"Your name is Xin Cheng, right?"

The little boy nodded and said, "I'm Wu Xincheng. Uncle, what's your name?"

Wu Zhizhong said, "My name is Wu Zhizhong."

The little boy seemed very surprised and asked, "Uncle, one word of our names is the same."

"Of course I do. I can count to fifty." the boy said proudly.

"Awesome!"

Wu Zhi Yong stretched out his right hand and gave a thumbs up. Seeing that the little boy received the compliment, he laughed happily. He hesitated for a moment and then stretched out his left hand, "Xin Cheng, can … Let uncle hug you, okay? "

Wu Zhizhong was stunned: "Why?"

The little boy said, "Because Mommy said that we can't let strangers hug us. There are bad people."

"Darling, don't talk nonsense."

The woman, who had been watching the conversation between Wu Zhizhong and the little boy with a smile, quickly said, "He's not a bad guy, he's you …"

"I'm not a stranger."

He looked at the little boy and said in a gentle tone that he had never used in his life, "Darling, you already know uncle's name. Uncle knows your name too, we've chatted. Is uncle still a stranger?"

The little boy tilted his head in thought and shook his head.

Wu Zhiqiang's gaze turned softer and softer as he said, "Since we are not strangers, can you let uncle hug us?"

The little boy hesitated for a moment before opening his little white hands.

"He asked you to pick him up." The woman quickly said.

"Good!" "Alright!"

Wu Zhizhong nodded and held the little boy under his armpits. Then, he held the boy tightly in his arms.

The woman quickly said, "Zhiyong, you held him too tightly."

When Wu Zhizhong heard this, he immediately loosened up a bit. Only then did the little boy stop struggling. He only pouted and said: "Uncle, you're hurting me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Uncle was in the wrong …" Wu Zhizhong apologized profusely.

The boy answered crisply.

With a complicated smile on his face, Wu Zhizhong wanted to hug the little boy in his arms again but was afraid of hurting him again. He could only drag his little b.u.t.t and watch him play with a toy gun in his hand.

Although the little boy was only about 30 jin in weight, Wu Zhizhong could still feel the faint pain of his crippled leg against his chest, but he did not mind.

"Xin Cheng, don't keep pestering me … "Uncle, you can go play by yourself." The woman said as she saw the cold sweat on Wu Zhiyong's forehead.

"Xin Cheng, if uncle doesn't want to go, mother wants to chat with uncle. Will uncle accompany you later?" The woman said.

"Alright!"

The boy nodded obediently and ran off to watch TV.

Wu Zhizhong glanced at the screen and realized that there was no conversation. The woman explained, "I also don't understand the Russian language, and neither does he. So he asked the person who sent us here to set up a cartoon with no conversation."

"Little Jing..."

The woman shook her head. "From the day I followed you, I never wanted to hear those two words from your mouth."

Wu Zhiyong hugged her in his arms. The gentleness of a woman made him feel all sorts of emotions. He also felt deeply guilty, but there was more of it, but it was still deep warmth.

"In the future, we might have to spend the rest of our lives outside." Wu Zhiyong said, "I have become a cripple too. I have nothing to do, so from now on, I will spend all my time with you and my children."

The woman said softly, "Why are you … "Not letting the child know that you are his father?"

Wu Zhiyong was silent for a moment, and then he said, "I want him to slowly accept me. His eyes are too pure, but his father is too … "

The woman said, "He will definitely be very happy. In the future, he will definitely feel proud and proud of having a father like you."

The woman smiled brightly.

"Alright, you stay here with your child for now. I'll come back later to pick you two up." Wu Zhizhong suddenly said.

"You still want to leave?" The woman was stunned.

"There are still some unfinished business."

Seeing the woman's worried expression, he said, "At the most, I'll come back at night to pick you all up. Trust me."

The woman nodded. "I believe you."

… ….

"Young Master."

"Let's go!"

Wu Zhiyong waved his hand and got on the car. He said expressionlessly, "Let's go meet the pure jade female Sect Leader first!"

Uncle Jin immediately nodded as he understood Wu Zhiyong's meaning.

It seemed that Wu Zhiqiang didn't want to wait a moment. He couldn't wait to see the warmth of this meeting.

Uncle Jin knew that Wu Zhizhong had been treated with warmth and cruelty. Although he didn't know the whole process, he could tell how cruel it was just from looking at his current condition.

Wu Zhiyong leaned against the back of his seat. He did not have the slightest expression on his face. His eyes were calm, but Uncle Jin could feel that under this kind of calmness, there was a hidden coldness.

Uncle Jin couldn't help but slightly shake his head, silently cursing in his heart that she was courting death.

One could tell how much he hated that woman just from Wu Zhizhong's reaction.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a building.

"He's in here."

A few minutes later, the door of the bas.e.m.e.nt squeaked open. Under the dim light, Wu Zhizhong saw the 'familiar' figure.