Dog food from heaven: Mr. Song please keep a low profile when sprinkling sugar

"Mom, why did my little sister suffer so many injuries on her arms? Did she fall down?"

Although Congcong sometimes knows as much as a young adult, after all, he is a child's mind, and he has no idea that these injuries are caused by being abused by others.

Without further ado, Qiao Wan immediately went to the medicine box to deal with it. Although it seemed a bit late, it would be good to take some medicine.

Song Yanshu was by the side, thinking about something, and sent a text message to his subordinates.

He suspected that maybe Zha's train of thought was wrong from the beginning.

This little girl doesn't look like a normal child who grew up in a dysfunctional family just because of her appearance and personality.

Song Yanshu didn't tell Qiao Wan, but asked his subordinates to change the way of investigation, and it would not be too late to talk about everything after the results came out.

The cartoon was playing all the time, and the servants had already prepared dinner.

Since the Song family had an accident, Song Yanshu arranged for servants to come to the house to take care of Congcong at any time, things have become more frequent, and Qiao Wan seldom cooks.

Even Qiao Wan has begun to get used to the presence of servants in this home.

This is not a good sign, I am almost making myself lazy.

With Qiao Wan thinking about it, she decided to cook a lot more consciously in the future. Even if she didn't do all the cooking by herself, she had to share it with the employer, so as not to become completely useless in the future.

"Little sister, come, let's go have dinner with my little brother and aunt." Qiao Wan took the little girl's hand, trying to tell her to get off the ground and follow.

It's not good to always walk around in arms regardless of people's wishes.

The little girl obviously reacted when she heard the meal, and followed Qiao Wan towards the restaurant.

Qiao Wan really felt that this little girl was so pitiful, she had been abused like this, and her family did not call the police or come looking for her after she had been missing for so long.

But she can't help anything, this is someone else's child after all.

"Come on, sit here and eat with my little brother." After Qiao Wan arranged for her to sit down, she asked Cong Cong to sit down as well, and she and Song Yanshu sat across from each other and looked at them.

The little girl is very reserved.

Cong Cong put on the posture of the little master, helped the little girl put up the rice, and passed the chopsticks by the way.

"Then, here you are, eat quickly." Cong Cong's voice was very gentle, full of a little warm boy.

The little girl didn't move, just sat.

Song Yanshu frowned and reminded: "It's time to eat."

The little girl still didn't move.

Qiao Wan watched and wondered if the little girl would not know how to eat by herself, and asked others to feed her, and tried to repeat: "Little sister, eat quickly, or it will be cold if you don't eat."

After hearing Qiao Wan's words, the little girl opened her mouth to eat slowly.

Cong Cong and Song Yanshu felt a burst of frustration.

This little girl could clearly hear it, but they didn't listen to their persuasion to eat, and just listened to Qiao Wan. This is how they treat her differently.

"Okay, stop looking at the two of you, and eat quickly." After Qiao Wan finished speaking, she also picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating. While eating, she watched the little girl chewing very slowly. .

For some reason, Qiao Wan always felt that she had seen this little girl somewhere before, especially because she looked autistic, and her gestures revealed a bit of stability and elegance.

Not every child with autism can do it.

Children who can develop this kind of temperament should not have domestic violence at home.

This mysterious girl is so weird.

After having a full meal, Qiao Wan called the district office to inquire about the situation, and was extremely depressed when she learned that the girl's parents still hadn't reported the crime.

Do you just leave the child at home like this?
Although she said she didn't hate this child, after all, this child had his own family and had nothing to do with Qiao Wan and Song Yanshu, so it was illegal.

"Little friend, can you talk and tell Auntie where you live?" Qiao Wan tried to ask her the address directly from her.

The other party didn't say a word or move anything, just like before.

Qiao Wan was really troubled.

"Have you found out who her family is?" Qiao Wan couldn't find out, so she had to ask Song Yanshu again.

Although she knew very well, there should be no results from Song Yanshu's side.

"No." Song Yanshu directly denied.

In fact, he has just received the final feedback from the people who checked at the beginning. This little girl is a child of that family, but she may not really be her own child.

The child's identity is a bit of a mystery, and the more I investigate, the more problematic it becomes.

So he finally decided not to send the child to those people for the time being.

Even if he suspected that there was something wrong with those people, it might be because of Qiao Wan or him that he sent the child here.

He didn't mind seeing what those people could do with sending a child to his villa.

"It seems that this child is going to spend the night at our house tonight, so I'll go and tidy up the small guest room for her."

Although the two children were young, it was inappropriate for boys and girls to sleep together, so Qiao Wan decided to let the little girl sleep in the guest room by herself.

Song Yanshu had no objection to this.

After all, the little girl slept in the guest room, and Cong Cong slept in a room by himself, where else could he sleep?

After tidying up the guest room, it was already eight o'clock in the evening when Qiao Wan went downstairs.

After reminding Congcong and the little girl to go upstairs to sleep together, the two went back to the room one after the other.

Although the little girl was silent, she didn't regard herself as an outsider. After going upstairs, she knew which room Qiao Wan wanted her to sleep in, so she went straight into the small guest room and went to bed, covered herself with a quilt and closed her eyes to sleep.

If it wasn't for the fact that this girl was flesh and blood and injured, Qiao Wan might even have doubted whether this girl was a robot, she was really too quiet and rigid.

Congcong saw that everyone was asleep, so he went back to his small room to sleep.

Song Yanshu stood in the corridor looking at Qiao Wan with a half-smile.

Qiao Wan suddenly realized something, and immediately opened the door of Congcong's bedroom and said to Congcong.

"Congcong, today you sleep with your mother, and your father sleeps in your room."

Song Yanshu: ...

Cong Cong lay on the bed, completely ignoring Qiao Wan.

"Cong Cong!" Qiao Wan frowned.

The small window in Cong Cong's bedroom is not big, only about 1.2 meters by 1.3 meters.

It's definitely not realistic for Qiao Wan and Cong Cong to share a bed together. Either Cong Cong was pushed under the bed by Qiao Wan, or Qiao Wan pushed Cong Cong under the bed.

Cong Cong could only go back to sleep with her, and Song Yanshu slept here alone.

"Mom, my little sister sleeps by herself, and I want to sleep by myself too. You and dad can sleep together." After Congcong finished speaking, he took the quilt to cover his little head.

"Don't sleep with your head covered!" Qiao Wan reminded him.

Congcong put down the quilt again, exposed his little head, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

It's impossible for Qiao Wan to let the little girl come to sleep with her again. She may have already fallen asleep, so she can only give up.

The smile on the corners of Song Yanshu's lips became more open, as if he was sure that he would be able to sleep in the same room with Qiao Wan tonight.

Qiao Wan mercilessly pointed in the direction of the stairs after leaving Cong Cong's room.

"You go back to sleep at home tonight, or sleep on the sofa, you choose."

Song Yanshu thought that no matter how cold-blooded Qiao Wan was, she would never run out of room and not let him go back to sleep.

I didn't expect that I would be directly expelled to the living room, or go to sleep at home, and I was completely dumbfounded.

"Can't I choose to sleep by your side?" Song Yanshu pretended to be pitiful, he finally encountered this good opportunity to get back his territory.

Qiao Wan didn't show any pity for him: "No, you only have two choices."

"Then I'll sleep in the corridor. The corridor is closer to you. You give me two quilts, and I'll make a bed on the floor." Song Yanshu couldn't do it well, so he came up with a trick.

"I don't know what's going on. The corridor of your villa seems to be leaking air. It seems that there are no windows in the villa." Song Yanshu muttered to himself, just to let Qiao Wan know that no one can sleep in the corridor.

Qiao Wan took a deep breath, suppressed the softness in her heart, opened the door and walked to her room, opened the closet to find a spare bedding.

Song Yanshu's face darkened, and he followed Qiao Wan to the back of her and grabbed the hand she was taking out the quilt.

"You really have the heart to let me sleep in the corridor?"

Qiao Wan shook off Song Yanshu's hand, continued to take out the quilt, and threw it on Song Yanshu.

Song Yanshu subconsciously caught it.

"Otherwise? Do you think I would let you sleep in my room so easily? I still need to observe your sincerity in reforming!" After Qiao Wan finished speaking, she took out the second quilt and threw it directly at Song On Yan Shu.

Song Yanshu caught it again and hugged the two quilts together in his hands.

"Wanwan, you know, if I don't want to sleep outside, I can throw you down right now and sleep on your bed. Don't force me to use strong methods." Song Yanshu is too soft, and now he simply threatens up.

Qiao Wan's eyes turned cold.

"So, besides relying on your own strength to bully me, what else will you do?"

Qiao Wan's words suppressed Song Yanshu's eagerness to move.

That's right, it's really not good for a big man to rely on his strength to do whatever he wants. He has no choice but to settle for the next best thing.

"Then let's do this, I won't make a bed outside, I can make a bed next to your bed, I promise I won't climb into bed to eat your tofu at night!"

"If you lie, you can never allow me to step into your bedroom!"

Song Yanshu said it firmly.

Qiao Wan looked at his sincere eyes, not wanting to waste time with him, so she nodded in agreement.

Song Yanshu was happy to spread the quilt on the ground and lay down, as if Qiao Wan would regret it if she slowed down.

"Go take a shower first, and I'll do it after you're done." Song Yanshu casually took a pillow from Qiao Wan's bed, lay on the two quilts, and handled some company affairs with her mobile phone.

Although he slept on the floor, he didn't look down at all, and his whole person exuded a feeling of sleeping on the floor as a luxurious big bed.

This evil world that looks at the face and figure.

Qiao Wan withdrew her gaze and stopped looking at Song Yanshu, otherwise she might commit a crime...

Song Yanshu really has an attractive criminal face and a good figure. She can't let Song Yanshu be confused.