The woman's eyes were still closed, she didn't even turn over, and her hands remained intact in their original positions, as if the series of actions just now were just human illusions.

The other protagonist of the incident obviously did not believe that this was an illusion. The little witch mouse who fell to the ground hugged his painful head and stood up aggrievedly. Looking at the woman lying on the recliner, the little witch mouse's bright black eyes gradually

Light up a raging fire, imitate humans and roll up their sleeves when fighting

With a sudden movement, the little witch mouse scratched his hand heroically, took a step back and started running. His whirlwind-like legs were about to jump close to the chair rail where the woman was sleeping. Suddenly, with a pop, the ambitious little witch mouse stepped on the middle of the pile.

Water, the sole of his foot slipped, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The little witch mouse was furious, spitting at the puddle of water at its feet, baring its small white front teeth, and making a chirping sound from its mouth, looking extremely angry.

After being angry, the little thing learned from the pain and stood up tragically again. Its bright black eyes were filled with the determination to take revenge. It tore off a piece of cloth from the tablecloth that fell to the ground next to it.

I imitated human beings to wrap cloth around their heads to show their struggle, but because of their miscalculation, they

The size of his head caused the cloth to cover his eyes and mouth. Because the little witch mouse often crawled away, when he stretched out his front two feet to wrap the cloth, his center of gravity was unstable and he was angry because he had covered his head. So this

The poor little thing accidentally fell to the ground with a thud.

Angrily throwing away the abrasive cloth, the little witch mouse rose up for the third time. It may have felt that a series of things were too humiliating, so it became more and more angry. It bared its teeth and rushed forward. This time, the sky did not let it down, and it finally

It successfully jumped onto the woman's lower abdomen.

It established a firm foothold on the woman's flat belly. It was supposed to stretch out its claws and pinch her to avenge her shame, but the little witch mouse suddenly got confused.

Staring at the two towering snow peaks in front of him with his bright black eyes, the lustful little witch mouse was stunned and stunned. He forgot all about revenge and high morale, and finally made a decision.

He made no move, but stretched out his small claws, gently hooked the material between the woman's breasts, and slowly and gently scraped open the thin shirt, trying to get a closer look at the scenery inside.

The light blue coat was scratched open by sharp claws, and there were two pieces of clothing left. Come on, victory is right in front of you.

The little witch mouse swallowed its saliva and continued its movements in a sly manner.

But at this moment, there was a sudden pain in the back of his neck. The little witch mouse shrank its head reflexively and curled up under the handle of his fingers, looking like a shivering and pitiful little thing.

"Let's make trouble again. Do you believe that dinner is braised witch rat?" The woman grabbed the skin on the back of the little witch rat's neck, half-closed her eyes lazily, looking tired as if she hadn't woken up, and her cherry blossom-colored lips gently

Say the words.

Her voice was clear and soft, very pleasant, but the threatening meaning in her words seemed to frighten the little witch mouse. Her small and fat body trembled slightly, she raised her misty black eyes, and spoke aggrievedly.

He looked at the delicate and beautiful woman in front of him.

The woman threw the little witch rat away with an expressionless face and continued to sleep with her eyes closed.

As expected, through the narrow gap in the field of vision, the little thing started to spit at her again. This time, it was not very impatient. Instead, it raised its head and circled around the woman's feet, and finally spotted it.

As if he had achieved his goal, a look of triumph flashed through his eyes, and he even let out an exaggerated laugh.

It had a strong jumping ability. It jumped high into the air and jumped to the edge of the woman's thin-soled white shoes. Then it stretched out its claws very viciously. The longest claw was raised high, and its sharp long fingers shone coldly in the sun.

The color is like an extremely lethal poisonous needle.

I'll insert it!

The little witch mouse used all its strength to poke hard. Suddenly, a loud scream sounded again. The little witch mouse rolled over and rolled to the ground, holding the broken claw finger in pain and howling.

more than.

The woman on the bed sighed softly, sat up helplessly, picked up the little witch rat with her hands, looked at it with a headache, and said: "To prevent you, the soles of my shoes are made of very hard materials.

"

The woman held her slightly aching forehead with her other hand and called loudly into the cabin: "Xiao Zhi, come out."

There was no movement.

The woman raised her eyebrows helplessly and said in a soft voice: "Son, come out for a moment. Mom has something to do with you."

Soon, a two-year-old boy jumped out. This little boy was very cute, but his eyes were not very lively, and his skin was much paler than ordinary people. He looked

It was as if he had been seriously ill.

It was true that he had suffered a serious illness and was physically weak, because in fact, this child was already over four years old, but he was very short and fleshy, and his facial features did not bloom with age. He looked like a two-year-old baby.

"Mom, what's the matter?" the little boy asked in a sweet voice.

Although she has been called mother for a long time, the woman still seemed a little uncomfortable with it. She frowned and asked in a tentative tone: "Xiao Zhi, can you call me sister Xin Yue? Or call me aunt.

, last time someone pointed fingers at me, you have to know, this has a bad influence on me——"

Before he finished speaking, the little boy sat down on the ground with a thud, his entire face turned horribly white, and there was almost no expression on his face.

"Only my mother can love me, only my mother. I only want my mother, not my sister, nor my aunt." The child enunciated the words mechanically.

Xin Yue held his forehead, then held the child in his arms, and said softly: "Okay, I won't say anything anymore, I am your mother, and I am your mother. Xiaozhi, be good, don't be sad."

The child remained silent and his expression did not change at all. Xin Yue sighed helplessly and had to compromise and change his words: "Son, be good, don't be sad."

"Okay, mother." The child's expression changed too quickly, and he suddenly smiled. He stretched out his little mouth and kissed Xin Yue on the face.

Xin Yue smiled gloomily and thought to himself, even the emperor has never convinced me, so I will fall into the hands of your little ancestor for the rest of my life.

"Mom, what do you want from me?" The child raised his head in Xin Yue's arms and asked in a sweet voice.

"Oh, take care of your little mouse." Xin Yue said.

As soon as Xin Yue finished speaking, he had already taken the opportunity to escape from Xin Yue's hands. The little witch rat suddenly crossed his arms and looked very angry.

"Mom, how many times have I told you that Chunchun is a witch rat." The little boy stretched out his hands, and the little witch rat rushed into his arms. He frowned and felt very serious for this animal.

The friend defended.

"There's no difference," Xin Yue waved his hand impatiently, "It's just a stinky rat after all. Just take a good look at it. I've been in a bad mood these days, so I might trample it to death if I get upset."

The little witch rat seemed to have been humiliated by the word "stinky rat". It sniffed under its armpits and crotch, and spread its hands towards Xiaozhi, as if Xin Yue had wronged it and it was not a stinky rat.

, but the gentle little boy only touched its head to show comfort. No one washed away his grievances, and the little witch mouse couldn't calm down. He quickly shrank from Xiaozhi's arms and beat Xin Yue's feet violently.

Xin Yue glanced at the crazy little thing, raised his long foot with a faint look on his face, and kicked it away.

In an instant, he put away the deck chair and Xin Yue's figure disappeared on the deck.

The boy knelt down, touched the little witch mouse's head tenderly, and said comfortingly: "Mom is a bit bad, but Chunchun, you don't care about the villain."
Chapter completed!