"That's enough." Fu Xinian drank coldly on the bed, this woman really opened a dyeing workshop with a few colors. Does she know that if she continues to talk like this, it is strange that Sun Jiaming, the demon king of the mixed world, does not kill her.

But the stubborn little woman in front of her obviously didn't appreciate his affection, and when she spoke again, she was already included in him, "Fu Xinian, you are used to him like this." ……”

Suddenly, Song Wenbei's words came to an abrupt end, he was just a nominal little aunt, so what qualifications did he have to accuse other people's children.

Seeing that Song Wenbei finally stopped the machine cannon in his mouth, Fu Xinian's dark face finally turned a little, but Xiao Qingmei couldn't help it, "Song Wenbei, you know that Jia Ming has no mother, and you deliberately say that he has no parental discipline, do you think it's interesting that you compete with your child so much!" ”

No, no mother? She really doesn't know! If you know, how could she be so difficult for a child. In a mess, Song Wenbei secretly glanced at Fu Xinian, and saw that he was not too angry before relieving himself. turned his gaze to Sun Jiaming again, and his little face was already full of shame that could not be concealed.

"Shut up!" Sun Jiaming glared at Qiao Anyi fiercely, and said coldly, as if he was mocking her for her troubles, but there was obviously a cry in his voice. The little child was obviously uncomfortable in such an atmosphere, Sun Jiaming ran out with his legs, and took a deep look at Song Wenbei before leaving. Song Wenbei's back was cold, and the child's eyes were ...... She had never seen such a deep resentment in the eyes of a small child.

"I'll chase it." Song Wenbei secretly hated himself for why he had to compete with a child, if he had three longs and two shorts, he would really be frustrated......

"Hey, you wait." Song Wenbei ran out of breath in the back, looking at the little guy in front of him who was also obviously lacking in strength, panting heavily.

"Don't follow me, I hate you women." Sun Jiaming crossed his waist in front of him, and his tone was fierce.

"Hate women? Hahaha, little one, how old you are, you hate women. Song Wenbei was amused at the child's precociousness, and the mood that had just been annoyed was so improved.

"I'm not young anymore, I can already cook, help my aunt at home with housework, and shoot with my father......" Sun Jiaming gushed about what he would do, but Song Wenbei had a sour nose in an instant. He, it seems, is only 7 or 8 years old, but he has to take on so many things by himself, and be a perfect good child in the eyes of everyone. But when I was 7 or 8 years old, I seemed to care about the food made by my mother, the invitation of my friends outside, and the fun amusement park......

Thinking of this, Song Wenbei hooked his fingers and motioned for the child in front of him to come over, since he had just called her a little aunt, he didn't care about him, and by the way, he did his duty as a little aunt, anyway, I am afraid I will not have a chance in the future......

"What." Sun Jiaming pouted, but his legs moved reluctantly. Seeing him approaching, Song Wenbei smiled and bent her eyes, and she said, how could there be a little guy who couldn't handle it, as a child killer.

"I'll take you to a good place." Song Wenbei blinked mysteriously and took him directly to the largest amusement park in the city. Children, I think they all like it.

"Childish." Sun Jiaming pursed his lips, with a look of disdain on his face, but in his heart he hoped that Song Wenbei would not regret it, no one had ever brought him to such a place.

"Then, we're good to go." Song Wenbei pretended to have a regret on his face, turned around and was about to leave, but his arm was grabbed, "Since you want to play so much, then the young master will be merciful to accompany you." A snicker appeared at the corner of Song Wenbei's mouth, she knew it...... But it doesn't say, "Yes!" Thank you for being with me. Okay. ”

Haunted houses, Ferris wheels, merry-go-rounds...... Song Wenbei pulled the little ghosts around her to play one by one until the sky was slightly drunk. Suddenly, Song Wenbei patted his head, it's over, how did he forget about business! I still have to help the one in the ward propose......

After thinking about it, the inexperienced Song Wenbei didn't know what it was necessary to propose, so he could only be angry at his recklessness, why did he boast about Gu Shuning at that time. It was Sun Jiaming's mention of the party arrangement that made her inspired! That's right, isn't it ribbon latte art?

After running back and forth to several markets, Song Wenbei just wanted to take Sun Jiaming next to him to have a good meal to celebrate, but found that the children around him were gone! God, have you lost the emperor's rhythm! If Fu Xinian knew, thinking about his cold gaze, Song Wenbei shuddered...... But where will he go?

Suddenly, Song Wenbei remembered that there was a fat woman just now, who always looked at Sun Jiaming as if she was passing by her, and since then, she didn't seem to hear his voice again, no, she met a human trafficker!

Song Wenbei was shocked, but he could only keep reminding himself to be calm and calm. Thinking back to the location of the department store just now, Song Wenbei rushed back almost with all his strength, and the pedestrians on the road looked at the woman who was running like the wind, full of doubts. Song Wenbei couldn't care about other people's eyes, and after asking a few times to no avail, she felt that the sky was about to fall. Sun Jiaming believes in himself so much, but he ......

"Miss, are you looking for a child?" An aunt next to her saw Song Wenbei squatting helplessly on the ground, and asked.

Song Wenbei stood up from the ground almost in a second, and the sudden standing made her a little dizzy, but she couldn't care about it at the moment, she took her aunt's hand, her eyes were full of pleading, "Auntie, have you seen that child?" Tell me, where is he? Song Wenbei's voice was mixed with crying, and when the aunt saw her anxious appearance, she stroked her back and advised her not to worry, "That child was just taken away by a fat woman, it seems that he is going over there." The aunt pointed to a path ahead, Song Wenbei smiled gratefully at the aunt, and ran in the direction of the path. The aunt stood in place, stunned for two seconds, and shook her head, girl, you are alone, how can you save that child from the hands of human traffickers......

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the path in front of him is getting narrower and narrower, Song Wenbei took out his mobile phone and trembled with light, trembling in his heart, but he could only grit his teeth and walk forward. There are few homes on the road, except for a dilapidated hut not far away, which looks like it was made of scrap boards.

Song Wenbei was taken aback, Jia Ming, it wouldn't be taken there. Song Wenbei, who had ignited hope, couldn't care what kind of Longtan tiger's den it was, and accelerated the pace on his feet.

In front of the door, Song Wenbei tentatively called out, "Jia Ming? There was no answer from the door, only a "woo woo" **. Song Wenbei was overjoyed, it seems that Sun Jiaming is really here! As soon as he tried to push the door, the door was opened by the people inside, revealing the face of a strange man.