My husband is a wife

Chapter 1339 He Said I Was His Baby
People are not grass and trees, how can he do it?
Ao Po suddenly retracted the palm that was pinching her neck, as if touching a hot potato, he stood up quickly, turned around and left.

"Brother Po...don't go...don't leave Bing'er...ah..." Seeing that he was going to leave, Ao Bing didn't care about his breath or his weak body, and wanted to chase him after getting up No, I don't want to, my body is too weak, I just want to stand up, and my body falls weakly to the bed.

Ao Po, who was about to leave, turned around quickly when he heard her scream, just in time to see her body falling on the bed, his heart was gripped suddenly, before he could think, his hands seemed to have his own consciousness, and he stepped forward to hold her body Caught it.

Aobing immediately hugged him tightly, as if he was worried that he would pull him away again, and cried aggrievedly: "Brother Po... don't throw Bing'er down again... Woo... Binger misses home so much... misses father so much Me and Mommy..."

Ao Po's eyes became hot, he struggled for a long time, finally couldn't bear it anymore, hugged her back tightly: "You are not dead, why don't you go home?"

Aobing was wronged, sad, and said sadly: "Bing'er wanted to go home... but got lost... I searched for a long time... woo... I couldn't find my way home."

"Lost?" Ao Po let go of her, only to realize that there was a touch of childishness on her tearful face, and her sad expression was like a child who couldn't find her way home. Could it be that she was really like Xiahou Huan'er? As he said, her IQ is really only eight years old?

He couldn't bear it a bit, and asked in a trembling voice, "Bing'er, tell me, how old are you?"

Ao Bing raised his head, looked at him, frowned, and complained childishly: "Brother Po, has your memory deteriorated? Bing'er is eight years old."

a bolt from the blue……

Back in the capital, Xiahou Huan'er told him that her IQ was only eight years old. He always thought it was a story she made up, but he didn't expect it to be true.

Ao Po couldn't bear the blow.

"Brother Po, what's wrong with you? Where are daddy and mommy? I miss them so much..." Ao Bing tugged at his sleeve and asked.

Ao Po put her back on the bed, reached out and stroked the top of her head, her gloomy face was obscure.

"Brother Po..." Seeing that he was silent, Ao Bing became a little anxious.

"Bing'er, your illness is still not cured, you should rest." Ao Po didn't know how to tell her that their parents had passed away.

He pulled the quilt for her, and inadvertently saw the obvious finger prints on her neck, and his heart sank.

He took out the ointment calmly and wiped it on her neck without leaving any traces.

"I miss Daddy, Mommy..." Aobing said aggrievedly.

Ao Po paused, then changed the subject: "Tell me, how have you been doing these years?"

Ao Bing blinked his misty eyes, as if he didn't quite understand what he said.

Ao Po sighed: "In the past, did you live happily?"

Aobing nodded immediately, with a sweet smile on his childish face: "Happy, Liangchen Meijing will cook me a lot of delicious food, Yu loves me very much, he said I am his baby."

When Locus was mentioned, Aobing's eyes lit up.

When Ao Po heard his name, his dark eyes seemed to be filled with ice cubes, with a frightening coldness shining, his face turned ashen, his powerful fists clenched tightly, rattling.

Indulging in his own world, Aobing didn't realize that the man around him had a strong killing intent, so he said proudly: "Yu really loves me, apart from Daddy, Mommy and Brother Po, I love him the most." .”

(End of this chapter)