Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

"Then you scared Xiao Ye just now, you go to see other people's children, squatting in front of Xiao Huihui and talking, it's pitiful." Mourning pointed to the poor pitiful who was squatting in the yard.

This girl, with a hard mouth and a soft heart, clearly cares about herself, and also scares the little fool.

Ling Sheng hissed: "Don't tell him first, give him a surprise then."

Mourning: "I see."

Not to mention it now, it would be unkind and pitiful to make the little fool sad for two days, but it was also very fun.

The show is nearing its end, and it will end tomorrow and go home.

Cheng Ye has been depressed for the past few days, getting up every day before dawn to mow the donkey grass for Xiao Huihui, specifically cutting the grass he likes to eat.

In the evening, the walking time is getting longer and longer. As long as you have time, you must squat in front of Xiao Huihui and talk to it.

Xiao Huihui seems to have also been infected, and even his favorite corn kernels are not fragrant.

A bunch of people in the show team colluded with Ling Sheng. My brother is really pitiful, but I just don't want to tell him, hahahaha.

Just as Mourning came out of the red team’s yard with his front foot, he saw that Ling Sheng didn’t know what good thing he took, and he ran to the neighbor’s house again to the blue team’s house: "What good thing did you get again?"

It's been raining all day, and it's just getting younger now, so I shouldn't go out to find wild goods!

"Xiaofeng gave a few of them, saying what kind of sweet sticks they were. Shengsheng said that the neighbor must have not eaten them, so they gave him a taste." Shi Lingyu pointed to the two sweet sticks left.

"Isn't this sorghum?" Mourning glanced carefully.

"It's also called sweet sorghum." Ji Fanchen was using a knife to chop sweet sticks, chopped into sections for easy eating, and handed him one: "Try it."

Mourning took it and took another look at the door. In the afternoon, he saw the neighbor next door driving away in a car. He probably didn't go home!

Ling Sheng rushed to the neighbor's house and started calling Sanye before entering the door.

Who knew that the door was open, but the door inside was locked, no one.

The smile on his little face was frozen in an instant, and his heart was indescribably empty. Looking at the locked door, his eyes were lost.

Is San Ye gone?

After all, their show will be finished tomorrow, and it's time to go.

But he is gone, why not say hello to himself?

She still valued herself too much, San Ye left as he wanted, and came as he wanted. Why did you say hello to her?

The more I think about it, the less it feels, even she herself doesn't understand where the inexplicable discomfort comes from.

Sullenly squatted under the eaves, watching the sweet sticks in the basin and the two hot roasted sweet potatoes that had just come out of the oven, they started to eat.

Go away.

Nothing great.

The rain, which was about to stop, is getting bigger and bigger.

Jun Shiyan got out of the car and An Yan was holding an umbrella behind him. As soon as the wheelchair reached the door, he saw the girl squatting at the door eating.

She squatted down, a small group, looking weak, pitiful and helpless under the rain curtain, like a little beast abandoned by people, alone.

Is she waiting for him?

What are you doing squatting in front of the door under such heavy rain?

Jun Shiyan felt a sudden pain in the tip of his heart, and it was difficult to breathe for a while. The coldness in his eyes split instantly, turning into silent distress.

An Yan saw the doorway squatting and was wet by rain. Just about to call her, Jun Shiyan stopped him, asked him for an umbrella, and rolled her wheelchair towards her.