Depth of pampering: Poison tongue son loli mother

A certain young genius with great vigilance noticed it immediately.

"Are you crying? What happened?"

"I didn't." The more Mu Bao'er wanted to hold back crying, the more she couldn't hold back.

People will always weaken in front of those who really care about themselves, because there is no need to pretend to be strong, and there will be people who care about you.

"Where are you? I'll go find you."

"Don't come, anyway, I'm fine." Mu Baoer said sullenly, this is Hanlie's villa, and she was afraid that the two of them would have conflicts.

This is a cold place, which is definitely not good for Ling Kong.

"Stop talking nonsense, do you think I can't find you if you don't tell me? You wait for me."

Ling Kong ignored her weak resistance at all, made a very domineering decision, and then hung up the phone.

What a domineering and domineering child, Mu Baoer, who was beeping her phone with a helpless expression on her face.

I was worried but also moved. Although I really didn't want him to come, but I really hoped to see this little guy in my heart. After all, I really didn't want to be alone at a time like this.

When, she was so weak that she had to rely on a child.

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Half an hour later, seeing Ling Kong standing in front of the door, Mu Baoer was dumbfounded.

Well, in fact, she still can't believe that he was found so quickly and smoothly, such a genius, how can others live.

"How did you come in? That Han Lie actually let you in like this?" Mu Baoer was very surprised.

No matter how you look at it, Han Lie doesn't look like that kind of kind person.

"Anyway, I have something to do, don't worry about it so much." Ling Kong walked to the bed, leaned over, and stared at her red eyes, "I did cry, why are you crying?"

Immediately thinking of something, he was furious: "Did that damned man do something to you?"

As if he was so angry that he wanted to draw a gun to fight Han Lie, Mu Baoer hurriedly hugged his waist, this little devil should not mess around, killing people is not for fun, what is Han Lie's identity, everyone I can't even eat and walk around.

"No, if he really dared to do anything to me, I would have died with him long ago."

"Then why are you so sad?" Xiao Lingkong looked at her carefully, seeing that her expression was not fake, his expression softened a little.

Mu Baoer was funny: "Can't I be sad occasionally? People will always have sad things, and crying is also a good thing. It is scientifically proven that crying can expel toxins, so crying from time to time is definitely good for the body."

"He was chattering and changing the subject again. For a person like you, things that really make you feel uncomfortable are definitely not simple things."

There are people in the world who understand her so well, Mu Baoer's eyes are red, and the feeling of being understood almost moved her to tears.

It seems that in loneliness, I have found someone to rely on, even though this object is just a child.

But it made her very grateful.

But this kind of thing, let her say it.

What's more, she likes him very much, and she wants to try her best to have a perfect image in his heart. She doesn't want him to know that she is a woman who has been ruined by others. This is also the bottom line of her self-esteem.

"I'm just thinking about some sad things from the past."

"Is it sad?"

"Ah."

"Then let's vent it by crying. You must be so uncomfortable later because you didn't cry well at the time."

"Really?" Mu Baoer was very suspicious.

"Why would I lie to you!" Xiao Lingkong plausibly said.

"Then you lend me your shoulder so that I can cry."

Mu Bao'er brazenly pulled him over, regardless of his staring eyes, she lay facelessly on his small shoulders, hugged his small waist, and silently closed her eyes.

Xiao Lingkong froze for a moment, hesitated for a while, and gently hugged her with his backhand.

Mu Baoer was startled, her heart was sour and touched, and her tears burst out suddenly.

I can't cry because no one will hold her like this child and comfort her clumsily.