Xiahou Huan'er reached out and pinched Dongfang Buhui's cheek, and said jokingly: "If I had known you were so capable, I wouldn't have worried about you. What a waste of expression."
How could she have forgotten how different her child was? With Wan Qinrou, she was not even qualified to carry his shoes, let alone hurt him.
Dongfang Buhui chuckled, stretched out his little hand and grabbed her sleeve, babbling in baby Chinese language that no one else could understand.
Xiahou Huan'er looked at Love and said, "Sister Fu, please take her back and ask your uncle to keep an eye on her. If she is sick, don't let her out, so as not to hurt others."
"Yes, ma'am." Love nodded and twisted her hand. Just as he was about to take her away, a small figure suddenly ran out of the house, shouting loudly, "Let go of my mommy, don't hurt me."
Mommy.”
He rushed to Love, reached out and grabbed the hem of her clothes, and said in a pleading voice, crying: "Aunt Fu, please let go of my mommy, don't catch her."
Love didn't expect that he would rush out suddenly. Seeing his pleading look, she couldn't help feeling sour in her heart.
In this big house, the children are the most vulnerable to injury, and Dongfang Xingran has always been the child she loves most.
She looked at Xiahou Huan'er and asked her opinion with some difficulty.
When Wan Qinrou saw Dongfang Xingran, she also stopped struggling and just looked at him blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.
Xiahou Huan'er frowned and said, "Let her go."
"But she will..." Love was a little worried.
"If she attacks others again, arrest her again," Xia Houhuan'er said.
"Okay." Love slowly let go of the hand that was holding her.
Dongfang Xingran immediately rushed forward, hugged Wan Qinrou's legs, and shouted with choked sobs: "Mommy, Mommy, I miss you so much."
Wan Qinrou felt as if someone had tapped her body acupuncture point, and she stopped moving for an instant. She looked at Dongfang Xingran with faint tears in her eyes.
Xiahou Huan'er hugged Dongfang Buhui and watched from the side. The corners of her lips suddenly curled up slightly, as if she thought of something.
"Mommy, why haven't you come to see me for so long? Do you not want me anymore? Mommy, don't ignore me. I will be very good. When will you take me home?" Dongfang Xingran looked up at her.
, the depression and longing for many days finally couldn't help but pour out.
Xiahou Huan'er sighed softly, mother and son are mother and son, no matter how good they are to Xingran, they can't compare to his feelings for Wan Qinrou.
Sometimes she really wants to kill Wan Qinrou. Dongfang Xingran is such a well-behaved and lovely child, how could she treat him so badly?
She doesn't deserve to be his mother at all.
"Mommy, why don't you talk to me? Mommy..." Dongfang Xingran tugged on her sleeves and was even more sad to see her silent.
Wan Qinrou trembled suddenly, then stretched out her hand to push him away, turned around, and ran away quickly.
"Mommy..." Dongfang Xingran screamed. He was about to catch up, but was held back by Love.
"Let me go, I'm going to find mommy..." Dongfang Xingran screamed, trying to break away from her hand.
"Xingran, your mother is sick now, you can't follow her, it will be bad for you." Oh, poor child, Love picked him up and kept comforting him.
Dongfang Xingxing's fragile mind was hit again.
Xiahou Huan'er said: "Sister Fu, please take him back, don't let his emotions be stimulated anymore."
