Apart from him, everyone else also wanted to say this.
Should.
Well deserved.
Thinking on their knees, they could all think of what Wan Chaoyue had done.
If her hand hadn't been pricked, Wan Chaoyue would have caused trouble to her again until not even a blade of grass could grow.
If he hadn't been so bad, could he have been stabbed?
"It hurts so much, grandma, it hurts so much!"
Wan Chaoyue had another snot bubble on his face.
The feeling of being pricked by this thorn is very uncomfortable. Even if it hurts, it still hurts and itches!
He didn't dare to touch it yet, but as soon as he touched it, it would hurt even more!
"What should we do now?!" Hua Yinfeng asked anxiously.
She seemed to want to teach Xiaobaozhu a lesson and vent her anger on Wan Chaoyue.
Huo Yingwei picked up the little orb and spoke in a very casual tone.
"What can I do? I just need to pick out a few thorns."
"Is this a matter of how many thorns were inserted?!" Hua Yinfeng said angrily, "If it wasn't intentional, why did she put a bag on it?"
Little Baozhu looked at her father innocently.
She didn't mean it.
The stall owner said it was necessary to keep it warm, so she put it in a paper bag.
Who would have thought that Wan Chao's hand was so owed?
Hearing Xiao Baozhu's explanation, Huo Yingwei snickered secretly.
Well done this time.
No wonder Le Fan said in his dream that he would never dare to do it again.
Hua Yinfeng wanted to say something else, but Huo Yingwei's face turned serious.
"Okay, cousin, it's just a small fight between children, and it didn't hurt anyone, so don't worry so much."
When Hua Yinfeng heard this, her face turned red and white.
This is what Wan Wenyue said last time when she framed Xiao Baozhu.
Now it was returned to her intact, without changing a word.
"But if something happens to him..."
"If something happens to him, will I die?" Huo Yingwei said disdainfully.
He is still a man, and he is crying over such a minor injury.
What a shame.
Seeing that Hua Yinfeng still refused to give up, Huo Yingwei frowned and said, "Why, in my palace, don't my words count?"
Hua Yinfeng had no choice but to give up.
After all, it really wasn't that big of an injury.
Hua Yinfeng twisted Wan Chaoyue's head angrily.
She had already told him, don't mess with Huo Baozhu, don't mess with Huo Baozhu, why didn't he just listen to this good-for-nothing guy!
Seeing Hua Yinfeng dragging the howling Wan Chaoyue away, Mrs. Hua was the first to laugh out loud.
She pinched Little Baozhu's face gently and said, "My dear girl, how did you come up with this stupid idea?"
"It's not what I thought." Xiao Baozhu was very honest and told the truth, "My mother taught me."
Listening to her soft and waxy little voice, Mrs. Hua gradually stopped laughing when she talked about this.
Her eyes even felt a little hot.
How much does this child miss her mother to have such a dream?
and……
I'm afraid this is not a good sign.
It is said that only dead people can have dreams. If Xiao Baozhu's mother was still alive, how could she have a dream for Xiao Baozhu?
Mrs. Hua lowered her head and quietly wiped her tears.
The other brothers all know what Mrs. Hua means.
Immediately, the atmosphere became a little dull.
Xiao Baozhu also vaguely guessed something. She hugged Huo Yingwei tightly with her small hands, and her two big eyes soon filled with tears.
Huo Yingwei touched her back and said, "Don't cry, your mother is still alive."
"But..." Xiao Baozhu felt aggrieved, and her voice began to choke.
"Don't you believe daddy?" Huo Yingwei picked her up and pressed her forehead.
The look he looked at her was extremely serious.
"Daddy won't lie to you. Daddy said your mother is still alive, so your mother is still alive."
Little Baozhu said nothing, just wiped away her tears.
"You don't believe it?" Huo Yingwei grabbed her little hand and pressed it on his heart. "Daddy has an agreement with your mother. If anything happens to her, daddy will be flustered."
Just like when she disappeared.
That time, he was flustered for three days and three nights.
But this time, he never panicked.
This can prove that nothing happened to his Le Fan.
"Really?" Xiao Baozhu's eyes were filled with hope again.
"Of course it's true!" Huo Yingwei closed his eyes and opened them again after a moment, "Dad can still sense that your mother asked you to be good. As long as you be good, she will be back soon."
Xiao Baozhu's eyes grew bigger and bigger, and she nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"
For the sake of her mother, she will be a good child!
"Come on, it's your fifth brother's turn to tell you a story today. Ah Yao, take your sister to bed."
Huo Yingwei put the little orb into Huo Shengyao's arms.
After they walked away, Mrs. Hua spoke.
She had a worried look on her face, "You deceive me like this, how long will it take for you to be able to deceive me?"
"Lie? I didn't lie to her." Huo Yingwei said.
"Then what kind of induction did you just say..."
"That's not a lie." Huo Yingwei said seriously.
He just believed that his Le Fan was still alive.
This is a feeling that only people who love each other deeply can have.
He never doubted it.
He is trying his best to order people to find Le Fan. His Le Fan must also be looking for a way home.
Mrs. Hua couldn't bear to say anything more.
Sometimes, this father and daughter are just as stubborn as each other.
Huo Yingwei added: "Besides, I'm ready."
"What preparation?"
"We'll talk about it later," Huo Yingwei said.
Now is not the time. When the time comes, he will definitely take the little orb to do it.
In the bedroom.
Xiao Baozhu hugged Qiqi and slept soundly.
She wanted to have another dream, and she wanted to hear her mother tell her that she was still alive.
However, this time she did not dream about her mother, but about Grandpa Zeng, whom she had not seen for a long time.
"My dear granddaughter, it's been a long time since I came to see Grandpa Zeng."
Grandpa Zeng in the dream was as kind as ever.
In the past, when Little Baozhu saw him, she would rush into his arms.
But today, Xiao Baozhu is obviously much more honest.
"What's wrong? Are you worried? You might as well tell Grandpa Zeng." Grandpa Zeng stroked his long beard.
"Grandpa Zeng, is mother still alive?" Little Baozhu raised her head and asked anxiously.
"Then what do you think?"
Xiao Baozhu lowered his gaze slightly, "I think she is still alive..."
Grandpa Zeng touched Little Baozhu’s head and said, “My dear granddaughter, do you believe in the power of faith?”
The power of belief, what is that?
Xiao Baozhu was puzzled.
"That is, if you really want to do something, you will think about it desperately. Then, although it may seem fantasy and incredible in the eyes of others, it can be done."
Grandpa Zeng chuckled and said: "Sometimes, not only the dead souls have power."
The little orb in front of me is a living person. Isn't she full of aura and able to do many things that others can't do?
Little Baozhu seemed to understand, "Grandpa Zeng said..."
