Chapter 1867 Are you a soldier from the Northern Frontier?

Yes.

Ye Wudao nodded.

Song Qianqian asked again: "Have you ever served in Northern Xinjiang?"

Hmm?

Ye Wudao frowned. How did Song Qianqian know?

He nodded again suspiciously: "Yes."

Song Qianqian's emotions were obviously excited: "I... I have something to give you, you come with me."

Okay.

A strong sixth sense told Ye Wudao that what Song Qianqian wanted to give him must be very important.

It is very likely to involve the Northern Xinjiang Military Region.

The two walked to the door, and Brother Xiong shouted again.

"Stinky bitch, wait, you and your pretty boy, neither of you will survive today."

"Even if the Sixth Master lets you go, I will definitely kill you...ah!"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Wudao kicked the other's calf.

There was a crisp sound of "crackling", and the scarred face's calf was shattered.

The screams of slaughtering pigs spread far away.

The fear on Song Qianqian's face became stronger.

The two walked out of the bar, and Song Qianqian looked back almost every three steps, her eyes full of nostalgia and reluctance.

In her heart, this bar could not be saved at all, and now she could take a look at it as much as possible.

Half an hour later, Song Qianqian brought Ye Wudao to the community where she lived.

This community was built in the 1980s, dirty and dilapidated, mosquitoes rampant, garbage everywhere, and stinking.

It is not even worth demolishing.

This made Ye Wudao frown.

Song Qianqian is the owner of a bar after all, and judging from her clothes, she is very fashionable and sexy, with the breath of a strong woman everywhere.

How could she live in this place? It seems a bit out of place.

Song Qianqian's family lives on the top floor.

This old building has no elevator, and the two climbed the stairs all the way to the sixth floor.

Opening the door, the room is clean, bright, warm and comfortable.

Walking in, Song Qianqian said: "Please sit for a while, I'll go get you a cup of hot water."

OK!

Ye Wudao sat down, and Song Qianqian went into the kitchen to boil water.

As a result, Song Qianqian just walked into the kitchen, but suddenly screamed: "Shanshan, what's wrong with you, Shanshan?"

Hmm?

Something happened?

Ye Wudao stood up almost subconsciously and rushed to the kitchen.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, everything inside was clear at a glance.

A pretty and cute little girl was curled up in the corner.

Her right hand was red and swollen, as if she was burned.

There were tear marks on her eyelashes, but she didn't cry out.

After seeing Song Qianqian, the little girl called "Mom" with a choked voice.

Song Qianqian squatted down, grabbed the little girl's hand distressedly and said: "Shanshan, what's going on?"

Shanshan whispered: "Shanshan was hungry, wanted to cook noodles, and was scalded by boiling water."

Song Qianqian's eyes turned red, and she choked and said: "I'm sorry, little Shanshan, it's mom who didn't take good care of you."

Little Shanshan stretched out her little hand and wiped Song Qianqian's tears.

"Mom, don't cry, mom, don't cry."

"Okay, mom, don't cry." Song Qianqian quickly wiped her tears: "Xiao Shanshan, go sit in the living room for a while, mom will give you the bottom, okay?"

Okay.

The little girl nodded obediently.

Song Qianqian picked up the little girl and turned around, only to find Ye Wudao standing at the kitchen door.

She smiled apologetically at Ye Wu: "Sorry, Mr. Ye, this is my daughter, Shanshan."

"You go sit in the living room for a while, I'll make you a bowl of noodles."

Ye Wudao nodded.

Ye Wudao and the little girl sat opposite each other.

The little girl kept her head down, not daring to look Ye Wudao in the face.

She crossed her hands stiffly, occasionally touching the wound, and twitched in pain, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

Ye Wudao found a simple medical kit next to him, so he picked up the medical kit and prepared to treat the little girl's wound.

Unexpectedly, the little girl was frightened when she saw Ye Wudao coming towards her. She struggled and fell off the sofa, holding on to the sofa with both hands and backing away.

"Wuwu, uncle, don't hit Shanshan, Shanshan knows she is wrong."

"Uncle, don't hit Shanshan..."