Children are just boring and pitiful. They are just annoying bugs. What's so pitiful about them is that they use no sympathy at all. They are so boring.
This little princess who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth is really difficult to take care of.
Now that I can't even protect myself, how can I have the energy to care about a damn bug?
Although Ye Xiaoyu was thinking this, she still pretended to be gentle, "Oh, Jasmine, I'm so sorry. When I walked to the roadside just now, I didn't see clearly because there was a pool of water. Maybe it was this poor...
The butterfly must have died in the stagnant water, how pitiful it is."
"Yes." Jasmine carefully wiped off the butterfly's wings with a napkin, her expression full of regret.
Then he walked aside, dug a hole in the soil, carefully buried the butterfly wings, put his hands together in front of it, closed his eyes, and prayed with childlike innocence: "Butterfly, butterfly, hurry up and go to heaven.
Fly to heaven and be a human being in the next life, and don’t be a butterfly anymore.”
Ye Xiaoyu folded his arms and watched from behind.
I thought to myself that children are so annoying and so troublesome.
This must have been led by Ye Huanyan. I remember that in the past, this Situ Moli was full of arrogance, let alone a butterfly, and even turned a blind eye to others. But I didn't expect that after being with Ye Huanyan for so long, she would turn into
A little Virgin.
A broken insect needs to be buried.
boring!
Ye Huanyan, what kind of magic power do you have?
"Uncle Lao Cai's car is here, let's go back, Auntie."
"OK, all right."
As he spoke, Ye Xiaoyu took Jasmine and walked towards the car driven by Lao Cai at the school gate.
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As soon as the two figures disappeared, a slender, handsome figure slowly walked out from the bushes.
He frowned and looked at the sports car passing by the gate, and then looked at the hole dug by Situ Moli in the mud just now and the butterfly's grave standing there.
He shook his head. Unexpectedly, this little girl was really caring.
It's just a dead butterfly. Does it need to be buried so solemnly?
But Huo Ziming had to admit that when he saw Situ Moli burying the butterfly's broken wings into the soil with her small, pink hands, regardless of the soil on top, he felt a warm current slowly flowing through his heart.
Pass.
Subconsciously, he touched the wound on his shoulder. The last time he was scratched by the cat, although the wound healed quickly, it still left a shallow scar.
His mother was very worried and often asked him to apply herbal medicine on it, but he didn't care too much.
He is a man, just a scar is nothing.
However, at this moment, the shoulder marks on his shoulders seemed to hurt, as if to remind him not to have any good impressions of Situ Moli, a little girl, a willful little princess, otherwise something terrible would definitely happen.
Huo Ziming suddenly realized that he had begun to have a crush on her again without knowing it. This feeling was really strange.
However, why didn’t Ye Xiaoyu just admit that she had trampled the butterfly to death?
Still so pathetic and hypocritically apologizing.
It seems that she really does one thing in front of others and another behind others, she is so good at pretending.
Her husband was really pitiful. He married such a woman. Involuntarily, he frowned and began to sympathize with Situ Moli again.
This chapter has been completed!