Miss arrogant straw bag

Chapter 961 Is He Very Old
Rong Linxiao directly picked up the little boy and said, "I'll just hug him."

"Okay." Tang Zijun didn't feel anything, nodded and walked to the side door.

There are still crowds at the door, it seems that everyone is scrambling for steamed buns.

Is this the monthly donation from the temple?

Why don't you organize the organization, make a queue or something, so what if there is a stampede?
After entering the temple through the side door, Rong Linxiao found the place familiarly, and He Yi had arrived earlier, and everything was arranged.

"Master, what's the matter?" He Yi looked at the little boy in Rong Linxiao's arms in surprise.

"I'm injured, find someone to treat his wound." Rong Linxiao said, and put the little boy on the ground.

He Yi nodded, reaching out to pick up the little boy.

The little boy flinched and glanced at Tang Zijun timidly.

Tang Zijun chuckled lightly and said, "Let's fetch some water and let him deal with it."

He Yi must have wound medicine on his body. As for the gauze, there shouldn't be any problem, and it can be easily resolved.

Rong Linxiao glanced at He Yi, and He Yi went out to fetch water.

He came back quickly and brought a clean cloth.

Tang Zijun quickly dealt with the little boy. The little boy didn't cry during the whole process, and he was quite strong.

"You're so good, you don't cry." Tang Zijun praised the little boy with a smile.

"Have you eaten yet? Come eat with us." The little boy Tang Zijun invited, "And then you can take the steamed buns home."

The little boy glanced at the sumptuous food on the table, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then shook his head and said: "No, mother hasn't eaten yet, I want to take the steamed buns back."

Tang Zijun smiled and said, "Let's go. We'll go there with you."

The little boy was taken aback, and stared blankly at Tang Zijun.

"He Yi, pack these dishes." After Tang Zijun finished speaking, He Yi neatly packed them all up and put them in a food box.

I bought a lot of steamed buns from the temple, and then I took the little boy down the mountain.

The little boy was held in Rong Linxiao's arms, and he still felt a little dazed. How did things become like this?

The little boy pointed out the direction to Tang Zijun and the others in a daze, and took Tang Zijun to his home smoothly.

Sure enough, it is quite poor. In the narrow alleys and low-rise houses, the living environment is quite messy.

At the door of a small house, the little boy whispered, "Here we are."

Rong Linxiao put him down, and the little boy ran in immediately, shouting, "Mom, I'm back."

"Little Treasure, what's the matter? How did you get hurt? Let mother take a look." Hearing the voice in the room, Tang Zijun's lips curled up.

"Mother, I'm fine. A kind sister and uncle sent me back." The little boy's words made the muscles on Rong Linxiao's face stiffen.

Why sister and uncle?
Is he very old?

This heartless boy, he hugged him all the way for nothing.

Immediately afterwards, the dilapidated wooden door was opened, and a thin woman came out.

She doesn't look very old, but because of the hardships of life, she was infected with vicissitudes early.

"Miss Young Master, thank you all." The woman hurriedly saluted and said politely.

"You're welcome." Tang Zijun smiled, "Little Treasure is very good. Let's take him back on the way, this is his property."

Upon hearing this, He Yi immediately handed over the food box and a bag of steamed buns.

(End of this chapter)