Chapter 487 What's up Fatty? !
As soon as the door opened, the crying sound was no longer blocked and rang directly in my ears.
“Wow wow wow—”
"Scared, scared Chengcheng to death, ah ah——"
This was no longer the room they had lived in before. The slightly small room was crowded with people.
Jiang Yanchuan took a quick look and saw a few people standing by the bed, coaxing the little guy in an awkward manner. There were also two secret guards standing outside, looking a little bit at a loss.
Everyone knew that the kid was crying because he was afraid of being punished, and there was still some heartache in his eyes.
Yu Xingmian was the first to "discover" the whereabouts of Emperor Mingze. When he turned around, the surprise in his eyes was particularly genuine: "It's His Majesty who is here!"
The people in the room were then "awakened" and turned around to salute.
Amid the expectant gazes of the crowd, Jiang Yanchuan waved his hand and "let" them all out.
When Jiang Yingcheng saw her handsome father coming back, she wanted to hug him and cuddle with him, but was afraid of getting slapped on the palm of her hand, so she could only sit there with a knotted expression, crying and looking at him with pitiful eyes.
Jiang Yanchuan walked slowly towards the bed, his eyes completely focused on the young guy.
There were traces of burns on the cuffs of the little girl, and the tip of her nose and the corners of her eyes were stained bright red. Even though she was pretending to cry to gain sympathy, she must have been genuinely frightened by this sudden situation.
The bed was not high, and Jiang Yanchuan squatted down so that he could look the boy in the eye.
"Are you scared?"
Jiang Yingcheng, who was shedding tears, opened her hands that were covering her eyes a little and peeked at the expression of her handsome father through the gap.
[Huh?]
[Father is not angry?! ]
Jiang Yingcheng, struck by Jiang Yanchuan's tender attack, relaxed her guard a little, but still carefully did not stop crying.
She sobbed and said, "Wuwuwu, such a big fire, wuwuwu..."
"There's a huge fire on Chengcheng's arm!"
As she said this, she deliberately raised the arm that had been injured, hoping that her handsome father would feel more sorry for her.
Jiang Yanchuan pulled the young man's arm in front of him, lifted up his sleeves, and examined it carefully.
The arm was white and tender like a lotus root node, with a small round light pink mark on it. When Jiang Yanchuan touched it lightly with his fingertips, the little guy shook unconsciously.
Jiang Yanchuan's eyes darkened.
After all, it was still hurt.
"It's all father's fault," Jiang Yanchuan said in a low voice, "I didn't spend enough time with Chengcheng, so Chengcheng got hurt by the fire."
The tone at the end of the words suddenly softened, like a powerless sigh, filled with deep heartache and self-blame.
Jiang Yingcheng was stunned.
Her handsome father had always been carefree, calm and reserved, and rarely had such a helpless expression.
Her gaze moved again, and she caught a glimpse of the dark gray in her handsome father's eyes. Jiang Yingcheng suddenly thought that her father had not had a good rest for a long time because of the attack on Beiming.
For many days, her handsome father would only come back to rest for a while after she fell asleep, and sometimes he would even stay outside all night to plan.
He was so busy, but he rushed back immediately after hearing the news of her accident...
In an instant, Jiang Yingcheng felt a deep regret in his heart.
"Cheng, Chengcheng is fine!" She quickly wiped away her tears, not wanting her handsome father to worry about her anymore, "Chengcheng doesn't feel any pain at all!!"
Jiang Yanchuan reached out to wipe the tears from the boy's face and uttered a low "hmm".
Although he didn't say anything, the strong disbelief in his voice made the young man hear it clearly.
"What Chengcheng said is true!" Jiang Yingcheng was anxious and wiped his face twice with his sleeves. "Look, father, my tears are dry now!"
No new tears will come out!
Jiang Yanchuan observed carefully for a moment, and after making sure that the boy really would not cry anymore, he lowered his head to look at the boy's burnt cuffs.
Jiang Yingcheng lowered her head following the line of sight of her handsome father and noticed the small blackened mark, feeling very worried.
If she had known her father would be like this, she would have changed her clothes before coming back to cry.
"Well... this, this is..." Jiang Yingcheng racked his brains, trying to lightly cover up the incident, "It was just burned by a candle, and Uncle Lechen and the others heard the noise and quickly came in to help Chengcheng put out the fire!"
"Candles?"
"Yeah, yeah!" Jiang Yingcheng nodded frantically, "It's the long, red one!"
"Why is Cheng Cheng lighting candles?"
Jiang Yingcheng, who was about to throw the pot away just now, blurted out: "It's for Chengcheng's wallet's birthday!"
Jiang Yanchuan stopped talking.
Not only did he not say anything, but the deep self-blame that was on his face just now also disappeared completely. His eyes fell quietly on the little girl's face, and they met eyes again.
Jiang Yingcheng: “…”
Jiang Yingcheng: "...Uh..."
【What's up, Fatty?! 】
[Cheng, Cheng Cheng, why did you just say that?! ]
She had clearly already prepared another excuse!!
Facing the meaningful gaze of her handsome father, Jiang Yingcheng's heart began to alarm and she moved to the side twice with a guilty conscience.
Jiang Yanchuan watched Jiang Yingcheng move with cold eyes, and only spoke softly when the other party was about to move out of his sight.
"Where are you going?"
Jiang Yingcheng shuddered violently: "Hey, Chengcheng, go see if the brother who handles etiquette has kicked off the quilt."
"Oh--"
Those guarding this small courtyard are almost all martial arts masters who can hear the young man's thoughts. Their hearing is extraordinary than that of ordinary people. Even if the two people inside spoke in a low voice, they could hear it clearly.
It’s not often that a kid gets to eat the melon, so everyone listened very carefully.
Suddenly——
“Ooooooooooooo——”
The sharp cry was like a thunder, suddenly ringing in everyone's ears.
"Chengcheng's arm still hurts!!"
"You just said it wouldn't hurt."
The crying stopped for a moment.
"Chengcheng was just lying!"
"You did lie."
That night, the sound of slapping hands on clothes, mixed with the little boy's crying, floated in the sky above the courtyard for a long time.
…
Guan Zhili was taken by the soldiers to the yard where the young man was early in the morning.
The soldiers leading the way had strange expressions on their faces. They looked back at him several times, but they were hesitant to speak.
His current status was no different from that of a prisoner. Although he was full of doubts, he never asked.
This doubt continued until the moment I saw the little guy.
Guan Zhili understood, but then he had a new question: "...What are you doing?"
The little guy obviously cried last night. His eyelids were swollen and his face looked very angry.
She wiped her face fiercely and said crisply, "It's okay."
"It's just a plan that failed."
Even if Little Hebao can't celebrate her birthday, she will definitely find a way to buy candy for her!