Don't make trouble for the male god of fast crossing

Chapter 227 The Poor God Asks for a Hug (3)

After a day's rest, Bai Xixi went to see Fang Ci, but Ying Ping didn't stop her.

The room Ying Ping arranged for Fang Ci was quite simple, and she almost gave him the firewood room.

When Bai Xixi came in, she couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, wondering if she should be so pitiful.

Fang Ci woke up early, staring at her in fear.

"Fu... General Fu Xiaoxiao, why... am I here?"

The boy couldn't even speak a complete sentence intermittently.

Bai Xixi: "..."

"You can't even speak well, the general is not called Fufu Xiaoxiao, will you speak with your tongue straight?" Ying Ping roared.

Fang Ci glanced into Bai Xixi's eyes, as if frightened, he immediately shrank back, buried his head even lower, and couldn't even utter a word now.

Bai Ximo, she felt that she was like a bully bullying her little daughter-in-law now, with a hideous appearance.

Ying Ping couldn't stand it any longer, and came up and shouted: "Are you a coward! You were too scared to lift your head without the general saying a word, what about the young master, no wonder you are being bullied by others."

Fang Ci's body was shaking, shaking, shaking, swaying over there.

Bai Xixi twitched the corner of her mouth, stepped forward and tugged Ying Ping.

Ying Ping glared at Fang Ci resentfully, before backing away.

Bai Xixi walked to Fang Ci, knelt down, and stared at him.

Fang Ci wanted to turn his head, but she held him down.

Not to mention anything else, this kid really looks like a little boy.

It might be a good thing to be kept in captivity. In the original plot line, Fang Ci was also favored by several aristocratic princes, but Fang Ci didn't follow suit.

This time, it was also because Fang Ci didn't know what was good or bad, so he rejected the son of a high-ranking boss. The boss' son got angry and set fire to him in a fit of anger.

Bai Xixi raised her hand suddenly, Ying Ping stepped forward and handed her a pen and paper.

He bowed his head and wrote a few words, threw them to Fang Ci, then turned and walked out.

Because Ying Ping was a little curious, when she went out, she looked back at the paper on the ground that had not been picked up by Fang Ci, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

It is quite uncomfortable to be unable to speak with her voice. Apart from being able to utter a few syllables, as long as she speaks, she makes a particularly unpleasant sound of pulling a chainsaw.

In the end, she just gave up talking, and stopped talking if she didn't speak, because she still had paper and pen anyway.

Not a big deal either.

"General, the president asked you to come over, saying that he has something important to discuss." Ying Ping came in and said boldly.

Bai Xixi wrote two simple words and gave it to her: don't go.

Ying Ping: "..."

She knew that the general decision made by her own general could not be changed even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu came, so she resigned herself to reply to the person who came to inform.

Said that his general was severely damaged by the fire a few days ago and could not speak, so it was inconvenient to go there.

Fortunately, what she said was not false, the general really can't speak now.

Presumably the president will not blame, after all, the general's military exploits are outstanding.

Bai Xixi spent three or four days leisurely like this. On the fifth day, when she just left the house, she saw a poor little boy wandering outside.

Clutched in his hand was a crumpled piece of paper.

Bai Xixi glanced at the piece of paper, then smiled slightly, walked over slowly, and slowly stretched out her hand.

Fang Ci was stunned for a moment, as if there were stars shining in his eyes, he blushed for a long time and stretched out his hand to put it on.

Under the sun, the figures of men and women with their hands folded are set off with a soft light, the years are quiet, and the time is frightened, and no one can bear to disturb it.

(End of this chapter)