Finally, she couldn't continue to heat up after eating, and she also ate a lot of breakfast. Qianqian finally couldn't sit down anymore, so she took Baoyu's hand and stood up.
Baoyu leaned close to her, holding hers tightly with his little hands. He looked very nervous all morning. He followed Qianqian wherever she went.
Yun Qi felt strange and said with a smile: "So the little cutie is also so Oedipal. Tsk, I thought he was born not to like ice cubes that are close to people."
Qian Qian laughed forcefully, Baoyu's face was stern, but he didn't have any expression. He just held Qian Qian's hand tighter.
Qianqian saw Bai Yi coming over there, so she squatted down, touched Baoyu's face, and said: "Baby, mom, go...go to the toilet, I'll pick you up soon..."
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Baoyu still held her hand tightly and refused to let go. Qianqian suddenly felt the tip of her nose was sore and her eyes were red. She murmured: "Wait for mother, mother promised to come soon."
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She exhausted all her strength and finally pulled her hand out. Then she no longer dared to look at Baoyu's face. She stood up in a hurry and pulled Yunqi to the backyard of the inn as if running for her life.
From the beginning to the end, Baoyu didn't say a word, kept his mouth closed, and just held her hand tightly. When they struggled just now, they both got some scars on their hands, and there was a scratch on the back of Qianqian's hand.
Marks, bleeding, but no pain
She ran away, and Baoyu didn't come forward to chase her. He just stood in the lobby, quietly, with a cold face, and didn't turn around to see where she escaped.
Just go to the toilet?
Mother, do you know that when you lie to me, you never dare to look at me?
Someone lightly tapped me on the shoulder, and then the man's clear voice came: "Sir, His Highness is already waiting for you in the carriage outside."
Baoyu looked indifferent and didn't say anything, as if nothing had happened. He just went out to play for a while and then came back. He didn't need Bai Yi to pull him and walked out by himself.
When he got on the carriage, he didn't even look at the handsome man sitting in the carriage. He looked at his hands without saying a word.
The back of his hand was broken, a small scratch, just a little red, which looked particularly eye-catching on his white and tender little hand, but he knew that a wound of this level would disappear in a few hours.
He grabbed a strip on the back of my mother's hand very hard. At that time, I desperately wanted to say: Mom, don't forget me, you must, you must not forget me...