[BL](MTL)Every time I become relatives with Slag Gong [Quick Pass]

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    He remembered this little boy, the one from last night.

    The child didn't seem to think that he would look over, his eyes shrank, like a frightened bunny, but he looked at him carefully again, with a faint desire in his eyes.

    The little boy was being held by a man wearing a brocade robe, and the man was holding a little girl by the other hand.

    That little girl was probably the one who hugged him and cried last night and called out to little dad.

    As for that man.

    Because he was facing his back, Wuchen couldn't see his appearance, but the man was tall and long, with a straight back, wide shoulders and narrow waist. Even if he was wearing a brocade robe, he could imagine the strong and powerful physique under that brocade robe.

    This man should be the family of these two children.

    With the turn, the figure of the child and the man gradually disappeared.

    Wuchen lowered his eyes, and the little boy still had some red and swollen eyes flashed in his mind. Is it because of crying?

    In front of him, the picture of the little boy holding back last night, stubbornly yelling at the little girl, saying that he doesn't want a little father, and pulling the little girl away.

    He thought, would the little boy hide under the quilt and cry secretly?

    For some reason, when I think of that picture, Wuchen, who has always been calm, feels a little uncomfortable in my heart.

    He clutched the position of his heart, dumbfounded.

    "Wuchen, what's wrong?" The abbot asked Wuchen when he saw that Wuchen stayed where he was and didn't leave.

    Wuchen came to his senses, frowned in difficulty, and opened his mouth, his clear voice was a little low and soft, with a hint of confusion and doubt.

    "Master, this disciple seems to be sick."

    Sick? !

    The abbot was immediately worried, knowing that Wuchen had never been sick in the past few years.

    "Let's go, let the doctor show you." In the

    meditation room, Wuchen sat cross-legged on the futon, under the wide cassock, a small section of white wrist was exposed. The skin on the wrist was so white that you could easily see the inside. Small blue blood vessels, fingers as long as jade, round nails neatly trimmed, naturally glowing pink luster.

    If you didn't see the person in front of you with your own eyes, just looking at this hand, you would think it was the hand of some lady.

    The doctor took the pulse and retracted his hand.

    "Doctor, I don't know what's wrong with Wuchen's body."

    Wuchen Qingjun's delicate face had a light expression, and he didn't seem to be worried about his own body, but the old abbot beside him was a little worried.

    "Abbot, according to the pulse that the old man has just finished, the little master Wuchen is not sick, his body is very healthy, but his body is slimmer." The

    abbot did not believe it: "Doctor, but Wuchen said that his body is healthy. It ’s really uncomfortable.”

    He treats Wuchen as his own child, and Wuchen is a monk with the highest level of Buddhist practice, no matter what the reason is, he can’t see Wuchen as nothing.