

"Why are you here so early today Where's your driver" the security guard at the gate asked him.

He shook his head, unwilling to speak. He walked with heavy steps, moving at a snail's pace, yet just as he was about to reach the door, he ran into Lin Meng who was coming out of the house. It was the duty officer who called Lin Meng and explained Rong Hentuo's situation, only then did Lin Meng come down from the floor.

As soon as she saw Rong Hengduo's messy appearance, she frowned.

"What's going on"

Rong Hengduo didn't expect to see her there, and hearing the concern in her question, he froze. His nose felt sour, and his eyes became red again.

Lin Meng stepped forward a few steps and came in front of him, grabbing his small arm.

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"Come on, let's go inside and talk!"

Rong Hengduo was dumbfounded and let himself be led away by her. Their skin touched, sending a warm sensation through him. He felt warmth and a certain comfort where her hand had grasped his arm. He turned his head, staring intently at the spot until she finally released him, pushing him onto the sofa. Only then did he look away. But in his heart, there was a tinge of disappointment.

He didn't know how to face her, how to face himself like this. So, he lowered his head. His eyes were hot, and tears welled up again. He wanted something, but he didn't know what he wanted, nor did he know what to do.

"Just sit here for a moment!"

She turned and left. His fingers twitched convulsively. He wanted to say: Little aunt, don't go!

He was heartbroken. All he wanted was someone to be with him. He didn't need his aunt to coax him like she did with Youyou and Haohuo, or to gently care for him, or even ask him what was wrong. All he needed was for her to just sit there with him. He wanted company; he felt so lonely and miserable!

Vision, once again, became blurred. For, tears welled up.

He misses his mother!

If his mother were still around, he could rush into her arms. But now, he doesn't have that privilege!

"What are you thinking about Look up!" Yue'er's voice carried a hint of command.

He was stunned for a moment, unsure when she had returned. But through his blurry vision, he saw the unmistakable red cross. It turned out that his aunt had gone to get the medical kit. His vision became even more blurred then.

Mingming told himself he didn't need to care, nor did he need to hope. But why, when he was truly cared for, did he feel even more heartbroken The tears grew heavier and heavier, threatening to spill over from his eyes. A feeling of deep injustice and resentment crept into his heart, growing stronger and stronger with each passing moment.

"Lift your head up, I'm going to put medicine on it!"

With a faint scent of sweetness, she sat beside him. A pure white hand, as if radiating soft light, reached out and gently lifted his chin. His face trembled, and the tears he had been holding back finally spilled over, trembling before cascading down.

He saw his sister-in-law's other hand reach out, and then felt the tears on his face being wiped away.

"Feeling wronged"

Her tone was so gentle, so gentle. And her gaze, it was so warm, so warm. He could see the genuine concern on her face, and it touched his heart.

"Don't cry, who bullied you Come back, and I'll have your uncle get it back for you!"

"Really… really" he choked out.

"Of course it's true," she replied confidently.

"You...you don't even ask why"

Her face turned cold. “No, I’ll get it back for you first. If you were wrong, then we’ll settle that later! You are already part of this family, a child of this house. No one else is allowed to bully you!”

Unknowingly, she has already been affected by Rónglíng's influence. This absolutely protective approach is definitely Rónglíng's style!

His heart warmed, remembering his grandmother's ruthlessness and insults, then thinking of his aunt's concern and defense, his lips trembled a few times. He couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly threw himself into Lin Meng's arms, bursting into tears. At first, he was only crying softly, then it became louder, and finally, he wept uncontrollably.

He cried for his deceased father, he cried for his deceased mother, he cried because he couldn't even cry out loud when the two most important people in his life suddenly passed away. He cried alone in the cold and sterile hospital room. He cried after returning to his clan, facing the sympathetic and pitying eyes everywhere. He cried for himself, kneeling outside begging for five days straight to become stronger. He cried because he was struggling so much but still being resented by his grandmother...

For so long, he's been all alone. Who can stop and truly be there for him, talk to him, listen to him Who can truly hold him, comfort him, embrace him Who can genuinely care about him, check in on him, and ask how he's doing

He wants love, he wants someone to love him truly and wholeheartedly, putting him in their heart. When it's cold, she will remind him to put on more clothes; when it's hot, she will prepare shorts and t-shirts for him; when he's thirsty, she will have drinks ready for him; when he's hungry, she will cook him delicious meals; when he does well, she will praise him; when he does poorly, she will guide and encourage him; when he is bullied or scolded, she will protect him; when he is wronged, she will fight for him...

"Woooo.... Ah woo...."

She, in fact, is gradually becoming more and more like someone else.

He wanted her, deep down, but he didn't dare. He just couldn't. But looking at HaoHao, he felt so envious, so envious. He and she were blood-related, closer than HaoHao and she could ever be, yet he was only allowed to stand at a distance from her...

“......sob sob... aunt...aunt..."

Can you spoil him more, please Can you, like how you treat Haohao, treat him the same way too He will be good to her in the future, he will respect and take care of her well. He just wants someone to love him now, because he's always been alone, so lonely, so lonely…

"Oh... little sister-in-law..."

“Come on now, cry. Cry it all out! It'll be better once you do.” Her words were a soft sigh, laced with an indescribable tenderness.

He held her tighter, crying even harder. He felt the warmth of her hand, patting his back softly again and again. A long-lost feeling, akin to that of a mother's love, washed over him. This feeling transformed into a warm current, flowing into his heart, causing the seed of hope he had been nurturing within to sprout suddenly.

Grasping the hem of her shirt, he tightened his grip. He wanted to hold onto this warmth, not let go!

A cold snort came, and he was forced to let go.

What's going on

He was an uncle whom he deeply feared and worshipped!

How can there be someone so powerful and ruthless in this world Yet, it's a miracle that the little aunt isn't afraid of this kind of uncle, and she even manages to press him down.

You're just in time, Doodoo has been bullied!

"Who" Rong Ling asked as he walked, his cold eyes sweeping over Rong Hengduo. Rong Hengduo lowered his head.

"Haven't asked yet."

Lin Meng dreamt back, lowered her head to look at Rong Hengduo who was no longer hugging her tightly, as if she were the only raft in his life.

"Tu tu, who bullied you, tell me!"

Rong Heng shook his head.

Lin Meng sighed. "You've been here for so long, and you're still so unfamiliar!"

This statement was like a key, instantly opening the door that Rong Hengduo had closed himself out of. He suddenly looked at Lin Meng, stunned.

Lin Meng, however, didn't look at him. Instead, she watched Rong Ling walk to her side and then pointed at Rong Hengtuo.

Look, he's been beaten up something awful. His face is scratched, and his arms and legs are all bruised ---

Lin Meng was a little angry.

This child has been studying in this family for a while now, and she has also developed feelings. Although her relatives are like that, once people come in, they are just stray dogs and cats being raised, raised for a while, there is some affection, let alone a living person. Seeing this child bullied into this state, she should naturally intervene.

Rong Ling swept a glance at Rong Heng Duo again, then sat down beside Lin Meng. He naturally stretched out his arm and pulled her into his embrace, possessively pulling her close.

Rong Hengduo being bullied is a trifle. But when his own woman was taken advantage of, that's a major affair. Although Rong Hengduo is a child, the sight of him burying his face in Lin Meng's chest and crying so miserably also irked him. After all, he couldn't even bear to see his own son acting this way.

He pinched her slender waist and whispered, "Go change your clothes first!"

Is there something wrong with her clothes

She lowered her head and looked down at the chest area of her clothes. It was slightly transparent, probably because it had been wetted by Rong Hengduo's tears. It seemed a little see-through now.

This man!

Her ear tips flushed, and she bumped his elbow slightly as she stood up and went upstairs.three clear fingernail marks left on the little boy's fair, fleshy hand. Her heart ached, and she felt a sudden urge to cry.This child, how can they be so well-behaved, how can they be so like Xiao La...