shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 147 Don't Wipe My Snot With My Sleeve
Bai Yaoyu frowned suddenly.

When did this Wan Zonghou become so warm-hearted!

Bai Zhi'er blinked her big watery eyes, raised her face and said, "Third brother, you don't need to send the nest away."

"Go find a few doctors and treat my little uncle well!"

Bai Yaoyu nodded: "Don't worry, then you come tomorrow, do you want third brother to pick you up?"

The little guy shook his head: "Do it yourself!"

Afterwards, Bai Yaoyu carried Bai Zhi'er into the carriage.

The little guy poked his head out of the window and waved at him.

The wheels of the car turned slowly, ran over the bluestone road and left.

On the way back to the palace, Feng Fuce took a jujube from the table and held it in his palm.

He looked indifferently and calmly.

Actually thinking.

What should I say to coax this little guy and put food into his mouth?
At this moment, Feng Fuce heard a few soft sobs.

He looked sideways.

I saw the little guy who was sitting obediently next to him, wiping his tears with his little hands, shaking while crying.

That appearance is really pitiful.

Feng Fuce frowned: "Why are you crying?"

Bai Zhi'er sniffed, and her voice hummed: "Brother Chu Ping said that my little uncle might not be able to stand up for the rest of his life."

"If only Wo found him sooner, he wouldn't be so serious."

Speaking of this, the little guy was even more wronged.

Feng Fuce pursed his thin lips and looked deeply: "Chu Ping has always liked nonsense, what do you believe him for?"

Bai Zhi'er raised his watery eyes and looked at him pitifully.

"Brother Fuce, do you think little uncle will be okay?"

When she said this, a tear happened to roll down the socket of her eyes.

Those big black pearl-like eyes were full of desire to hear an affirmative answer.

Feng Fuce paused, and subconsciously hummed: "Since the person is not dead, of course it will gradually get better."

Bai Zhi'er puffed up her pink cheeks, lowered her head and thought for a while.

When she left just now, she sent a little magic power into Xu Lianzhou's body.

aid in his recovery.

Uncle, you will definitely get better soon!

"Brother Fuce, you are right, it is only a matter of time now!"

She said, wiping away tears with the back of her hand.

The plump little cheeks were rubbed red.

All of a sudden, Bai Zhi'er jumped up and hugged Feng Fuce's arm with his whole body.

Then, she buried her face in his loose sleeves.

He cried twice again.

Feng Fuce was taken aback.

The stern look in his eyes was almost washed away by the tears of the little guy in front of him!

He wondered: "Didn't you figure it out, why are you still crying?"

Bai Zhi'er stopped whining, raised her head and looked at him with big eyes blinking.

"It's different this time. Brother Fuce is a good person, and he even helped Wo. This is a touching cry!"

After all, she bowed her head again.

The soft milk sound was accompanied by sobbing and humming.

Where is crying.

It's clearly a child's coquetry and shamelessness!

Feng Fuce's temple feathers were black, and his long eyebrows were fixed coldly.

"You almost wet my sleeves." He said silently.

But after saying this, Bai Zhi'er not only did not let him go.

Instead, he wiped his little nose with his sleeve.

Feng Fuce: ...

The dates in his hand fell from his palm.

With a "click" sound, it bounced twice in the carriage.

"Bai Zhier," Feng Fuce reminded, almost gritted his teeth, "don't wipe your nose with my sleeve."

The little guy didn't listen, and rubbed it twice indiscriminately.

The carriage passed by the street, and Bai Zhi'er's soft voice came from inside.

"Brother Fuce, why are you scratching your face!"

(End of this chapter)