"I was so angry that I said a few words, and he scolded me."
Wen Xin loosened the dog leash, closed the door, and was immediately hugged by Jun Mohan.
"Don't be angry. It's not worth it to ruin your health."
"Um!"
"Get ready to eat. Go get the bowls. I'll make a phone call."
"Okay," Wen Xin looked at him, stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips, then went to the kitchen.
Jun Mohan didn't make a phone call, but went downstairs to the community supermarket to buy two packs of good cigarettes, and then went straight to the property management.
The property manager in the community was eating a box lunch. When he saw Jun Mohan, he smiled and greeted him, "Isn't this Mr. Jun? What can I do for you?"
Jun Mohan smiled from his icy face. "Nothing serious. I just came to check the surveillance. I dropped something."
After saying this, he handed over the two packs of cigarettes in his hand.
"This was given to me by my friend. I don't smoke, so it would be a waste to leave it there. If you don't mind, take it and smoke it."
The property manager scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Okay, thank you then."
"What area do you want to monitor?"
"It's the building I live in. He must have fallen into the elevator."
"Okay, I'll open it for you to see."
The property management checked the surveillance history records for that day and saw that the old man was spitting, wiping his saliva, and smearing his saliva and snot on the elevator handrails. He also had a quarrel with a woman.
Jun Mohan said in a deep voice: "What is this old man doing?"
The property manager slowed down the camera and looked at it, his face darkened, "Isn't this Mr. Chen who tested positive? Didn't I ask him to be quarantined at home?"
"How did this come out?"
Jun Mohan said in a deep voice: "I think he is spreading the virus maliciously. In the end, he didn't even wear a mask. I don't even dare to go in the elevator when he is like this."
The property manager stood up immediately and said, "Mr. Jun, this behavior is very dirty. I will report it right away, criticize it in the community, and then go to your house to give you advice."
“The community will be fully disinfected, especially your building.”
Jun Mohan nodded, "Okay, in that case, I won't look for the stuff anymore, to avoid getting infected with the virus."
"You go and get busy first."
The two talked for a while and then walked away.
Jun Mohan naturally did not take the elevator, but climbed the stairs.
When I got home, Wen Xin had already prepared a meal for me and was playing with her phone with her head down.
Hearing the noise, Wen Xin turned around and Jun Mohan walked over.
"Uncle, where have you been?"
"The food is cold."
"I went to the property management and checked the surveillance footage. They said they would take action against the uncivilized behavior of the old man you mentioned."
Wen Xin was delighted. She didn't expect him to be a man of action. As soon as she told him about it, he immediately vented his anger for her.
I feel touched.
Jun Mohan touched her nose with his index finger. "Don't overthink it. I'm just worried that the people in our building might be infected by the virus. This is also considered saving lives."
"Yes, yes, you are very kind. Eat."
After saying these warm words, she picked up a large chicken drumstick and put it in his bowl.
While eating, Jun Mohan thought about Zhou Zhou going to school, so he casually mentioned, "By the way."
"I forgot to tell you that Zhou Zhou can be a transfer student next week. It's in the third kindergarten opposite our community."
When Wen Xin heard this, her eyes widened in shock, and her saliva flowed down the tips of the chopsticks with chopsticks in her mouth.
"real?"
"Look at you, drooling."
A big hand reached out to wipe her saliva. He smiled faintly and said, "I'm not lying to you. The quota has been reserved. Send him directly to the Form 4 class next week. I will pay the tuition."
"Uncle, why are you so nice?"
“You just discovered it.”
Wen Xin blushed, leaned over and bit his lips, and they both laughed.
That night, Wen Xin called Lin Haiyan and asked Zhou Zhou to get ready to send him to the temple to spend the weekend with his master the next day.
I'll pick him up on Sunday to study so that he can be mentally prepared.
He was very happy at the beginning of the semester when he heard that he was accompanying his teacher Zhou Zhou, but when he heard that he was reading, his face instantly became long-faced.
He lowered his head unhappily.
As soon as Lin Haiyan hung up the phone, she realized that her baby was in a bad mood, and hurriedly asked: "Zhou Zhou, don't you want to study?"
"No, I'm scared."
"Afraid?"
Zhou Zhou felt sad when he recalled the scenes in the temple before. He and his master depended on each other for survival.
Every time a mother brought her child to the temple to burn incense, he longed for warmth and wanted to play with those children, but every time he approached he was rejected.
They called him a child without parents and disliked him for being bald.
Some people even threw stones at him.
The taunts are still fresh in my mind.
He doesn't want to see people, and he doesn't like to be with children of his age, as this will make him feel inferior.
Lin Haiyan saw the tears in his eyes and felt distressed. She held his hand and comforted him, "Why are you crying?"
"Mom, will they scold me for being bald? Will they scold me for being a child without parents?"
The little guy's eyes were watery, and his little mouth became particularly rosy because of crying, making him look very pitiful.
There were still traces of tears on his face.
Lin Haiyan felt a pain in her chest, as if a ghost was scratching her heart. She felt so uncomfortable that even breathing hurt. She said calmly, "No, because you have a father and a mother now. There are many children in the kindergarten who have bald heads."
"Really?"
His little eyes were bright and innocent, but Lin Haiyan knew he didn't believe it.
The child is too old and fragile.
It's hard to guess what he's thinking, but those fearful eyes can't deceive anyone.
She knew he didn't believe it.
"Really, Mommy promises."
......
Wen Xin was about to get up to wash the dishes when she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She covered her stomach and leaned on the sofa, feeling so painful that the pain lasted for a long time.
Don't know why?
I never had this kind of cramping during my period before, but this time it was so painful that I broke out in a cold sweat.
Jun Mohan wiped the table and just as he looked up to speak, he saw this scene and ran over immediately in fright.
"What's going on?"
"It's okay, my stomach hurts."
Jun Mohan frowned and helped her sit down. "Hurry up and sit down. I'll pour you some hot water and then go downstairs to buy you some painkillers."
“You seem to know everything.”
He did not deny her words. After all, he had even watched several interviews about gynecology for this matter.
He also made a record, but of course he wouldn't tell her about it.
Even Mo Chen doesn’t know.
"Who made you my wife?"
After saying that, he walked over, poured water for her, and handed her the charged hot water bottle.
Then he said, "I'm going to buy some medicine and will be back soon."
Wen Xin watched him close the door. She curled up on the sofa in pain and couldn't move. Fortunately, the hot water bottle relieved her pain a little.
Jun Mohan ran out in a hurry and was almost hit by a car.
He quickly apologized, only to be scolded by the man.
"You don't want to live! Are you looking for death?"
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