Ao Bing immediately hugged him hard, as if she was worried that he would pull away from her again, and cried aggrievedly: "Brother Po... don't abandon Bing'er again... ugh... Bing'er misses home so much... I miss my dad so much.
You and mommy..."
Ao Po's eyes were hot. After struggling for a long time, he finally couldn't hold it anymore and hugged her back tightly: "You're not dead, why don't you go home?"
Ao Bing said aggrieved, sad and sad: "Bing'er wanted to go home... but got lost... I searched for a long time... ugh... I couldn't find the way home."
"Lost?" Ao Po let her go, and then he realized that there was a touch of childishness on her tearful face, and her sad look was like a child who couldn't find her way home. Could she really be like Xia Hou Huan'er?
As you said, is her IQ really only that of an eight-year-old?
He couldn't bear it anymore and asked with a trembling voice, "Bing'er, tell me, how old are you?"
Ao Bing raised his head, looked at him, frowned, and complained childishly: "Brother Po, has your memory deteriorated? Bing'er is eight years old."
a bolt from the blue……
Back in the imperial capital, Xiahou Huan'er told him that her IQ was only eight years old. He always thought she was making up the story, but he didn't expect it to be true.
Ao Po couldn't bear the blow.
"Brother Po, what's wrong with you? Where are daddy and mommy? I miss them so much..." Ao Bing tugged on his sleeve and asked.
Ao Po put her back on the bed, reached out and stroked the top of her head, his face gloomy and unclear.
"Brother Po..." Ao Bing became a little anxious when he saw that he remained silent.
"Binger, your illness is not cured yet, you should rest." Aopo didn't know how to tell her that their parents had passed away.
He pulled up the quilt for her and inadvertently saw the obvious fingerprints on her neck, and his heart suddenly sank.
He calmly took out the ointment and wiped it on her neck without leaving a trace.
"I miss Mommy and Daddy..." Aobing said aggrievedly.
Ao Po paused and changed the subject: "Tell me, how have you been doing these past few years?"
Ao Bing blinked his misty eyes, as if he didn't quite understand what he said.
Aopo sighed: "Did you live a happy life in the past?"
Ao Bing nodded immediately, with a sweet smile on his childish face: "Happy, the beautiful scenery will make me a lot of delicious things. Yu loves me very much. He says I am his baby."
Mentioning Luo Yusi, Ao Bing's eyes sparkled.
When Ao Po heard his name, his eyes as black as night seemed to have been filled with ice, flashing with a frightening cold light, his face turned livid, and his powerful fists were clenched tightly, making a rattling sound.
Silently immersed in his own world, Ao Bing did not realize that the man around him had a strong murderous intention, and said proudly: "Yu really loves me. Apart from Daddy, Mommy and Brother Po, I love him the most."
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Ao Po wanted to have a seizure, but tried hard to suppress it. He desperately told himself that she only had the IQ of an eight-year-old now. She knew nothing and understood nothing. He couldn't blame her. He should blame himself. He didn't do his best.
It's her brother's responsibility. If he had been able to protect her back then, she wouldn't have become the distressing person she is today.
He squinted at her and could see that she was very dependent on Lois. He said in a deep voice with a commanding tone: "Bing'er, come home with me, and you are not allowed to see Lois again."
"Uh..." Ao Bing was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion, "Yu is my husband, why are you not allowed to see him?"
