This was the umpteenth time that Jing Ling couldn't even count that Jiaojiao had caused trouble.
Every time she destroys what her mother has made.
Jing Ling really didn't want to cast suspicion on his own daughter.
After all, she is his biological daughter. He can't understand why Jiaojiao would do this?
Jing Ling couldn't help but remind her.
However, perhaps because his voice was a little loud, Jiaojiao kept apologizing.
Looks particularly humble.
Jing Ling didn't want his daughter to be so humble, so he lowered his voice.
But Jiaojiao kept crying loudly and hugged his thighs.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry."
She kept crying, but no tears came out.
Jing Ling squatted down, took out a tissue from his pocket, and wiped the dirt off his wife's clothes.
The cake was sticky and Mrs. Jing looked at Dudu apologetically.
"Dudu, I'm sorry, you can't eat the little cake I made for you. Auntie will make you another one later."
Mrs. Jing pinched her chubby little face. Jiaojiao lowered her head and watched her father wipe the stain off her mother's skirt, clenching her fists, wondering what she was thinking.
The expression on her face was somewhat gloomy, but Mrs. Jing didn't notice it. She hurried to comfort her daughter.
"Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, it's okay. Mommy will make you a small cake later. Jiaojiao, what happened to you these days? Why do you keep falling?"
Mrs. Jing couldn't help but think of what happened in the past few days. Every time she finished making something, Jiaojiao would fall down unexpectedly.
Then she went to pack her things.
Jiaojiao disappeared in the blink of an eye, which made Mrs. Jing a little puzzled.
Jiaojiao has been acting so weird lately.
"Mom, I'm fine."
Jiaojiao lowered her head, squatted down, and pulled Jing Ling's suit jacket. She pulled for a while, but Jing Ling was concentrating on helping Mrs. Jing wipe her clothes.
This is really sticky and uncomfortable.
It was summer.
It would be bad if mosquitoes appeared, so he asked Mrs. Jing to go back to her room to change clothes while he took care of it. The cake on top was completely gone, and Mrs. Jing's hard work was ruined.
Jing Ling looked at his daughter.
A leisurely thought flashed across his eyes, and he turned to look at his daughter Jiaojiao.
Jiaojiao was still twisting her fingers.
"Jiaojiao, why did you fall again just now? Are you feeling unwell? Tell daddy what happened to you recently."
Jing Ling squatted down and looked straight at Jiaojiao, but Jiaojiao shook her head fiercely.
"No, Dad, I was just careless."
"Accidentally? You've been careless too many times these days. First, hot water spilled on your mother's hand. Then, when your mother was sewing a schoolbag for Dudu, you accidentally fell and caused her hand to bleed. As a result, she had to put the schoolbag for Dudu on hold, Jiaojiao. Why do you always fall when your mother is making something for Dudu?"
Dudu looked at Jing Ling, who treated Jiaojiao so seriously, and a hint of deep thought flashed in her eyes.
The strange doctor also looked at Jiaojiao. There was something wrong with this little girl.
But she didn't think there was anything wrong with her.
Every time they looked at Dudu with such a straightforward and naked look, they thought he didn't see it, but in fact they all saw it.
Dudu saw it, and he saw it too. Dudu had always been a sensitive child. Of course, he could also see Jiaojiao's straightforward and scrutinizing gaze.
Jiaojiao was shocked that Jing Ling had seen everything she did.
The expression on her face was almost unbearable.
She could only reach out her hands, hug Jing Ling's neck and start to shrink into his neck, crying loudly.
While crying, a pair of eyes remained alert and looked at Dudu.
Dudu was confused. Why was Jiaojiao so weird?
Jiaojiao kept crying and crying.
Jing Ling finally had no choice but to ask her to go to her room to reflect.
But Jiaojiao refused to give in and hugged Jingling's neck tightly, refusing to let go and saying that she wanted to be with Dudu.
She said she didn't mean it and she didn't know what was wrong with her.
But Jing Ling didn't believe it.
Thinking that the strange doctor would take Dudu to pick herbs, Jing Ling took Jiaojiao back to his own room. However, when he was still a few meters away from Jiaojiao's room, Jiaojiao suddenly stretched out her hand and asked to go back by herself.
She didn't want her father to take her to the room.
"Go back by yourself? Why do you want to go back by yourself? Jiaojiao, I will only feel at ease if you go back to your room."
Jiaojiao's heart was beating fast, not knowing what Jing Ling meant by this. Her expression was still gentle, and her temperament was as gentle as jade.
He looked like a noble young man from a wealthy family, but Jiaojiao only saw Jing Ling going crazy.
That's when she was nearly kidnapped.
Jing Ling single-handedly kicked those who kidnapped her into cripples, and since then Jing Ling has been called the Living King of Hell.
"Be good and have a good sleep, Jiaojiao." Jing Ling still carried her into his room forcefully and put her on the white and soft princess bed. After that, Jing Ling did not leave in a hurry, but stood up and scanned the equipment in her room.
They were all rabbit dolls, but he saw a white rabbit with some red stains on it.
"What's going on?"
"The drawing brush was placed on it." Jiaojiao explained softly. Jing Ling just lowered his head.
Didn't say anything else.
Just said a word.
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