Xiao Fubao's voice sounded again in the live broadcast room.

The number of people skyrocketed in an instant.

[After three days, I finally heard the baby's voice again, I miss this cute and loving voice so much! 】

[Hearing the baby's voice, I feel that I can be full of vitality all day today!] 】

[That's it, even I have to be motivated to go to work!] 】

Xiao Fubao was about to go downstairs, but was picked up by Sang Wanzhou by the collar.

"Wait a minute."

Xiao Fubao turned his head to look at him with a puzzled expression.

I saw Sang Wanzhou rummaging through the drawer, turning out a hemp rope about two meters long from it, and firmly tied one end of the rope to Xiao Fubao's wrist, and the other end to his own wrist.

I also gently tugged to see if it was tied up.

Then he nodded with satisfaction: "It's okay, let's go."

Xiao Fubao still looked uncertain: "Brother, why are you tying me up?"

Sang Wanzhou thought in his heart that it was to prevent the events of that day from happening again.

If she encounters this kind of thing for the second time, she will not necessarily meet the second old man who sacrificed his life to save her.

In this way, when he went to see him in the old man's hospital room that day and wanted to thank him again, he heard that the old man had been picked up by someone else.

Isn't that old man a tramp?

But he said, "Prevent you from running around."

Xiao Fubao pursed his lips and whispered in dissatisfaction, "Fubao won't run around."

It can be seen that Sang Wanzhou's expressionless brows are raised.

She swallowed silently again.

Out of the door, Sang Wanzhou let Xiao Fubao walk in front of him, while he followed behind and dragged the cart.

Once Xiao Fubao stopped, he also stopped.

Never let her walk behind her.

Although the criminal gang has already been arrested.

However, once he was bitten by a snake, he was afraid of the well rope for ten years.

What if another criminal gang pops up from no corner of nowhere?

Walking to the side of the alley last night, Xiao Fubao suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Sang Wanzhou turned his head to look at the small alley, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Could it be that this little alley has left a psychological shadow on her?

He was about to pull her away.

I saw her walk in, crouch down on an abandoned broken chair and look underneath it.

The black kitten of that day is long gone.

Maybe someone found it and brought it back, or maybe it was dead and cleaned up.

"What are you looking at?" Sang Wanzhou looked puzzled.

This little cub really has some strange behaviors from time to time.

Isn't it just a broken chair?

What's there to see?

Xiao Fubao got up and returned to his side.

Pointing to the broken chair she had just seen, she said, "That day, Fu Bao saw a dying little black cat under this chair, and originally wanted to take the little black cat back to the store to take care of it. But ......."

But that's what happened.

And then I've been in the hospital ever since.

I don't know what happened to the little black cat.

"Maybe someone else picked it up, let's go, today's task is a little heavy, we have to move faster."

Before Xiao Fubao could answer, the photographer on the side spoke first: "Are you talking about a little black cat that is more than a month old?"

Xiao Fubao looked at him and nodded, "Uncle, you know?"

"Ah, I picked it up. When I came to retrieve the camera that day, I heard a cat meow, and it happened to be hiding under that chair, and if I didn't pick it up, it wouldn't have survived that night."