The farce didn't officially end until 11 o'clock in the evening. In order to avoid any incidents, Meng Yuer said that Xiao Che went to her room to rest tonight.

When Meng Yu'er unfolded her warm and soft lotus arms and took Xiao Che into her arms, humming a lullaby softly, a stream of warm tears quietly soaked Meng Yu'er's water-green silk nightdress.

Feeling Xiao Che sobbing quietly in her arms, Meng Yu'er asked softly, "Xiao Che, do you miss your mother?" ”

"Uh-huh!" The little kid nodded, his nasal voice mixed with a crying tone, and sobbed: "Woo woo... You and my mother are like you, she used to sing lullabies when she put me to sleep. ”

When Meng Yuer just remembered, her mother died. may be similar to Xiao Che's experience, which allows Meng Yuer to clearly feel the longing for her mother and her desire for maternal love.

With a bitter smile, Meng Yu'er hugged Xiao Che tightly, like a loving mother, and said softly and lovingly: "Xiao Che, if you want, call me mother in the future." ”

Hearing this, the little kid cried even more, and got into Meng Yuer's arms, crying and shouting: "Mom, Mom, love me again." ”

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Early the next morning, Meng Yuer slowly woke up from her sleep. opened the beautiful eyes of the water and stared at the sleeping Xiao Che with a smile, and there was a happy smile on the pink face, which was very cute.

Maybe it was because I cried for too long last night, and the little boy's long eyelashes were still stained with small crystal tears.

Seeing this scene, Meng Yu'er involuntarily kissed the little child's forehead and whispered, "Xiao Che, my mother will not leave you again in the future." ”

At this time, Meng Yuer seemed to have regarded the little child as her own biological child.

After tucking the summer quilt for the little brat, Meng Yuer tiptoed out of bed, quietly pushed open the door and walked out.

But at the moment when Meng Yuer pushed the door out, the little kid suddenly opened his big clear eyes...

"Uncle Da, why didn't you see Wu Yong, he shouldn't have overslept." Meng Yu'er leaned back on the soft leather chair and asked softly.

Uncle Da turned the steering wheel and responded with a smile: "Miss, Wu Yong said that he suffered an internal injury and needs to recuperate for a day. So, I took it upon myself to take a day off for him, and it didn't get in the way. ”

Internal?

Hearing this, the little witch lightly raised her willow eyebrows, snorted coldly, and pouted: "Isn't it just that I have a little nosebleed, and I have internal injuries, I think this Wu Yong is probably pretending to be sick and doesn't want to go to school." ”

said that Wu Yong suffered serious internal injuries, and Uncle Da didn't believe it. When he gave Wu Yong a soothing muscle and blood last night, he didn't feel like Wu Yong was seriously injured.

But Wu Yong fell from the second floor after all, and was hit in the back of the head by the second lady who threw down the flower pot, even if he was not seriously injured, he would inevitably break his muscles and bones.

With a sneer, Uncle Da nagged bitterly: "Second Miss, Wu Yong may not be pretending to be sick. Falling from the second floor of seven or eight meters high, Rao is strong body, and he can't bear such a toss. Second Miss..."

Before Uncle Da could finish speaking, the quirky little witch had already guessed what Uncle Da was going to say next.

Don't think about it, it must be to advise Meng Ling'er to be cautious when beating people in the future, and not to make a lot of life.

The little witch glanced at Uncle Da, who had gray temples, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Okay, okay, I know, I won't beat people in the future." I'm tired of hearing these few words over and over again. ”

Seeing Meng Ling'er confronting Uncle Da who was kindly persuaded by him, Meng Yu'er glared at her sister and reminded in a solemn tone: "Ling'er, talk to Uncle Da well." ”

The little witch spat out her tongue at her sister, and then turned her head to look out the window.

Suddenly, the little witch let out an exclamation, and shouted in a coquettish voice with an anxious face: "Oh, it's broken, it's broken, I forgot to bring the paper I prepared." What can I do, if I don't turn it in in time, the teacher will definitely let me fail. ”

"Papers? How I didn't know that a teacher assigned a paper. ”

Meng Ling'er drooped her eyelids and said speechlessly: "Sister, you haven't been to class for more than a month, how can you know about this." ”

After thinking for a moment, Meng Yu'er said softly: "Uncle Da, you and Ling'er go home to get the paper first." Stopping here, I took my own taxi to school. ”

The situation was urgent, and Uncle Da was not allowed to think too much, so he had to do what the eldest lady ordered.

As soon as Uncle Da stopped the car, the little witch pushed the door and got out of the car first, "Sister, you go to school with Uncle Da first, and I'll go back and get the paper myself." By the way, remember to ask the teacher for a leave of absence. Love you, Momoda! ”

As soon as the words fell, the little witch's slender figure had already blended into the crowd and disappeared...

At this time, in a bedroom of Mengfu Villa, Wu Yong was paralyzed on the bed like a dead corpse, humming in his mouth, and moaning in pain from time to time.

"Hey... Yo, this damn little witch, you really want to kill me. Wu Yong raised his arm weakly, grinning and rubbing the swollen bag on his head.

Nie Xiaoqian was indifferent to Wu Yong's complaints and moans, she was engrossed in studying the gold leaf rune paper that the little kid threw into the room yesterday.

After pondering for a long time, Nie Xiaoqian walked to the bed with the gold leaf rune paper, and a solemn look appeared on her delicate face.

"Wu Yong, this should be a mute note. It's not a good grade, but once activated, it can get rid of all the sound of the surrounding ten square meters at least for a minute. ”

Hearing Nie Xiaoqian's analysis, Wu Yong suddenly understood why the little kid had to throw this spell through the crack in the door first.

I'm afraid that the little kid is afraid that the footsteps of his own walking will wake Wu Yong up. And after throwing this mute spell, you can better execute the silent assassination operation.

With a cold sip, Wu Yong sat up from the bed and slammed the ice pack on his head on the wooden floor.

"No, Lao Tzu must not bear this breath. Now just taking advantage of Meng Yu'er and Meng Ling'er's absence, I simply slaughtered that little bastard with one sword. ”

Nie Xiaoqian shook her head and said helplessly: "It's easy for you to kill the little revenant, but what if the Meng family's sisters can't find the little revenant when they come back, how can you explain it." Don't forget, the two sisters saw with their own eyes last night that you were going to strangle the little revenant's soul. I'm afraid that in the end, you won't have any good fruit to eat. ”

After Nie Xiaoqian's reminder, Wu Yong temporarily suppressed the evil thoughts in his heart. But the little fart made Wu Yong feel like a fish in his throat, and he didn't vomit unhappily.

"Since you can't kill it, what do you say you should do?" In desperation, Wu Yong had no choice but to ask Nie Xiaoqian for advice.

After thinking about it for a long time, Nie Xiaoqian said coquettishly: "Don't act rashly now, observe the little revenant for the time being, and see what the hell he wants to do next, if you don't get it right, we can still find the mastermind behind the scenes." ”