Chapter Seventy-Three: It's Almost Impossible to Hold

Looking at Liu Xiaoxiao, who was excited, Song saw Liu Wanwan in a trance When she was young, she was also like Liu Xiaoxiao, no matter what she liked, she would not say it to fight for it, she would only blink her eyes and stare at others.

Those eyes, like jewels, shine on their own, day or night.

Song unconsciously fell into a trance, and his voice was soft: "Of course you can." ”

Liu Xiaoxiao tried to fly a kite for the first time, and the whole person looked as if he was about to be taken away by the kite, and Song quietly grabbed the line behind him, so that the kite did not fly too far.

"Wow, it's my first time flying a kite." Liu Xiaoxiao couldn't close her mouth: "Before, in the Regent's Mansion, that man didn't let me walk around with my mother at will. ”

"You mean, Lord?" Song was surprised.

Liu Xiaoxiao nodded: "Yes, who else can be so bad besides him?" ”

Without fortifying the Song family again, Liu Xiaoxiao muttered: "I know he doesn't like me and my mother, but since he doesn't like my mother, why does he want to take my mother back?" ”

"My mother and I can live well even if we are not in the Regent's Mansion, my mother is a fairy, she can give me everything I want."

"But that man is different, every day he thinks about how to separate me from my mother, he can't see me and my mother, he is a big demon!"

The little hand holding the kite string was much harder, and Liu Xiaoxiao's eyes were indignant, like a little adult, with a faint resentment in his eyes.

With such a pair of eyes, Song's heart was uncomfortable.

also thought that Liu Wanwan was in the Regent's Mansion, even if she was not welcomed, she would have no worries about food and clothing.

can listen to Liu Xiaoxiao's meaning, Liu Wanwan not only has to take care of Liu Xiaoxiao with her own hands, but also looks at Mo Xuanye's face to act.

Under such pressure, how could Liu Wanwan be able to take care of herself and Liu Xiaoxiao?

No wonder since the last time she came, Liu Wanwan has lost weight visibly with the naked eye.

Song seemed to have made a decision, and his trembling hands clenched his sleeves.

"Tiny, it's time to go home." Liu Wanwan stepped forward, and the shouting also pulled the Song family back from her delusion.

Song raised his head, and when he saw Liu Wanwan's face, his mouth moved, but he didn't say anything, just looked at her lightly, without words.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Liu Wanwan squatted down, a little anxious: "You don't seem to be in good spirits, isn't there something uncomfortable?" ”

Liu Wanwan worriedly tested Song's forehead, but was grabbed by Song's wrist.

Song opened his mouth, his lips opened and closed for a long time, but he didn't say a word.

Liu Wanwan felt that she was very strange, and couldn't help shouting: "Mother, are you okay?" ”

"No, it's fine." Song hurriedly let go of her hand, with a look of undecidedness: "It's just that you don't live in Liufu now, and it's deserted." ”

As the only person in Liufu who is not bad to herself, Liu Wanwan also has an indescribable closeness to the Song family.

took out the things that had been prepared a long time ago, and Liu Wanwan put them in the palm of Song's hand: "Mother, this is the dim sum sold by the pastry shop next to my medical hall, they are all very good, you can keep them and eat them, if you like it, I will bring it to you next time." ”

Liu Wanwan's voice was gentle, and she touched Song's heart like a dragonfly.

When the Song family wanted to say something, Liu Wanwan had already left with Liu Xiaoxiao.

There is no way to confide that secret out of his mouth, and for some reason, as soon as he saw Liu Wanwan in the past few days, Song felt heartache.

She seemed to be about to lose her hand.