Prince Abandoned Concubine: Broth Ji Jiu'er

Chapter 342 Mother and Child Meet (2)

Jiu'er couldn't bear to see it, "Just wait a little longer, your parents will come soon, so I can go out too."

The little boy blinked his watery eyes, "When will your parents come?"

"Young master, I was implicated by you. Look at what you are wearing, and look at what I am wearing. The bandits are not trying to tie me up." Jiu'er sighed, not in a hurry, Xiao Mo couldn't speak, I can't find her again, and I don't know what the rush is like now.

"Wow—" the little boy immediately let go of his voice and howled as soon as he heard her words, Jiu'er rolled his eyes and gave him a malicious look, "Why are you crying, what does a man look like crying!"

The little boy was obviously stunned for a moment, sniffling his nose and said in a serious manner, "But, but my mother said that children just want to cry, make trouble and be easy-going. Anyway, my mother will give me whatever I want."

"..." Jiu'er can't imagine what kind of mother this is. Her Nian Chen must not be like this. Speaking of which, Nian Chen should be as old as him.

"Are you ignoring me?" The little boy blinked his eyes and looked at her aggrievedly. Seeing that she was silent, he began to cry again, "Ah... I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry... "

"You're hungry, you don't feel hungry when you recite, don't feel hungry when you recite, don't cry at every turn." Jiu'er gritted her teeth and scolded. She really didn't want to hurt children, but he was really good at crying. Yesterday she and Xiao Mo were all night The way to go, now I am exhausted, and I still have to listen to him crying non-stop.

She looks so pleasing, but her temperament is too spoiled.

"You hate me..." The little boy suddenly cried louder, crying and shouting, "My mother never hurt me, ah, my mother said, it is normal for children not to study, I have a bunch of Serving as a slave, it doesn't matter if you can't read or write, woo woo..."

Jiu'er opened her mouth in astonishment, and couldn't help asking, "Is that your mother? Does she just let you sit and wait for death for the rest of your life?"

The little boy was stunned again, then snorted and turned his head away, never looking at her again, but he didn't cry anymore.

(End of this chapter)