President, please give me a hug

there's noise?It sounded familiar, Jun Yichen took off the hat used to block the sun from his face, looked around, and saw a small figure squatting in front of a big rock, and he didn't know what he was doing.

He didn't see his face clearly until the child turned around, hum, isn't this the little boy he met that night?How come here?

Glancing at the fishing rod in Goudanzi's hand, can his fishing rod made of a piece of bamboo be called a "fishing rod"?Looking at his small appearance, he is quite precious. He coughed and said, "Don't worry, you won't be missed by others just because of your crap."

"Who?" Goudanzi nervously hugged the fishing rod in his arms, looked around for the person who spoke, until he saw that annoying face, he snorted coldly, "What are you doing here?"

I thought this man was gone, but I didn't expect to meet him here. Don't let Beibei see him, lest he will be abducted by him.

"Can't you see it? Fishing." Jun Yichen stretched out his foot and kicked the bucket next to his foot. What else can he do in this reservoir besides fishing?

Goudanzi looked at his equipment and found it very familiar, as if it belonged to Uncle Li.So... did he stay in the hotel in the village last night?

Che, where he lives has nothing to do with him, and suddenly said very seriously: "I warn you, don't follow me secretly, or I will tell the adults in the village that you are a human trafficker, and see how they deal with you."

Jun Yichen smiled softly, human trafficker?He can't afford these three words, a child as skinny and not cute at all as Goudanzi, even a human trafficker might not like him.

When Goudanzi returned to the picnic tree, he was very careful, for fear that the man would secretly follow him.Or they suddenly hit him from behind with a stick, knocked him unconscious, stuffed him into a sack and sold him far away to do illegal work.

"Hurry up and try this." Beibei saw Goudanzi come back, and stuck a small sandwich for him with a toothpick.In fact, she likes to eat sandwiches very much, but Aunt Lian said she couldn't make them, and then she gradually forgot about it.

"Hey." Goudanzi took the sandwich, stuffed it into his mouth rudely, chewed it a few times, and said something vaguely, delicious.

Then I took the fishing rod and found a place. After putting it away, I went to dig earthworms and used them as bait.

Gu Xiaoman sat on the tablecloth and didn't want to move anymore. He watched the two children play aside, thinking that as long as they didn't leave her sight, there shouldn't be a big problem, but he still told them: "You two should play together. One, be careful."

"I'll take good care of Beibei."

"Got it, Mommy."

After the two responded, they looked at each other and smiled, and held hands to find land with more lush plants. Earthworms are only big in fertile land.

"Just stand on the side and watch, don't lean over, I'll stain your skirt later." Goudanzi found a place with lush plants, found a shady place for Beibei to stand, and then used a small shovel Digging the dirt.

It wasn't until a lot of earthworms were dug out that Beibei walked over excitedly, reaching out to put the earthworms into the small bucket, but was stopped by Goudanzi, "Don't move, such a dirty job, let me do it, I'm a boy, Not afraid of getting dirty."

Beibei froze for a moment, then smiled, like the spring breeze in March, blowing over his heart.Goudanzi's cheeks blushed inexplicably, and he put the earthworms into the small bucket neatly, and said in a low voice, let's go.

Then he walked two steps faster, Beibei followed and took his right hand, not caring at all that his hand was stained with mud and slime from earthworms.

Her actions made Goudanzi's cheeks even redder, and he didn't dare to look at her even if he turned his head away.

"Your face is blushing. Is it too hot? Let me get you a small fan." After Beibei finished speaking, she let go of his hand, trotted back to the picnic ground, and took out a small fan from her small backpack. He picked up a small pink fan and returned to Goudanzi's side again.

Pressed the switch, the small fan whizzed and spun, the breeze blew on his face, he felt itchy, like bugs crawling, rubbed the tip of his nose in embarrassment, and said, "Thank you."