"Mother, mother, the vixen is gone!!"

An eleven or twelve-year-old thin little girl ran back from the outside with a crawl, her little face was white, and it was obvious that she was scared.

"Oh, my good daughter, you can be quiet!"

Zhao's mother, who was cooking wild vegetable soup, hurriedly covered her baby daughter's mouth, looked nervously at a certain room not far away, waited for a while, and saw that there was no movement, so she breathed a sigh of relief and let go of her daughter.

"You......"

Raising her hand and poking her daughter's little head, Zhao's mother smiled and said: "This looks like she is about to become a big girl, and when she encounters something, she is still so frizzy, how can she get it!" ”

"Mother, can I be blamed for this? Not the vixen yet! ”

Stomped his feet dissatisfied, glared at his mother in shame and annoyance, and hummed indignantly: "Sooner or later, why didn't you disappear when I was staring at her?" Mother, did you say she did it on purpose? ”

"What the hell is going on? You talk to your mother carefully. ”

Raising her hand and rubbing her daughter's head, Mother Zhao raised her eyebrows, and a gleam flashed in her dark eyes.

"It's not you yet!"

The little mouth pursed, dodging his mother's poisonous hand, and ran to the side, combing his somewhat messy hair, while impatiently telling what had happened.

It turned out that Zhao's mother took Zhao Han away from Xue Miaomiao's house that day, but she was not at ease, worried that she would play some tricks to seduce her son, so she designated her daughter to go to Xue Miaomiao's house to watch.

Once he found that Xue Miaomiao had any trouble, he would notify her as soon as possible.

Half a dozen little girls, the first two days were fine, and they were able to endure their temperament, wandering around Xue Miaomiao's house, and it was not strange that they didn't see anyone.

But after four or five days, the little girl who came early in the morning was a little breathless, and quietly crawled into Xue Miaomiao's house, leaning against the door and window to look in, and was suddenly startled.

No one.

No one?

How could there be no one?

She got up early in the morning to stare at people, so Xue Miaomiao couldn't run away before dawn.

Ignoring anything else, Zhao Rou pried open the window of Xue Miaomiao's house and climbed in.

When I entered, I was immediately startled, the tables, chairs and benches were covered with dust, and at a glance, I knew that the master's house had not been cleaned for at least four or five days.

This...... How is this possible?

Zhao Rou is still a little girl after all, where do she know what to do, she crawled out of Xue Miaomiao's house in a panic, and ran home quickly, which was the beginning of the scene.

"Are you sure she's been empty for a few days?"

Lowering her eyes and pondering, Zhao's mother caught a very important point from her daughter's words, thought about it, and couldn't help but open her mouth to confirm it.

"Surely no one, I haven't seen her for a few days, and I thought she died in the house, but I didn't expect ......"

"Mother's good daughter, your voice is quieter, let your brother hear it, and you can't turn the sky upside down!"

Hurriedly reached out to cover Zhao Rou's mouth, and Zhao's mother glared at her with hatred.

"I was wrong, mother!"

Rolling her eyes dissatisfied, a trace of resentment flashed in Zhao Rou's eyes, and she thought angrily: Brother, brother, brother, mother's eyes will always be only her sick brother, when will there be her and her little brother!!

"Rou'er, you know, your brother has been weak since he was born, and he has been sick again in the past two days, so he has to rest."

didn't miss the trace of dissatisfaction in her daughter's eyes, Zhao's mother hurriedly persuaded her mother-in-law: "It's not that my mother doesn't love you, but your brother is like that, my mother is inevitably a little biased, you are your mother's good daughter, you will understand your mother, right?" ”

It's okay not to persuade this, but once Zhao Rou's face is persuaded, it will be even more ugly.

Let her understand the sick seedling?

So who will understand her?