Milk Tuan is four and a half years old, and his seven brothers dote on him vigorously

Chapter 1 The Poor Apple Seller

December 24.

The city A that had just snowed was terribly cold, and when the cold wind blew, his little face was flushed red from the cold.

She was dressed very thinly, a sweater picked out of a trash can, dirty and torn with several holes, the four-and-a-half-year-old shivered continuously when the wind blew.

She was holding a basket of apples, her soft voice kept trembling.

"Guopuo, do you want to buy Ping An fruit?"

"Sister, let's buy an apple, it's very sweet." She took small steps, kept chasing after the crowd, and peddled the apples in the small basket step by step, but no one was willing to take a second look at her.

Standing in the chilly wind with her head down, her cheeks were flushed red, and her ears were covered with chilblains, as if they would fall off her head if she touched them.

The dilapidated basket made her hands full of blood bubbles, but she dared not let go.

My stomach growled, and the apple that others sneered at was a rare delicacy in Mianmian's eyes.

Before going out, Mianmian only ate a little bit of dog food.

The rice was dirty and black, left over from the dog.

Looking at those beautifully packaged apples, she swallowed softly, but didn't dare to touch any of them. She was obviously tired, hungry and dizzy, but she still supported her small body and continued to sell.

Because Ying Hongmei said that if she couldn't sell these apples, her legs would be broken.

When she stood up again, Mianmian couldn't hold on any longer, her small body couldn't stop falling forward, and fell into the snow.

"Well."

The apples in the basket rolled and were covered in dirty slush.

Mianmian felt that she was about to die of pain, but she still supported her body and got up quickly, rushing towards the pile of falling apples.

She stretched out her little hand, tremblingly trying to wipe off the slush, but the blood bubbles on her hand were wiped off, making the apple covered with blood, and it became even dirtier in an instant. At this moment, a woman suddenly stepped forward and roughly took the apple from Mianmian's hand: "You useless bastard, you can't even hold an apple!"

Ying Hongmei cursed and twisted Mianmian's flesh while talking.

"I didn't do it on purpose...don't hit me..." Mianmian wanted to hide, but she couldn't dodge no matter what, tears fell down, very pitiful.

Ying Hongmei stared at Mianmian, unable to get angry, she stretched out her hand to pinch the tender flesh on Mianmian's body: "You bastard! You lose money! You can't even sell an apple!"

Mianmian was so frightened that she squatted on the spot and did not dare to move. Ying Hongmei didn't care about her food every day, so Mianmian could only wait for Ying Hongmei's dog to eat enough, and steal the dog's food while the dog was asleep.

Sometimes the dog finds her, and the dog will press her under the paw and bite her shoulder or leg.

Now that she's a little older, Ying Hongmei takes her out into the street and asks her to pretend to be pitiful and sympathetic so that she can make money.

But now that Apple is dirty and cannot make any money, she is useless, and Ying Hongmei will beat her to death.

Mianmian raised her head, her eyes were watery, she didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly ran towards Ying Hongmei's back.

"You bitch, how dare you run away!"

Ying Hongmei cursed and chased after her: "Stop for me! See if I don't peel your skin off!"

Mian Mian ran desperately, but she was too hungry, too tired, and too cold to run at all. She was about to be caught by Ying Hongmei after only a few steps.

Mianmian looked into the distance in despair, what to do, is she really going to die?
Mianmian's head was dizzy and she couldn't see the way at all. In the next second, Mianmian bumped into something, and her small body fell backwards.

Mianmian raised her head and looked towards the sky.

In the blur, she seemed to see a few figures...

Who are they?

……

Mian Mian thought she was going to die, but she felt waves of warmth rushing towards her.

Mianmian raised her heavy eyelids, and looked at the person in front of her in a daze.

I saw a little brother supporting her.

The little brother glanced at the clothes that were stained by Mian Mian, and rarely pushed her away.

He raised his eyes and looked at Ying Hongmei with a cold face: "This is your child?"

The little brother's childish face, only twelve or thirteen years old, made Ying Hongmei feel nervous.

Gritting her teeth, she pretended to be calm and said, "Of course it's mine! Don't meddle in your own business, you little brat!"

Ying Hongmei stepped forward and stretched out her hand to push him, but the bodyguards behind the young man restrained the pusher's hand.

"You, let go!" Ying Hongmei couldn't react for a moment, and when she wanted to withdraw her hand, she moved too much. The snow under her feet slipped, and Ying Hongmei fell directly to the ground.

She grinned her teeth in pain, and glared at the boy in front of her: "What are you doing, little bastard, this is my family's business, so don't meddle in my own business!"

The young man was already outstanding in appearance, and he was the focus of the crowd wherever he went. The movement at this end attracted the attention of many people.

"What's the situation?"

"It seems that this boy pushed this woman?"

"This woman said that this little girl is her daughter, but it doesn't look like it. Whose mother can bear her daughter wearing such things in the cold?"

Realizing something was wrong, Ying Hongmei got up and was about to run, the young man said in a cold voice, "Grab her."

Several bodyguards moved in response, and pressed Ying Hongmei to the ground in two or three strokes.

"You, what are you doing!"

"Let go of me!" Ying Hongmei struggled cursing, her face turned blue from being pressed in the snow mud.

"Call the police." The boy's voice was cold.

Even if this woman is the biological mother of this little milk baby, she shouldn't abuse a child like this.

Two bodyguards carried Ying Hongmei to the direction of the police station. At this moment, another person came behind the young man. He glanced at Ying Hongmei who was being carried away, then at Li Beichen and the dirty girl in his arms. Xixi Xiaotuanzi's face was full of shock: "You, are you still Brother Chen? Could it be that you are possessed by something else?"

The Li Beichen he knew would never meddle in other people's business, let alone hug a dirty little dumpling.

You know, Li Beichen has a serious obsession with cleanliness. Whenever others touch him, he will be allergic and develop rashes all over his body. Therefore, even the members of the Li family keep Li Beichen at a respectful distance, which also makes Li Beichen's temperament extremely withdrawn!

But now, Li Beichen is actually holding a dirty little girl?

"Brother Chen, are you okay, do you feel uncomfortable?" Shen Yunting looked at him worriedly.

Li Beichen froze for a moment, then shook his head.

He didn't feel any discomfort.

Seeing the little guy's dirty face, his always withdrawn heart actually felt a little distressed because of this, making him who never pays attention to these trivial matters uncharacteristically.

Shen Yunting looked at the unconscious Nai Tuanzi in Li Beichen's arms, and seeing her red and swollen face and ears full of chilblains, Shen Yunting couldn't help feeling distressed, and said with emotion: "This child is too miserable."

Li Beichen was startled, and looked down at Mianmian in his arms.

"Send it to the hospital first."

(End of this chapter)