Group pet big boss milk Huhu: relying on fortune telling is popular in Beijing

Chapter 29 Is the little baby looking for death!

Ye Chuchu and Naituan were hanging on the top of the tree, maybe there were too many people, Naituan was quite frightened, and climbed to a higher place with Ye Chuchu in his mouth!
Ye Chuchu tightly closed his eyes, not daring to look down.

At this moment, the little girl felt that the top of the tree was bent, and the milk ball was hanging in mid-air with her!
Before Ye Chuchu could scream out, she fell from mid-air!
"Help!"

Seeing that he was about to fall to his death on the snow, the next second he fell into the boy's arms.

Ye Chuchu was already terrified, and burst into tears while hugging the boy.

"Woooooooo..."

The soldiers behind were obviously taken aback, they had never seen a crying milk baby falling from the sky since they were young!
What's more, not only did their cruel and ruthless little prince save her, but he also let the little baby cry in his arms!
The young master hates the crying of children the most, what happened today?

The little milk baby's eyes were red from crying, tears hung on her fair and pink cheeks, her nose was red, the two little chirps on top of her head were crooked, her body was also dirty, and she looked very embarrassed.

He even sniffed his snot and rubbed it against the arms of the little marquis, all the tears and snot on his face rubbed against the expensive snow fox fur.

The soldiers behind him clearly saw that their young master frowned slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched subconsciously!

After Ye Chuchu finished crying, she always faintly felt that someone was staring at her, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

Slowly poking her little head out of the boy's arms, she saw several big men staring at her.

That look, that look, that movement, was as funny as it could be!

Faintly, she raised her head and looked at the boy who was hugging her with tears in her eyes.

His complexion is cold and fair, and the wound on his face a few days ago has healed a lot, but on the other side of the brow that is covered by bangs, the hideous scar is there every time he sees him.

"Does it still hurt?"

When he asked this question, the little hands had already touched the young man's face, and the soldiers behind him turned pale with shock, feeling sorry for the little milk baby.

A little milk baby who is less than four years old is not yet an adult, and she will die in Huangquan today, and the reason is that she touched the face of the young master!
Anyone who knows the young master in Dayong knows that the young master's face cannot be touched!Little Hou Ye couldn't be more sympathetic!Don't care most!

But the little girl in front of her touched all the taboos as soon as she came!
Hey,
Everyone sighed, and saved the little milk baby in their hearts!

Little Hou Ye imprisoned her little hand almost instantly, before Ye Chuchu could react, a burning pain came from her hand.

Before he could pull his hand back, the next second the young man strangled her neck tightly, and there was a hint of hostility in those cold eyes, as if he would break the little girl's neck in the next second!
The people behind him were already familiar with the strangeness, and they all looked at him indifferently.

The little girl didn't take his anger to heart, but continued to speak softly:

"I know you won't hurt me."

The boy lowered his eyes and looked at the little milk baby in his arms.

With a pair of clear and clean water eyes, showing deep concern, and a pure and bright smile, Ye Yan stared at her for a long time, and his hand loosened unknowingly.

"Old people often say that it doesn't hurt if you blow it, so give it to your brother at Chuchu~"

As he spoke, he stretched out towards the young man's hand, and looked at the wound on the young man's wrist. Even though the wound had been treated, the wound was painful to look at.

But the boy obviously didn't take it seriously!

Ye Chuchu wanted to ask, but he felt too cold, even if she asked, she knew that the boy would never say anything.

The boy watched the little girl pouting and blowing on his wound, making it tickle and crispy.

(End of this chapter)