Ten minutes later, Jiang Zuilan took the medicine and carefully rubbed it on Jiang Fan's body.

Seeing the scars all over Jiang Fan's small body, he frowned slightly.

Jiang Fan felt the soft palm of the woman behind him touching his skin. It was so warm, just like a dream. He seemed to have dreamed of this scene several times and had been looking forward to it for a long time.

After applying the medicine to Jiang Fan, I saw that his knotted hair, which had never been cut, was hanging like a girl's. It must be difficult to clean if it is so dirty.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Zuilan said, "Wait for me here."

Jiang Fan quietly looked at the woman in front of him who suddenly seemed to have changed into a different person, and nodded obediently!

When Jiang Zuilan came back, Jiang Fan saw that she was holding a pair of sharp scissors in her hand, she pursed her lips tightly, and a cold light flashed in her eyes. He shouldn't believe that this vicious woman was so ridiculously immersed in

This woman is pretending to be gentle, but she hasn't been beaten enough by this vicious woman, right? She has to be beaten to death to be willing to remember?

Jiang Fan's little face was numb, waiting for Jiang Zuilan to poke the scissors into his body. After waiting for a long time, the woman behind him said arrogantly, "I'm not very good at cutting hair. Don't dislike it. I'll take you there after dinner."

Go to the barber shop and get it fixed. I don’t want to wash my hair with such long hair. Even if you don’t want to let it go, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Jiang Fan's heart moved slightly. It turns out that this woman didn't stab herself with scissors, but cut her hair. Could it be that what this woman said was true, that all the previous things had been wiped out? Can she really start over?

Jiang Zuilan gently applied the medicine on Jiang Fan's body, washed his hair, and said with a satisfied smile, "Okay, go out and play by yourself. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

Jiang Fan did not move, however. He held the potion in his little hand and stretched it out in front of Jiang Zuilan. Jiang Zuilan took the potion and raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's play."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Fan didn't move. He took Jiang Zuilan's hand and shook it, pointing his little finger at her thigh.

Jiang Zuilan was stunned and asked, "Do you want me to apply the medicine too?"

The little boy with a bruised nose and swollen face nodded obediently.

Jiang Zuilan pretended not to care and said, "Come on, just take care of yourself. Don't worry about adults' affairs."

After Jiang Zuilan put Jiang Fan on the sofa, he turned on the TV and put it on the children's channel and said, "You can watch TV here while I go cook."

Jiang Fan looked at Jiang Zuilan with a pair of big grape-like eyes. Although this woman still didn't speak very well, he could feel the kindness this woman exuded towards him. Maybe he could really believe that this woman really wanted to be good to him.

Bar!

Jiang Zuilan soon made several dishes.

Jiang Fan was a little dazed looking at the bowl of white rice stuffed in his hand. He had never eaten such white rice since he was sensible. The woman in front of him, his mother, was so kind to him today that it was almost unreal.

Jiang Zuilan was already very hungry after struggling for so long. He was holding the bowl and taking big mouthfuls of food. Seeing Jiang Fan holding the bowl and being stunned for a long time without moving his chopsticks, he urged, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you eat quickly?"

Are you still waiting for me to feed you?"

Jiang Fan raised his eyes and looked at the gentle and incredible woman sitting in front of him. Jiang Zuilan looked at the big grape eyes looking at him and sighed.

Leng Buding has such a big child, and I really don’t know how to get along with him.

After finishing the meal, Jiang Fan sat obediently on the sofa. Due to malnutrition, the seven-year-old child was only as tall as a five- or six-year-old child, thin and small, and had never been to school.

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Jiang Zuilan chose a place to sit down closer to Jiang Fan, sat lazily on the sofa, put his head on his hands and said, "Let's talk."

The little boy's dark grape eyes were full of doubts. What did this woman want to talk to him about?

Jiang Zuilan thought for a while and said, "Jiang Fan, want to say something?"

Jiang Fan blinked and shook his head.

A long time ago, the first word Jiang Fan could say was mother, but after hearing this, the woman in front of him punched and kicked him like crazy, and even warned him angrily not to call her mother. Every time

As soon as he called his mother, the original owner would punch and kick him. Later, Jiang Fan gradually stopped talking to him.
Chapter completed!