Although Jiang Qiran, a second-grade elementary school student, is not very sensible, his children’s hearts are always particularly keen.
When others like or don’t like themselves, they always have obvious distinctions.
Jiang Qiran was originally a lively child and had loved to pester Su Wan since he was a child.
The beautiful and gentle woman always made Jiang Qiran feel very dependent. In her arms, she seemed to be able to forget all her worries.
Logically speaking, it is easy for young children to forget things.
But Jiang Qiran is not like this.
He clearly remembered that when he was three years old, he had a good nap with Su Wan, but was picked up by the tall man with a very cold expression.
“In the future, if you sleep alone, don’t always stick to your mother like this.”
Jiang Qiran was stunned at that time, and felt that the sky outside had become dark and thick in an instant.
A three-year-old child would never have thought of sleeping with his mother so quickly
He has almost never cried since he was a child, but when the man was picked up from Su Wan that time, Jiang Qiran suddenly cried.
Tears spilled out like a broken thread, scaring Su Wan to the point of feeling distressed and sad.
Su Wan hugged Jiang Qiran and coaxed her for a while, then Jiang Qiran stopped crying.
But crying is useless.
It is useless to ask for mercy.
Because no matter how Su Wan agreed well, the father’s man would throw him out of the room without hesitation.
“Don’t spoil him too much. Jiang Qiran is so old that he still has to sleep with you all day long. Sooner or later, you will be raised as a girl.”
Jiang Qiran listened to Jiang Xuecheng’s words in a daze. At that time, he felt that this man was so tall and majestic like a mountain, and he could not shake it at all.
In fact, Jiang Qiran always had the habit of taking naps when he was a child.
But at noon that day, Jiang Qiran held the dinosaur pillow that Su Wanxin bought for him, and stood thinly on the balcony of the house, his figure was twisted by the sun.
Jiang Qiran looked at the bedroom opposite Su Wan and Jiang Xuecheng from afar through his balcony, and suddenly became silent.
Why should he compete with him for Su Wan?
At that time, Jiang Qiran almost hated Jiang Xuecheng.
If it weren’t for such a domineering man, how could anyone have snatched his mother from him?
But out of some intuition.
Jiang Qiran believed that Jiang Xuecheng should also hate him very much.
Because in Jiang Xuecheng’s heart, it was probably that he stole his wife.
From that day on, Jiang Qiran became less fond of acting cute with Su Wan, and he became weak and began to become less lively than before.
When he returned to the old house of Jiang family, Luo Xiuxiu felt very distressed when she saw her precious great-grandson becoming so taciturn.
I immediately started to complain that Jiang Xuecheng and Su Wan didn’t know how to raise children, so it would be better to put them in the old house and let them take them with me.
How come a little sunny angel becomes so gloomy
Children always think that older people have the right to speak in this family.
So Jiang Qiran was at the dinner table that day, suddenly raised his chubby little hand and began to accuse Jiang Xuecheng of his “crime” with various grievances.
“Grandmother, it’s all bad for dad, I don’t like dad.”
Almost everyone in the audience didn’t take Jiang Qiran’s words seriously, but just burst into laughter.
Luo Xiuxiu also smiled and pinched Jiang Qiran’s face, with a look of jokes that only adults can have.
“Baby, what’s wrong with dad? He’s not good to you.”