How can the president be fierce

Chapter 771 Has she forgotten that she still has a son?

At that time, they didn't get along very happily, and later on, they didn't have much time to play together.

He didn't even remember when she had pampered him like this.

...Or, never had.

"Tell me, has she forgotten that she has a son..." he asked, his childish voice was already slightly choked.

"Master, don't think so, my wife must miss you very much."

"But when she left, she left me nothing. I said something that hurt her heart. She hated me, so she left without leaving me anything."

The driver sighed softly: "Master..."

……

The sun was shining brightly, and the thin clothes were hung to dry on the bank of the river, pressed down with a few small stones to prevent them from being blown away by the wind.

With a piece of dogtail grass in her mouth, Qing Xiaomo lay on the grassy slope at a 45-degree angle with her hands on her pillow, and the pudding, who was obviously sleepy after eating and drinking, lay on her stomach.

A few beautifully shaped clouds floated in the sky, blocking the harsh sunlight. She hummed a soothing tune, and soon heard Little Pudding's even and deep breathing.

Before I knew it, I fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn't until the dull sound of thunder came from a distance, bringing with it gusts of humid cool wind, that he woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the black cloud that was slowly approaching not far away fell into his eyes.

This damn weather.

She hastily woke up Little Pudding who was still asleep, and hurried to the river to pick up the dry little clothes and help her put them on, then wrapped her coat around her, and muttered: "Don't be afraid." Don't have a fever... please, please, don't..."

Little Pudding rubbed her eyes sleepily, and reminded her: "Ma Ma, fish..."

The few fish I caught in my idle time were still swimming in the small puddle I dug.

"No, Ma Ma didn't bring a bucket today, we can't take it back, I'll play with you tomorrow, let's go home first, it's going to rain soon."

"No! Fish!"

"Hey, be obedient, Mama will bring you back tomorrow."

"no no no!"

Little Pudding backed away again and again, refusing to be hugged by her, with anxious tears rolling in his eyes: "Fish! My fish! Woooo... Ma Ma... Fish!"

Qing Xiaomo couldn't hold her back, so she compromised in the end, turned around and picked up a discarded plastic bottle, and put the fish and shrimp in the small pit for her with painstaking efforts.

Standing up together, the dark cloud has already approached in the blink of an eye.

Scattered raindrops fell on the arms.

Qing Xiaomo frowned, bent down and hugged her to the shore, and unexpectedly found that the black private car was still parked by the roadside! !

Just as I was about to go there and ask if I could give them a ride, I saw a slender and tall figure walking leisurely from a distance.

Wearing a simple off-white casual outfit, holding an umbrella in his hand, with a clean and calm appearance, he forcibly walked out of a kind of leisurely and peaceful wind in the wind and rain!

Fortunately, fortunately!

She breathed a sigh of relief, and rushed over in a few steps: "Student, you came to pick us up with a foot injury, thank you so much."

Ji Shengbai handed her the umbrella, and reached out to take the little pudding over: "I'll do it."

Little Pudding immediately pointed to the bottle containing the fish in a showy manner, arbitrarily crediting himself with the credit: "Fish! Fish! I caught it! Me!"

The man glanced lightly: "I see."

The three words he didn't have much emotion disappointed Little Pudding somewhat, so he pouted and leaned on his shoulder and stopped talking.

(End of this chapter)