Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 130 Little bowl, don't scare me

When Qing Dai said one sentence, Mo Xiaowan could reply ten sentences, she kept dishing dishes, and even quoted scriptures, endlessly, Qing Dai's head would explode!
Fortunately, a flash of lightning flashed across the night sky, followed by thunder rolling down.

Mo Xiaowan, who was beaming with joy, suddenly threw the chicken leg, rushed over and hugged Qing Dai tightly.

She didn't have the strength just now at all, her momentum was a little weaker, and her voice was a little miserable.

"Baby Qingdai, it's thundering..."

She is afraid of thunder?
After each sound of thunder, Mo Xiaowan burrowed into her arms even harder, holding her tightly with both hands, the tighter and tighter the hug, it made Qing Dai gasp for breath.

Uncle Lu is right, Xiaowan looks like a little tiger, but in fact he is only two or six years old, still a child.

Being two years older than her, Qing Dai felt pity for her, and stretched out her hand to hold her in her arms.

"Little bowl, don't be afraid!"

After a burst of thunder, another burst followed, perhaps because Qing Dai let Mo Xiaowan find a familiar memory, and the hand holding her finally relaxed a little.

But this relaxation, the body stopped shaking, and the mouth began to speak nonsense again.

"He aimed at it, I'm not afraid..."

"What the hell are you afraid of when you hit thunder!"

"Feng Zimo, why are you a mother? Isn't it just a thunderstorm, what the hell are you afraid of? Seeing your pale face, come, I will protect you, Mo Xiaowan is not afraid..."

What's wrong with Xiaowan?
Do you regard her as someone else?
With the weak light in the room, Qingdai saw Mo Xiaowan's eyes turned white, at first, Xiaowan put his arms around her hand, but did not pat her on the shoulder once.

"Go away, go away, beast, don't touch my mother..."

"Mo Xiaocheng, are you a man? If you bully a woman, you will go to hell..."

"Mo Xiaocheng, I will smash you to death, I will smash you to death..."

"Mother, Xiao Lang, don't be afraid, there is a small bowl..."

Mo Xiaowan was not as quiet as before, his little paws waved wildly, almost scratching Hua Qingdai's face a few times.

Qingdai had to hug her and prevent her from scratching herself, it was miserable.

She was quite frightened: "Xiaowan, are you crazy?"

wrong!

Her eyes are white?

As a medical girl, with her instinct, Qing Dai feels that although she relaxes her hands, she must be more afraid. It seems that she is immersed in the terrible memories of the past...

"Little bowl, wake up. What's wrong with you?"

While patting her little face, Qing Dai yelled wildly: "Little Wan, don't scare me, wake up soon..."

After a loud thunderstorm, it began to rain heavily outside the woodshed.

The strong wind blew open the door of the woodshed, the raindrops hit the ground, and the sand and dust were rolled up, rushing towards Qingdai and Mo Xiaowan.

The raindrops hit the tiles, and it seemed that the tiles above her head had been smashed. From time to time, raindrops splashed down and landed on her and Xiaowan's faces.

It's a pity that the coolness of the raindrops didn't wake Xiao Wan up, instead her eyes and face turned pale, and then her body trembled in her arms.

Qing Dai was so scared that she wanted to cry: "Xiaowan, don't scare me, wake up, don't die..."

With a "bang", the door of the firewood room fell down, and Xuanyuanchen broke through the door.

Before Qingdai could react, the white-faced Mo Xiaowan had already fallen into the arms of Eighth King Xuanyuanchen. He glanced at Mo Xiaowan in his arms with a complicated expression, and disappeared into the rain curtain with his arms around her.

"Girl, you did a good job."

At this time, Uncle Lu's shadow swayed at the door of the firewood room, and threw an umbrella to Qingdai: "You are tired too, go back and rest!"

"My lord, wait for the servant."

After finishing speaking, Uncle Lu held up a big umbrella and ran after Xuanyuan Chen: "It's raining heavily, don't spoil that little girl's film..."

(End of this chapter)